Tsk tsk, no wonder she felt that Tu Kang had a sad face when they first met. It seemed that his job was not easy.

Zhao Jun listened from the side and saw many debt collectors staring at Tu Kang eagerly.

Zhao Jun walked out and stopped Tu Kang's trembling hand from handing out money.

"Hello everyone."

Zhao Jun stood in front and looked at the dark crowd with a smile.

"I don't know who you are, but please don't say anything more. Please ask the Chief Minister to take care of our Prime Minister's request first."

The person who spoke was the man who was holding the stick for the prime minister. The man had a gentle expression, but his words were not polite at all.

As expected of Li Si's subordinate, he can't be faulted in terms of appearance.

"You may not know me very well. Today is my first day in office."

Zhao Jun looked at the man and said with a smile, "How could Li Si's subordinates not know who she is?"

"Oh, it's the Lord Internal Secretary. I'm sorry for my poor eyesight just now." The man bowed slightly.

"But Lord Nei Shi cannot delay the payment of salaries."

After hearing this, Zhao Jun smiled even more gently, then stopped looking at him and looked at the people around him.

The people around were silent, waiting for the outcome of the argument between the Prime Minister's men and the new internal historian.

"Everyone, today is my first day in office. I need to familiarize myself with the work of the Tu Zhangling and also do an inventory, so no money will be paid today. Please go back first if you have any notes." Zhao Jun said loudly.

"This, Nei Shi, I'm afraid this is inappropriate." The man in the lead had an ugly look on his face.

This has never happened before. No one around me wants to leave.

"Nei Shi, I'm afraid you don't have the authority to decide this matter. How about I let the others go back first, and you take care of the Prime Minister's affairs first."

Although the man spoke politely, his words implied that you can't afford to offend the Prime Minister.

Zhao Jun glanced at him with a sneer in his eyes.

"I'll say it again. The Imperial Household Department won't pay any money today. It doesn't matter who comes. If you have any questions, you can go back to your master. You can also file a complaint against me before the king."

Mr. Zhao said one last thing, and then asked the clerk behind him to drive the man out.

No one had ever been humiliated like this before, especially the people who lived with the prime minister.

Zhao Jun had no doubt that he would file a complaint and, at the same time, belittle himself.

But who cares!