And the Zhenbei King's staff group actually has more than ten people. Are these people more patient? No, they just have nowhere to go. ...
They are neither too high nor too low, cannot find a better job, others don't offer much salary, or they are afraid of death, so only here can they live a stable life.
These are the real reasons why the staff stayed. They are a group of old hands. Every day they don’t think about how to serve the King of Zhenbei, but how to maintain their current status.
People like Xiao Rong who have real talents and are proactive were naturally targeted by them.
Originally, they thought that when Xiao Rong came to visit them, they would give him a warning, but who knew that he never came at all. Not only that, he didn't even bring any drinks or gifts as required by the rules of the underworld.
In fact, Xiao Rong didn't know about this rule, but even if he knew, he wouldn't have given it to her. ...
With new and old grudges added together, this group of people disliked Xiao Rong even more. When they arrived, they saw a dazzling new face. They were collectively silent for a moment, then looked at each other and decided to take action.
As for intellectuals, intrigues do not require bloodshed. Just a little bit of exclusion and a little bit of sarcasm are enough to make the person miserable.
Xiao Rong didn't notice the turbulent situation around him, he was still thinking about his plan.
He looked up only when he saw another figure beside him.
He saw an old man with a white beard and looked very wise standing next to him. He said to him, "My friend, you are sitting in the wrong seat. This is my seat. That one is your seat."
Xiao Rong turned his head and saw that the old man was pointing at the last person.
Xiao Rong turned his head back and looked at the old man before answering, "The guards said that except for Prime Minister Gao, the other gentlemen will not be seated in order."
The old man smiled and said, "Yes, but I am old now, and my hearing and eyesight are not as good as when I was young. I am used to sitting here every day. Why don't you do me a favor and let me sit here?"
He said "in a concession", but his tone was slow and leisurely, which made him look like he deserved a beating.
Using age to bully people is a sure thing, unless you are at Qu Yunmie's level. Even Xiao Rong cannot say directly that he doesn't care and doesn't respect the elderly or the young. If he dares to say that, those literati who stick together will drown him with spit.
However, this does not mean that Xiao Rong has to swallow his anger.
Staring at the old man, he suddenly smiled.
Unexpectedly, he could still laugh. The old man was stunned, and then he saw Xiao Rong took a deep breath, suddenly covered his chest, and then began to cough violently.
"What the old gentleman said is, ahem, the old gentleman is not in good health, and the younger generation, ahem, should give up the throne. The younger generation's weakness, ahem, ahem... can't be cured, and I don't know how long I have left to live. Compared with the younger generation, the old gentleman can still serve the king for more time. This seat should be given to the old gentleman, ahem, ahem!"
As he spoke, he staggered to his feet, then coughed violently again and fell back.
Xiao Rong leaned against the back of the chair, looking extremely weak. Suddenly, he turned his head and said in a voice that was not very loud but guaranteed to be heard by everyone: "Hurry up and help me up, so that the old man can sit in his favorite seat!"
Old man: “…………” You fucking bastard—he almost vomited blood. Old, weak, sick and disabled, he just used the word “old”, but Xiao Rong was different, the weak, sick and disabled, he used them all!
Everyone looked over, and Jian Qiao was even more shocked. He didn't understand how Xiao Rong could be fine just now, but in the blink of an eye, he looked half dead.
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