In the Three Kingdoms period, the opening scene features the killing of Huang Gai, shocking Zhou Yu!

Liu Xie slapped his thigh,

"That's the name!!!"

"So powerful!!"

But then he frowned.

"But... Zhao Aiqing."

"This is a massive project, involving far more than ten million books."

"I'm afraid I can't handle it all by myself."

Zhao Yu smiled.

This was his ultimate plan.

This was also a way to save face for Cao Cao.

The civil officials' queue after reading.

Kong Rong. Kong Beihai (As mentioned before. He's still alive.)

The infamous shrew.

Nothing to do all day

He liked to quote classical texts and criticize Cao Cao in the imperial court.

Half of Cao Cao's headaches were caused by his sharp tongue.

There were also Yang Biao and Yang Xiu.

Of course, there are still some who haven't arrived yet.

No matter who you are, as long as you are a scholar, if you don't like someone, you can summon them.

What's wrong? The emperor summoned you to do something important, and you're not coming?

Do you not want to stay in this business anymore, or do I not want to stay?

Cui Yan was still standing there.

What are you looking at? You'll regret this.

"Isn't someone here?"

"Your Majesty, look."

"Master Kong Rong was a man of vast learning and exceptional talent, a renowned Confucian scholar throughout the land."

"Perfect for becoming the executive deputy editor-in-chief."

"Lord Cui Yan is rigorous in his scholarship and can be responsible for the review."

"Perfect for being an auditor."

"besides……"

Zhao Yu continued calling out names.

"Yang Biao and his son Yang Xiu."

"And then there are those old men over there who keep shouting 'the collapse of etiquette and music' and 'we must restore the old ways.'"

"They're all talented!"

"We're just sitting around doing nothing anyway, it would be such a waste to let this go to waste."

"Why don't we invite them all... into the palace?"

"Accompanying His Majesty in revising the book."

"Arrange a large courtyard for them, and provide them with food and lodging."

"You can't... oh no, I mean you can't bear to leave until it's finished!"

Cao Cao stood to the side,

He didn't say anything.

Zhao Yu had just finished speaking when

His lips began to twitch.

He was desperately trying to suppress his laughter.

That's brilliant.

That's brilliant.

He's a genius!

He's a heartless genius!

This is hardly a book repair.

This is a high-level literary prison.

Get rid of this bunch of flies that buzz around all day, do nothing productive, and are always looking for trouble.

Circle the whole thing.

Give them a job that will never end.

Those are hundreds of thousands, even millions of volumes of books!

Still bamboo slips!

Let them argue about the usage of "之乎者也"!

Let them investigate whether stepping out with the left foot first is considered impolite in "ancient etiquette"!

Let them proofread every single typo!

Even a single wrong character will be scrapped and rewritten!

This project will take at least ten or twenty years!

Some of the older folks will never be able to escape from piles of books in their entire lives!

That's what you call something.

Saturation Management

Find a big project for the troublemaker.

Let them drown in the project.

Moreover, this was a "glorious" mission.

It is the work of a "saint".

They didn't even have a reason to refuse!

Refusing is unpatriotic; refusing is unloving of culture!

Who has time to care what I, Cao Cao, am doing? Who has the energy to engage in political struggles? Who has the leisure to plot a rebellion with Liu Xie?

They're exhausted!

"Your Majesty is wise!"

"The Chief Secretary's strategy is a plan for governing the country!"

"This is a magnificent undertaking! It is a glorious achievement for the Han Dynasty!"

Cao Cao patted his chest:

"I am willing to contribute!"

"How much money do you want? I'll give you that much!"

"We must ensure that Doctor Kong and his colleagues work day and night, neglecting sleep and meals, devoting themselves entirely to the cause until their dying breath!"

Kong Rong stood in the line.

His beard was shaking.

He looked at Zhao Yu, then at Cao Cao, and finally at Liu Xie, who was beaming with excitement.

This is a trap.

A huge pit.

But this is about repairing a letter!

Back then, Cai Yong revised the Six Classics, and they all flew there.

reject?

How do I refuse?

Refusing would be a betrayal of the teachings of Confucius and Mencius!

Refusing is disrespecting the emperor!

Admit your inadequacy.

"minister……"

Kong Rong hesitated for a long time,

"Your subject... Kong Rong, obeys the decree."

"I will certainly live up to Your Majesty's trust."

he does not know.

Starting today.

He will bid farewell to his days as a charismatic and opinionated critic in the imperial court.

Every typo will become a nightmare for him in the middle of the night.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Liu Xie was overjoyed.

"From this day forward, a book-repairing bureau shall be established in the Eastern Palace."

"Minister Kong, Minister Yang, you...you may move in tonight!"

"Thank you for your hard work in promoting Han culture!"

"I will visit you often, and I'll even bring you sheep brain soup made by Minister Ma!"

"Stop...court..."

The court session has ended.

Liu Xiexing stormed back to the palace to work on his plans.

And then there were Kong Rong and his gang.

It runs faster than a rabbit.

They were in a hurry to go home and pack their bedding.

They are preparing to move into the East Palace.

Start your blessed 9-to-5 career.

Forget about 996, after all, capitalists aren't that heartless these days.

Is relentless exploitation something no human being can do?

Pooh!

……

outside the hall.

Cao Cao was the last to leave.

He called out to Zhao Yu.

"Come on up!"

Cao Cao waved to Zhao Yu, who was preparing to make a run for it.

Zhao Yu sighed.

I originally wanted to go directly to the imperial kitchen and ask Ma Tengshun for two lamb legs.

"promise."

So Zhao Yu got into Cao Cao's car again.

The carriage curtain was pulled back.

Cao Cao took off his official hat, the one worn by the Chancellor.

He casually tossed it aside.

He rubbed his slightly stiff cheeks.

"I'm exhausted."

"Playing a loyal minister is a job that's really not for humans."

"What are you saying? The Prime Minister's acting was phenomenal, I almost cried."

Cao Cao glanced at him sideways.

Stop arguing with me.

"Zhao Yu, oh Zhao Yu."

"How come I never realized before that your heart is even blacker than mine?"

Zhao Yu looked completely innocent:

"Why do you say such a thing, Prime Minister? I'm doing this for the sake of Han culture..."

"Give me a break!"

Cao Cao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"The Jian'an Grand Ceremony?"

"Separating the true from the false? Categorizing and compiling?"

"You've schemed against all the scholars in the world!"

"I just calculated it again carefully."

"It would take at least 30 to 50 years to finish repairing that set of books you mentioned."

"Will those old men ever be able to come out again in this lifetime?"

Cao Cao became more and more excited as he spoke.

Finally, he slapped his thigh and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha!"

"I've put up with these people for a long time."

"happy!"

"Now it's all right."

"Not only do we not have to kill him, he should thank us!"

"Let their energy be saturated, overflowing, and exhausted by the endless proofreading work!"

"high!"

"That's brilliant!"

After the laughter subsided.

The atmosphere inside the carriage became slightly more serious.

Cao Cao took out a token from his pocket.

It was thrown to Zhao Yu.

That is the seal of the Prime Minister's Chief Secretary.

"The jokes are over, let's get down to business."

Do you know why I made you my chief secretary?

Zhao Yu held the token, his face contorted in a grimace.

"Because the Prime Minister doesn't like me and wants to work me to death so I can't get a good night's sleep."

"wrong."

Cao Cao shook his head.

"Because I... am annoyed by Yang Xiu."

Cao Cao sighed.

His face showed a look of disappointment and frustration.

"That Yang Xiu is truly intelligent. He's also incredibly talented."

"But he has one flaw—he loves to show off too much."

"If I write a poem, before I've even finished reading the second half, he'll have already explained its meaning to me."

"This kind of person is neither satisfying to use nor a pity to discard."

Do you understand?