Suddenly someone shouted:
"Anyone who resigns is a thief who has colluded with pirates and must be killed by everyone!"
These officials were dismissive.
If this worked, they wouldn't have to threaten Zhao Lin.
But the second sentence immediately made them stunned.
"All officials who have not yet left their posts may go and get the seals hanging on the gate. Once you have them, you can temporarily take over their posts. Lord Zhao will report to the Ministry of Personnel later and make you permanent officials."
hiss……
As soon as these words were spoken, all those who were walking arm in arm towards restaurants, teahouses, brothels and whorehouses stopped in their tracks.
As long as you are an official now.
As long as you can get the seal on the door.
You can directly and temporarily take over the official position represented by the seal.
In the future, Zhao Lin will go to the Ministry of Personnel to get him a permanent position!
Everyone's eyes suddenly turned red.
There are actually only a few leaders in a government office.
Most of them are low-level officials and are led by them.
Although they are very powerful when facing ordinary people.
But in this bureaucratic system, they are also at the bottom.
The kind that gets bullied.
Needless to say, officials will be officials all their lives. Unless they have made great contributions, they will never be able to become officials in this life.
But officials are different.
There is a chance to climb up.
Although it's difficult.
But it's not like the officials have no way to move up.
If I can get an official seal that is higher than my official position, doesn’t that mean I can be promoted directly?
Many people were immediately attracted by this.
"Don't believe it, Zhao Lin is lying to us. He wants to stir up internal strife among us. It's not that easy to get promoted." Lu Yun said quickly.
The other officials nodded.
They can still suppress their desires for the time being.
"Let's go and drink. I'll treat you. Don't go home until you're drunk!" Lu Yun shouted loudly.
"Don't go home until you're drunk!"
The other officials all laughed.
Just then.
Someone came running up, holding an official seal in his hand, and shouted, "Master, here is the prefect's seal. From now on, you will be the prefect."
Lu Yun was suddenly horrified.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to the official seal in the man's hand.
The prefect Jiang Liang sneered, "Lu Tongzhi, you are so calculating."
Lu Yun's forehead was covered in cold sweat: "No, sir, it's a misunderstanding. I didn't want to take the official seal. No, no, he is not mine."
"You've been bringing in your personal followers for years, and you think we're stupid?" Lu Yun was furious. "Come here, arrest Lu Yun."
No one moved.
Now that everyone has resigned, even the yamen runners have dispersed to drink and have fun, who would still listen to him?
"Now our master is the prefect."
Lu Yun's henchman ran over, still panting, holding the prefect's seal high in the air, and shouted triumphantly, "Seeing the prefect refuse to kneel, are you all going to rebel?"
“I~! @#￥%…”
Lu Yun cursed loudly.
But no one cared about his reaction.
Everyone's eyes turned to the official seal in the attendant's hand.
This is the symbol of the prefect.
Whoever gets it will become the prefect.
Even if Zhao Lin cannot do what he said in the future and let everyone take whatever official position they get, he can still experience what it is like to be a prefect.
Temporary experience card!
boom!
The crowd rioted and rushed towards the followers.
The attendant was startled and quickly stuffed the official seal into Lu Yun's arms.
"Master, punish them quickly." said the attendant.
Lu Yun's eyes are murderous.
But there was no time for him to think about anything else.
And he has the prefect's seal in his hand.
He also wants to be a prefect.
Who is not greedy?
Lu Yun suddenly raised the prefectural seal and howled, "I am the prefect. If you dare to touch me, you are committing treason and rebelling!"
"Rebel against your mother!"
Jiang Liang punched Lu Yun in the face. Lu Yun staggered back in pain, and the prefectural seal fell from his hand.
Just as Jiang Liang was about to grab it, a man next to him quickly grabbed it and said, "Sir, I also want to experience what it's like to be a prefect."
Jiang Liang was furious: "Huang Huan, you are a clerk of the lower ninth rank, and you dare to dream of becoming a prefect?"
Huang Huan, holding the seal, dodged his frantic colleagues and said with a smile, "Didn't you also climb up from the Ninth Rank? If you can do it, why can't I?"
As soon as the words fell.
A brick flew over and knocked Huang Huan to the ground, and then a hand snatched the prefectural seal from Huang Huan.
Then the crowd followed the seal and rushed to the other side.
The usually righteous officials, the high-ranking officials, and the adults who were always polite in their every move, were now no different from the thugs fighting on the street.
His hair was disheveled, his clothes were messy, and his manners were rude.
Jiang Liang watched all this, his hands trembling, and sighed to the sky: "Zhao Lin, too cruel!"
“That’s human nature!”
Zhao Lin explained to Mi Banxia and Qi Ziang, "Of all these officials, how many are actually connected to maritime trade? How many have benefited from it? Not even 10% of 10% of 10%! They resigned because they were forced to do so, or because their superiors pressured them, or because they couldn't deny the favors of their colleagues. They figured they were involved anyway, so they just participated."
"My trick is to draw out their deepest desires. What is the greatest desire of an official? Of course, to become a higher official."
"Don't these people know that my promise has no effect at all?"
"Of course they know!"
"But they still fought and competed, making their so-called resignation a joke."
"Why?"
“Because everyone wants to be a high-ranking official.”
"What if my promise works?"
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