"I understand. Don't worry, give me the money and I'll get things done for you."
At this point, he waved his hand and ordered his men to summon Zhao Qian and Wang Chong.
Zhao Qian, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue of Da Wu, was originally Chen Zhennan's man. He had embezzled silver from Da Wu's national treasury while acting under orders.
As for Wang Chong, he escaped under pressure from Wu Yunyin, but was quickly captured by Zhao Qian, who was hiding in the shadows. Chen Zhennan didn't have many people under him who could manage money and supplies, so he simply kept him to see how he would perform.
"Zhao Qian, you two stay here and assist Marshal Song Yunyang in allocating funds and provisions. Remember, every penny must be carefully calculated. Save where you can and spend where you can. If anyone starves to death wherever you go, I will hold you accountable!"
Zhao Qian clasped his hands in a fist and replied, "Rest assured, General, I will certainly not fail in my mission."
Chen Zhennan nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand gently, and Zhao Qian and Wang Chong turned and left.
"I'm setting off too, to find my brother-in-law and help Da Wu out of this predicament."
Song Yunyang took a deep breath and asked with a puzzled look, "To relieve the siege? How many people do you plan to take? Dong Ning's 60,000 men?"
Chen Zhennan shook his head slightly: "Going to Da Gan requires passing through Da Zhou. The previous eight thousand cavalry was already the limit. This time, besides Zi Rou and Si Yao, I will only bring three hundred people."
Three hundred men? You're sending them to their deaths... three hundred?
Song Yunyang suddenly remembered that she had seen a caravan on her way back, with about three hundred people.
"That caravan? It's yours! But what can three hundred men do? I've observed the great war between the Wu and Zhou kingdoms. The Wu kingdom collapsed during its reign. Your three hundred men wouldn't even be enough to fill a tooth gap!"
Seeing Song Yunyang's caring look towards the mentally challenged, Chen Zhennan helplessly pulled out his pistol.
"My Queen, you probably haven't heard the saying, 'The poor rely on mutation, the rich rely on technology.' I, your brother, control the world's wealth, I'm not a miser."
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