The Ministry of Revenue, Zhou Shuren looked at Zhang Yang, who was serving tea, with surprise. Zhang Yang was actually pulling a long face to show him respect with tea.
Zhang Yang felt awkward inside. Although he didn't want to admit it, Zhou Shuren truly had exceptional abilities. Today's rewards for the Ministry of Revenue were all due to Zhou Shuren's connections. He had also seen Zhou Shuren managing spreadsheets before, at that time he had scoffed at him in his heart. Now his face really hurt.
Zhang Yang knew that the Grand Master of Writing would avoid interaction if possible, and officials such as doctors were extremely cautious around him, not daring to utter an extra word. If he wanted to learn anything, he would have to butter up Zhou Shuren, "Sir, I genuinely seek instruction; please teach me more."
Zhou Shuren didn't take the tea, as it was not something he could accept, "Your Highness already has esteemed teachers to guide you; I am not qualified. Please go back."
