above the galaxy

Chapter 637 Sheng Jing, is he really dead?
A speck of dust in the era can become a mountain on an individual.

While Sheng Jing and Shi Hongchuan's Imperial Finance Department were attacking each other, countless individuals and business owners were unaware of the losses, margin calls, and financial ruin that ensued.
This is a torrent they cannot resist or defy.

Sheng Jing looked at Tang Fei's silent and speechless expression and comforted him, "I'm not saying this to make you feel guilty or blame yourself. It's already very good that you can keep this in mind."

"People only see the glory of the victors, but they don't know that there are mountains of bones under their feet, and it is the ordinary people at the bottom who suffer the most."

"What you are seeing and experiencing now is a necessary stage for a victor. If you can't win at the negotiating table, you can win on the battlefield."

"I just hope that after you take up a high position, you will do more good deeds and have more compassion. That way, the people will remember your good deeds and it will also help alleviate some of the guilt in our hearts."

These are the most valuable words of advice.

Tang Fei bowed deeply to Sheng Jing and said, "Uncle Sheng, I will always remember your teachings. If I ever rise to a high position, I will do more benevolent and virtuous governance."

Tang Fei spoke very cautiously.

Once you've climbed up, that's something you should do.

If I can't log in, then that's none of my business.

Even if you wanted to do it, you couldn't. People would question your motives and what you were trying to do.
Since ancient times, winning people's hearts has been a taboo.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy." Sheng Jing nodded in satisfaction and said, "You wouldn't understand what's going on here anyway, you're just wasting your time."

Huh? It was clearly a well-intentioned act, so why do I feel like I've been humiliated?

It was still the intellectual humiliation that Tang Fei cared about most.

"Yes." Tang Fei said with a dry laugh, "I'll leave the financial matters to Uncle Sheng. I'll go to the General Staff Headquarters to hold a meeting for them."

Yes, that's my home turf.
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Qishan.

Listening to the Wind Cliff. Listening to the Wind Hall.

When Bai Xingjian was brought over by the Imperial Guards, Shen Wuxiang was playing chess with a thin-faced old man.

The old man had white hair and beard, and a sallow complexion, but his eyes were bright and piercing, and his whole body radiated a rich light of wisdom.

Bai Xingjian recognized the old man as Shang Xiulin, the academic giant who was invited three times by Zhong Daolong to serve as the dean of the Imperial First Military Academy.

Hmm, why did the military minister bring him before him?
Bai Xingjian stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said loudly, "Greetings, Military Minister."

"Xingjian is here?" Shen Wuxiang greeted him with a smile, pointing to the old man in front of him and saying, "You must know this gentleman, right? Dean Shang Xiulin of the First Military Academy of the Empire."

"Dean Shang has countless students, and I have long admired him. It is a pity that I did not have the opportunity to study at the Imperial First Military Academy and could not receive his teachings in person."

Bai Xingjian bowed and greeted Shang Xiulin once again.

Shang Xiulin pointed at Bai Xingjian, laughed loudly at Shen Wuxiang, and said, "He's cunning too."

"Oh? The Dean is also skilled in judging people?" Shen Wuxiang asked with interest, holding a chess piece.

"I wouldn't presume to claim expertise in judging character, but this old man has spoken human language his entire life and studied the art of conversation. Just from these few words, he can tell that this kid is hiding something wicked."

"When you introduced me to him, he readily admitted that he knew my name, Shang Xiulin, and had long admired me. The name Shang Xiulin has a certain prestige in the Empire, and it would be too fake to say that he didn't know me; on the contrary, it would be easy for people to criticize him." "Then he distanced himself from me in front of you, saying that he was not a student of the Empire's First Military Academy and that he did not have that teacher-student relationship with me, Shang Xiulin."

"Hmm, that's a very skillful way of handling things, truly ingenious. What student would want to curry favor with a prisoner?"

Hearing Shang Xiulin's 'mockery', Bai Xingjian remained calm and composed as always.

He knew where his 'roots' were, and if Shang Xiulin praised him excessively upon meeting him, things would only get worse.

Shen Wuxiang couldn't help but suspect that he and the old man were having an affair.
His sarcastic remarks only served to dispel Shen Wuxiang's suspicions.

Shen Wuxiang was genuinely pleased, and even took the initiative to smooth things over for Bai Xingjian, saying with a smile, "Xingjian has always been quiet and reserved, so his thoughts are inevitably a bit complicated. Dean, please don't take it to heart with a child."

"Why should I take it so seriously? As long as the military minister thinks it's useful, that's fine."

"Xingjian is now my right-hand man, and I can't do many things without his help."

"Is that so?" Shang Xiulin put down the chess piece and said, "The Prime Minister must have summoned him here because of something important. I won't disturb him any longer."

"Please sit down, Dean." Shen Wuxiang stopped him, and said with a smile, "I've come to ask Xingjian a few questions. Dean, please listen in and give me your advice. After you finish speaking, we still need to continue our game of chess."

Shang Xiulin didn't know what kind of coded language Shen Wuxiang was using. Since he was not allowed to leave, he picked up his teacup and leisurely began to drink his tea.

The self-cultivation of a prisoner.

Shen Wuxiang looked at Bai Xingjian with a kind and amiable smile. It was rare for the military overlord, who was known as the 'Butcher' by outsiders, to show such a smile.

"Xingjian, are you adjusting well with the security bureau?"

Bai Xingjian's slightly bent back straightened instantly, his legs pressed tightly together, and he looked at Shen Wuxiang with a burning and devout gaze. He said in a deep voice, "Thank you, General, for placing me in such an important position. Although there were some problems when I first took over due to business barriers, I am confident that I can take good care of the Security Bureau for you and complete every task you assign me."

First, thank you, then I'll ask my question.

Problems are to be expected; after all, anyone entering a new field or taking over a new department will encounter problems.

If there are no problems at all, Shen Wuxiang will start to doubt whether you can hold the position of military minister securely.
If you can handle everything, what do you need your superiors for?
As for controlling the Security Bureau, that was done on behalf of his superiors; it was a department that served the military minister.

If you have complete control, problems are likely to arise.

Shen Wuxiang was satisfied with Bai Xingjian's reply and encouraged him, saying, "The Security Bureau is a special department, mainly engaged in intelligence and interrogation work, which is different from our military."

"Guo left in a hurry and didn't have time to hand over many things to you. After you go in, carry out sweeping reforms. Do things the way they should, and use whoever you want."

"To completely control a department, you must first gain control over its personnel. If anyone is dissatisfied, just kick them out. If that doesn't work, let them come to me for judgment."

"Thank you for the Prime Minister's trust and support. I will do my best to ensure security, remove obstacles for the Prime Minister, and pave the way for him. I will become the sharpest weapon in the Prime Minister's hands."

"Yes, I trust you." Shen Wuxiang nodded with a smile and said, "There's one more thing I need to ask you, Sheng Jing. Is he really dead?"

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(End of this chapter)