Chapter 1139: Chapter 714: Abnormality
Hua Hong ca this ti to report his duties, touching upon everything related to the Tian’an Comrce Assembly. From the total production of military equipnt to the developnt of so small-scale mines, he practically stopped just short of presenting the appointnt and dismissal of grassroots level managers to Xu Yuan.
This left Xu Yuan feeling sowhat constrained and overwheld.
Whether it was in terms of knowledge reserves or learning ability.
Using Hua Hong’s words from a day ago: His old man, no matter the skill, as long as he laid his eyes upon it, could roughly master it. Even sothing as complex as formations, he achieved Rank A Master’s level with just a year of spare ti.
This kind of talent, even Jiang He in his youth admitted he couldn’t compare. Perhaps only Little Four’s talent in formations could match this old man’s.
But even that was limited only to the field of formations.
A genius alone was not enough; one needed to be the genius esteed by other geniuses.
Understanding these past feats, aside from marveling at how his old man was essentially sent down by the heavens, Xu Yuan’s remaining thoughts focused entirely on whether the current Pri Minister’s Mansion system had beco too deford.
The ability to handle matters personally and professional competence go hand-in-hand. The forr can be innate, but the latter requires ti to build up.
Based on Xu Yuan’s rough calculations, to adapt to the role of Pri Minister’s son, he would need at least three years to acquire the necessary skills. To develop the bearing of a Pri Minister Mansion Master, the ti would need to be asured in decades – ten, twenty, thirty years.
To truly equal his old man, it would likely take him until he was over a hundred years old.
This tiline might seem normal; after all, the major powers of Dayan all train their heirs over decades. To take the reins of an imnse entity like the Pri Minister’s Mansion, a slightly longer cultivation period doesn’t seem entirely unreasonable.
But the issue lies in that Xu Yuan’s calculations are predicated on the assumption that he starts from Mortal Transcendence.
A powerful cultivation base brings a qualitative transformation to the brain.
Upon stepping into Mortal Transcendence, Xu Yuan could already achieve photographic mory, calculating complex numbers with just a glance, and accelerating his perception of the world while operating cultivation techniques, greatly enhancing his efficiency.
Xu Yuan’s experiences cannot be replicated.
Nor can his old man’s talent be replicated.
This kind of absolute autocracy, reliant on the leader’s personal ability, is akin to walking on a tightrope. A single misstep could lead to collapse.
If both father and son were no longer around,
if Hua Hong and other loyal ministers passed away,
under such a system,
the next generation would only need to falter slightly, and the Xu Family would likely et its demise within three generations.
The system of the Pri Minister’s Mansion must be reford.
However, Xu Yuan understood that reform was not sothing to undertake imdiately.
Under external pressure, this kind of strongman-politics autocracy was currently the optimal solution for dealing with Dayan’s tangled and complicated external situations.
In the serene Yaxuan, incense smoke spiraled from the desk.
Lou Ji had a keen understanding of people’s emotions.
The mont she saw the weariness in Xu Yuan’s eyes, she sensed the weight in his heart.
After a brief pause, gazing at his back, Lou Ji softly advised:
“The Pri Minister is still here; you don’t need to rush like this.”
Xu Yuan’s steps toward the door did not pause as he casually replied:
“I just feel that the current is far too lacking.”
Lou Ji’s erald eyes carried a hint of complexity as she curved her lips into a smile:
“Don’t you have elder sister and Hua Hong here to help you?”
“Sister, ti is running out.”
With those words,
Xu Yuan suppressed the weariness in his eyes, reaching out to open the door of the Nine Dragon Pavilion.
This was the first ti in years that Xu Yuan t Zong Qingsheng.
During the Barbarian Tribes war,
this old man had avoided eting him, unwilling to let him interfere in his battle plans.
The old man’s appearance hadn’t changed much since Xu Yuan was a child; his spirit was still vigorous, much like a giant iron tower of a bear.
Zong Qingsheng glanced at the dashing young man inside the door and casually strolled in as he rumbled:
“This old man thought you’d keep hiding from … What’s the aning of this, lad?”
Before his words could finish,
Zong Qingsheng felt a gentle yet condensed Energy chanism solidify into an invisible wall blocking his way. He widened his tiger-like eyes, looking perplexed:
“Wait a minute, when did you get this strong?”
Xu Yuan didn’t answer, his gaze calm as he looked at the giant bear-like man and deliberately said:
“Mr. Zong, I assu you’ve co regarding the Black Scale Army’s military affairs?”
Hearing this, Zong Qingsheng imdiately shelved his prior thoughts and nodded:
“That’s right. Let be clear, given the current situation, the Black Scale Army’s pay and supplies cannot…”
“Everything stays the sa.”
“What?”
“Though I’ve taken my brother’s position, I don’t intend to alter his decisions in the short term,” Xu Yuan replied with a smile. “Nor do I plan to reduce the Black Scale Army’s allocation.”
“Changtian!”
Lou Ji’s displeased voice imdiately ca from behind.
The Pri Minister’s Mansion’s cake was only so big. With Hua Hong leaving smugly, and now the Black Scale Army requiring such imnse funding, the only area to cut would be her Black Scale Guards.
She felt as if Changtian had betrayed her.
She, of all people, should have been the primary beneficiary of Changtian’s ascension. Yet this brat had first satisfied Hua Hong and Zong Qingsheng’s demands.
Lou Ji quickly said to Xu Yuan:
“War is already close to breaking out; it’s too late to cultivate new soldiers. Giving additional funds to the Black Scale Army now is wasteful. At a ti like this, the Black Scale Guards need these resources far more to activate various overt and covert channels…”
“Since when did the Black Scale Leader have the right to speak when the Third Young Master decides?”
Zong Qingsheng’s booming voice cut her off, full of conviction: “Do you know how long the war will last? Without these funds to train new soldiers, when critical strongholds can’t be defended, will you use your Black Scale Guards to fill the gaps? And do you even understand how much material is consud in a single day during full-scale war?!”
Lou Ji’s beautiful eyes narrowed sharply, gleaming with cold light. Just as she was about to retort, Xu Yuan interjected:
“Mr. Zong, since you’ve achieved your purpose, saying a bit less should not be too much of a loss.”
Zong Qingsheng furrowed his brow slightly, but recalling that this young “God of Wealth” had just approved the funds, he chuckled and nodded:
“Since the Third Young Master has spoken, this old man won’t say another word for now. I’ll take my leave.”
With that,
Zong Qingsheng let his tiger-like eyes casually glance at Lou Ji, then laughed heartily as he left.
Lou Ji clenched her fists, trembling with rage as she stood in the room.
Xu Yuan, on the other hand, paid no imdiate attention to his elder sister’s frustration. His gaze remained calm as he tracked Zong Qingsheng’s laughing silhouette fading into the corridor.
Clearly, the old man had no intention of reporting his duties. It seed that beyond the allocation of pay and supplies, the entire Black Scale Army answered directly to his father. Even as the Pri Minister’s son, Xu Yuan had no authority to command a single soldier.
However, Xu Yuan wasn’t particularly surprised by this.
No matter how affectionate their family ties might be, military power was always a bottom line.
With these thoughts in mind,
Xu Yuan turned his attention to the elder brother and the three Feng Family juniors outside the door, and with a smile, said:
“Brother, bring those three inside.”
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