"Grand Commandant, what do you want me to do?" Yang Duanhe was too lazy to bother with anything else, so he simply asked directly.
The wicked man extended a finger and said in a low voice, "Establish the Black Ice Platform, an intelligence agency, and lay down an intelligence network like a spider web to monitor the world. It can serve as the king's eyes and ears, so that no matter big or small in this world can escape detection."
In this era, with poor transportation and blocked communication, those who have been wronged may not even be able to step out of their village, let alone reach the emperor to plead their case.
It wasn't that he was unwilling to trust others, but even in the information age, countless things could still be concealed. In some remote villages, the village chief's absolute authority prevailed, with national laws being ignored and private laws running rampant.
Human nature is always profound and complex. He doesn't believe in human nature, and he dares not gamble on it!
Sometimes you can reach the ears of Heaven directly, but Heaven doesn't want to listen or pay attention. However, during the reign of the First Emperor, Heaven wasn't afraid of you reaching the ears of Heaven directly; on the contrary, it was afraid that you would have no way to reach Heaven.
Therefore, the wicked man decided to establish an intelligence department. Since he could replicate the Iron Eagle Swordsman, creating a unique "Jinyiwei" (Imperial Guard) belonging to the Qin Dynasty was not a difficult task.
"Black Ice Platform?"
"intelligence?!"
Yang Duanhe muttered a few words, then said somewhat awkwardly, "Grand Commandant, I have no problem leading troops into battle, but this kind of thing that requires thinking... I... I'm afraid I can't do it!"
The wicked husband was speechless at his words, and he didn't know when it started, but Yang Duanhe, who was originally a famous general, began to give up.
It should be noted that Yang Duanhe is only mentioned briefly in the Records of the Grand Historian. Yang Duanhe attacked the State of Wei twice and the State of Zhao once. According to the existing documents, he never lost a battle in his life.
The records may be few, but to be included in the records is already a remarkable achievement, and there is absolutely no problem in doing this.
Perhaps because of his appearance, veterans like Wang Jian were still able to maintain their positions, while Yang Duan and these young generals were perhaps suppressed by him and could not stand the slightest chance of advancement, thus losing some confidence.
Or perhaps they are too confident in themselves and too lazy to think, preferring to simply follow orders.
That won't do. If everyone chooses to slack off and not use their brains, wouldn't he be exhausted?
In this situation, it is he who needs to give up more opportunities, so that these people don't lose hope of getting ahead and choose to stay at home and give up.
In this way, over time, even the most talented person will become useless!
Thinking of this, the wicked husband quickly said, "Old Yang, you need to straighten up! You weren't like this before!"
"This is just like training troops. Select people, train them, and place them as spies all over the world, isn't that enough!"
"Are you just going to stay like this forever?"
Upon hearing this, Yang Duanhe frowned, looking somewhat troubled. He took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then said, "Grand Commandant, it's not that I'm unwilling to take on this responsibility, but intelligence gathering is not my forte. I've spent my life on the battlefield, and these clandestine operations are simply beyond my capabilities."
Seeing this, the wicked man smiled slightly, patted Yang Duanhe on the shoulder, and comforted him, "Old Yang, you don't need to worry too much. Intelligence work is indeed complicated, but it's not unlearnable. You are brave and resourceful, you just haven't explored this path yet."
"I will prepare a detailed charter for you. If you follow my method, you will surely succeed."
Yang Duanhe felt somewhat relieved after hearing this, but he was still a little hesitant. He pondered for a moment and finally nodded in agreement: "Since the Grand Commandant trusts me so much, I, Yang Duanhe, will do my best."
Seeing that he nodded in agreement, the wicked man finally breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his temples wearily. "Ever since I entered the court, I have been working hard, fighting in the south and the north, and I am quite tired."
"Next, I plan to stay in Xianyang to accompany the King and assist you in handling these matters at hand!"
Thinking about the new policies that are now waiting to be implemented, the wicked man is overwhelmed. He has been taking too big a step lately, to the point that it feels like he is swallowing a date whole.
Before the land tax reform was officially implemented, he took his troops out to fight, which led to the destruction of the Wei Kingdom and the transfer of Meng Can, who was in charge of the matter.
Now that the situation has stabilized, it's time to recall Meng Can and Li Si.
"Nonsense!"
A slightly angry rebuke came from Feng Jie's mouth, his face full of indignation: "Grand Commandant is now a pillar of our Qin state, how can you be so negligent when the great cause is not yet accomplished?"
"All these plans were proposed by you, and now you're saying you're just handing them over to someone else?"
Feng Jie's anger was not without reason. Even if he wanted to rest, he shouldn't have chosen this crucial moment. At the very least, he could have laid a solid foundation before taking a break!
"Grand Commandant, Feng Jie is right..."
"That's true. Now that you've said that, I really don't know what to do."
Even the veteran general Huan Yi said so, clearly indicating that he had unknowingly come to regard the wicked husband as his backbone.
The wicked man gave a bitter smile and sighed, "If I do everything myself, what am I supposed to do with you? Why don't the king and I just run the government?"
"Even if I can do it myself, my personal energy is ultimately limited. Being tired is fine, but what if it delays important national affairs?"
At this point, he glanced at Yang Duanhe and several young generals he wasn't very familiar with, "Now that I'm the Grand Commandant, shouldn't I give my brothers a chance?"
"Could it be..." The wicked man's lips curled into a mocking smile, "You all really intend for me to don the royal robes?"
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.
If we're really being serious, the current wicked man is truly at the pinnacle of power, second only to the Qin emperor and above all others. If he were to advance further, he would either be made king or rebel.
It was precisely because he was open and honest that he did not shy away from anything, and even if he said it to Ying Zheng's face, Ying Zheng would only take it as a joke.
He had countless opportunities to establish himself as king, and given his prestige in the army, at least 20-30% of the soldiers would be willing to follow him.
Furthermore, combining the territories of Han and Wei into one would not be difficult at all, making them a powerful force.
"Don't talk nonsense. Anyway, I will never agree to let you rest." Feng Jie snorted coldly, his eyes like those of a hungry wolf, staring intently at the wicked husband, and threatened viciously: "If you dare to rest, I will definitely impeach you every day, haunting you like a bone-deep sore, so that you will never have a peaceful day."
Upon hearing this, the wicked man's smile remained unchanged, and he did not rush to reply. Instead, he got up and went to the window, and like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he pushed the window open.
Looking at the sky with its dark, swirling clouds and the fine, drizzling rain, he suddenly blurted out, "This weather is like a prison shrouded in gloom, with no sign of clearing up. When will this rain finally stop?"
As if the heavens had heard his words and were giving him a special response, before his voice had even faded, the churning clouds in the sky, like a torn mirror, shone with a dazzling white light.
"Boom!"
A thunderclap resounded.
The deafening sound was like a boulder crashing into a calm lake, sending a shiver down one's spine.
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