Zhou Shuren withdrew his gaze, "My uncle's grandson has already arrived at the capital, let me know when you'd like to meet him."
Li Zhao stroked his beard. The Ministry of War had been busy lately, "Give me some time, and I'll send you a letter."
Zhou Shuren raised an eyebrow, thinking about the soldiers stationed at the Zhang residence, and nodded, "Alright."
Li Zhao asked, "Is the Ministry of Revenue really out of silver?"
Zhou Shuren thought of Yang Wen and restrained himself, "We really can't spare any."
Li Zhao pouted, "In my eyes, you're like the God of Wealth."
Zhou Shuren, "…Do I thank you for that compliment?"
Li Zhao truly felt that way; ever since Zhou Shuren had joined the Ministry of Revenue, although still stingy, they readily provided the necessary silver, unlike before when they genuinely had none and payments were made in installments. He patted Zhou Shuren on the shoulder, "You need to think of a solution."
