Time flies, white horses pass by.
In the blink of an eye, five days passed. In these five days, the people from the Ministry of Works were already immune, including Fu Kun. The good news from the Spirit Research Department increased day by day. From three to eight, then sixteen, thirty-two, forty, forty-nine, fifty-two, there were a total of 197.
Some people were happy, while others were sad. They couldn't eat well or sleep well.
With so many contributions, even though the reward had not yet been given, Zhang Ronghua's qualifications were already full. He was flawless and too beautiful. It was enough for him to be promoted. His political opponents could not find any fault with him. Even if the censor was unhappy, he had to keep it in his heart. The shortcomings of his youth were also made up for with his powerful abilities.
