The old emperor summoned the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty and called on everyone to recommend talented people and strangers.
If the new national preceptor helps the country's destiny, he will be rewarded with five million yuan and recorded as a first-class meritorious service.
The hall is full of civil and military flies rubbing their hands, eager to try
If the fortune teller harms the destiny of the country, he will implicate the nine tribes and be exiled thousands of miles away.
The civil and military officials in the hall were as silent as cicadas, shivering.
In addition to the previous national preceptor, he was a male lecturer who was well versed in human nature and could make the emperor spend 1.8 Million for him in one sentence.
It was a pity that he was mute, so he contracted the job and gave it to friends in the world.
Friends from the world of martial arts gave it to friends from the urban and rural areas,
A friend from Ichino gave it to...
Finally, the old emperor went to the west and the new emperor took office.
Song Ming, who had been recruited with fifty taels, stood in the court room and looked at each other in disbelief with the other two competitors who had been recruited with nineteen point nine silver.
"You three! Calculate my fate for a hundred years."
No. 1 Japanese candidate: You will see the whole family die.
New Emperor: Nonsense! Cut!
No. 2 Candidate: The Fat Emperor
New Emperor: Kill
The recommending minister wailed: Your Majesty—that's a Fujianese!
Song Ming: Back to the emperor, you are the longest-lived person in the royal family!
New Emperor: Reward! From now on, you will be my personal advisor!
Song Ming cursed: Huh? Do you have to sell yourself for fifty taels?
Mission: Honesty and trustworthiness are virtues