Chapter 29

The lanterns were lit, and the lights were brilliant.

In the "Heaven on Earth," mist drifted about.

After taking off his dragon robe, Zhao Zhen was enjoying the service just like a neighborly uncle.

"Brother-in-law, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng beside him, a hint of restraint appeared on Zhao Zhen's face,

because such exotic beauties and enchanting figures were truly scenes he had never seen before.

Hearing Zhao Zhen's words, Zhang Cheng hurriedly smiled and said, "Brother, rest assured, this place was prepared specifically for you; no one will know!"

"Brother-in-law has done well!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a face full of smiles, Zhao Zhen relaxed, lying on the soft sofa, completely at ease.

After having Wang An light the incense to the side, Zhang Cheng took his leave.

After all, there were still many things in "Heaven on Earth" that needed to be handled; he couldn't stay by Zhao Zhen's side the whole time.

Furthermore, Zhao Zhen didn't necessarily need him staring at him by his side, did he?

And coming to a place like this, who would want a pair of lantern-sized eyes staring at them?

After bidding farewell to Zhao Zhen, Zhang Cheng came to the card room.

With a cigarette between his fingers, Zhang Erhe immediately slapped down the mahjong tiles in his hand and said, "Hey, hey, hey, I've won!"

"Mr. Zhang has such good luck!"

Looking at the tiles in Zhang Erhe's hand, Gongsun Ce to the side couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't say that, I just had a bit of luck!"

After saying this, Zhang Erhe laughed loudly, appearing very happy.

After all, every day after court ended, there were still so many affairs to handle; having a little time in the evening, everyone came here to relax.

Don't ask why one must come to "Heaven on Earth" to play mahjong; if you ask, it's because not everyone is surnamed Zhang!

Zhang Erhe: People of my Zhang family are fierce!

Zhang Dingding: Why can't I feel it?

Situ Yaozu: This son, was he picked up by mistake!

Passing through the crowded card room, Zhang Cheng came to a room to the side.

Biting a cigar, Chai Wenyi was currently examining the translator carefully and said, "Is everything you said true?"

"Reporting to the Prince, this lowly one would never dare to utter a single lie!"

Looking at Chai Wenyi in fear, the translator hurriedly explained.

And just as he finished speaking, Chai Wenyi looked at Zhang Cheng, who had just entered, and said, "Why did you beat that guy from the Pu family to death!"

"He cut my chess! Isn't it normal for me to use a God-like move?"

Sitting beside Chai Wenyi, Zhang Cheng lit a cigarette, then exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and replied.

"Was that really a God-like move? I'm embarrassed to expose you!"

Hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Chai Wenyi's face was full of disdain.

Because he had long heard that Zhang Cheng's "chess ethics" were poor, but he hadn't expected them to be poor to this extent; it was simply outrageous!

In chess, how can there be no cutting? But your "God-like move" of directly grabbing the chessboard and smashing it on someone—that is truly lacking in martial virtue!

"Enough, say less of this. How to get the Pu family's ships—that is the urgent matter!"

Looking at Chai Wenyi, Zhang Cheng spoke quite indifferently.

"On that ship, there are still quite a few Arabs; they won't listen to us!"

Turning his head, a solemn expression appeared on Chai Wenyi's face,

because Zhang Cheng had acted too quickly, so much so that even Chai Wenyi hadn't thought of how to resolve this matter.

If they sent people to seize it by force, the consequences would be ugly!

Examining Chai Wenyi, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but say, "What are you thinking? Just send people from the Chai family to do the work!"

"Don't you want your reputation anymore? Do you know how much trouble it will be involving the Maritime Trade Office?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chai Wenyi couldn't help but become serious.

"Your Chai family, what do you need reputation for?"

Looking at Chai Wenyi meaningfully, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, his face full of playful expression.

Suddenly hearing this sentence, Chai Wenyi was also stunned on the spot.

That's right, what does the Chai family need reputation for?

"But the Maritime Trade Office side!"

Furrowing his brows, Chai Wenyi couldn't help but hesitate.

"A great man must be decisive; otherwise, he will suffer chaos. Just throw money at it; no one will betray silver. Furthermore, this is just a small 'conflict'!"

Looking at Chai Wenyi with a smile, Zhang Cheng tapped his chair and spoke.

"Your small conflict will cause quite a few people to die!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chai Wenyi also felt a hint of shock at his methods,

because!

"Do not speak of titles and honors; a general's success is built on ten thousand bones! If you can seize it, why give money? They are just a bunch of Arabs! Don't forget, these are large ocean-going ships."

Looking at Chai Wenyi earnestly, Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and said, "If you are unwilling, I will send people myself!"

"Fine, since we chose to cooperate in the beginning, there is no room for regret. I will handle this matter!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chai Wenyi couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Originally, he only wanted to find a "spokesperson" in the court, but he hadn't expected Zhang Cheng's ambition to be so large!

Princess Mansion, inside the main hall,

Situ Yaozu looked at Zhang Cheng, who was writing a letter, and a curious expression appeared on his face as he said, "Cousin, you are literate?"

"Although I have read few books, it doesn't mean I am illiterate!"

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng looked at Situ Yaozu irritably.

"So that's how it is!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with sudden realization, Situ Yaozu leaned forward to look, then asked in confusion, "What is this you've written?"

"What I've written is, of course..."

Just as Zhang Cheng finished this sentence, he was immediately stunned on the spot and said, "Wait, the Song Dynasty doesn't have simplified characters!"

Looking at each other, Zhang Cheng looked at Situ Yaozu and said, "Cousin, I will dictate, you write!"

"Hehe!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a twitching mouth, Situ Yaozu couldn't help but say, "Are you illiterate?"

"I am literate, but I can't write!"

Gritting his teeth at Situ Yaozu, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but clench his fists, as if he were about to snap the brush handle.

Seeing the angry Zhang Cheng, Situ Yaozu hurriedly said, "Come, Cousin, let me show you the literary talent of a Martial Top Scholar!"

Looking at Situ Yaozu's grip on the brush, Zhang Cheng felt a wave of sorrow in his heart. Fortunately, he had taken the martial examinations; if it were the imperial examinations, he estimated that with this dog-scratch handwriting, in the Ming Dynasty, he wouldn't even pass the preliminary tests!

Preliminary tests: Who are you looking down on?

A few days later, news came from the Yuezhou Maritime Trade Office:

The barbarians were ignorant of etiquette and clashed with the local government, causing thousands of casualties.

However, no commoners were injured, and the seized ships were resold by the government.

After Chai Wenyi's maneuvering, the ships that originally belonged to the Pu family were transferred to the name of "Heaven on Earth"!

And just at this time, Pang Yu also sent good news: Imperial Consort Pang was pregnant.

Which meant that Zhao Zongshi, who was being treated as a "spare tire," felt the crisis once again.

Hearing this news, Zhang Cheng touched his chin thoughtfully, because he felt that with his own strength, he could completely be a "Prime Minister" in the Song Dynasty!

Cao Cao: You, a Prime Minister? On what basis? Just because you've read few books and can't write?

Zhang Cheng: What you don't give, I will seize!

Situ Yaozu: Good, Cousin said it well!

Contacting Chai Wenyi, Zhang Cheng expressed his thoughts.

And after hearing Zhang Cheng's words, Chai Wenyi said in shock, "No, are you crazy? An Imperial Son-in-law as Prime Minister?"

"No, this is regency!"

Looking at Chai Wenyi earnestly, Zhang Cheng spoke with a firm face.

"Good idea, I support you. One day at the vegetable market execution ground, there will surely be a place for you!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Chai Wenyi couldn't help but complain; because Imperial Consort Pang hadn't even given birth yet, and he already wanted to be the Regent—it was truly outrageous!

(End of chapter)