Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Standing outside the Jinshen Hall, Master Hu looked at Mao Xiang calmly and gave an order.

Mao Xiang also nodded solemnly.

Looking at the familiar palace in front of him, he took a deep breath, and then bowed deeply to Master Hu.

Everything is silent.

Everything is up to Master Hu.

Mr. Hu curled his lips but didn't say much.

Because actually, he had no idea about this matter.

This was different from the previous conversations or exchanges of interests with Zhu Yuanzhang, which seemed to involve himself or the Hu family.

But what we want to discuss now is the ownership of a henchman who belongs exclusively to the Zhu family both publicly and privately.

The key point is that this thug has been doing dirty work for the Zhu family for many years and knows a lot of the Zhu family's secrets.

Master Hu really had no idea how this matter would turn out.

But... give it a try!

Why not recruit a few more reliable professionals and management talents? Will he be left to do it himself when the time comes?

He had already made plans to conquer America in his mind.

But what he envisioned was that he was the one giving orders while others worked hard.

He didn't intend to make himself like Zhu Yuanzhang.

That's so miserable!

Is that the life that people live, where they think about things day and night and cannot sleep or eat?

He didn't want that.

He always kept in mind that he came to Ming Dynasty just to lie down and relax.

Besides, I do whatever I want to do for fun.

You can put some thought into it, but you must never get yourself into it.

If it really came to that, even if it was such a big deal, Master Hu would rather just throw it away.

There’s a saying that goes, we should believe in the wisdom of future generations!

Look, doesn’t this provide a very plausible excuse for passing the buck?

With his mind full of thoughts, Master Hu slowly walked along the white marble steps outside the Jinshen Hall and walked into the hall step by step.

Naturally, he didn't need to inform anyone when he came here. He just walked through the palace door and went in.

Looking at the figure who had been sitting behind the imperial desk and reading memorials day after day for more than ten years, Master Hu felt a little emotional for a moment.

"Your Majesty, I really want to know when I can see you put down the memorial in your hand!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at Master Hu, without putting down the pen in his hand, but asked speechlessly.

"How dare you ask that?"

"Among those people in the cabinet now, who can compare to you?"

"If you really think it's hard for us to sit here and read the memorials, why don't you come to the cabinet and help us!"

"That's real help, much more useful than your dry sighs and questions."

When Mr. Hu heard this, all the emotions in his heart disappeared immediately, and his face immediately turned pitiful and gray.

"Alas, I am old, weak, and dizzy. I really can't serve your majesty anymore!"

"Your Majesty, please consider our long-standing relationship as monarch and subject and allow me to enjoy my remaining years at home!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he threw the imperial pen in his hand aside and laughed out of anger on the spot.

"Hu Weiyong, can you please tell me something reliable?"

"Have you forgotten your current state?"

"You are not ashamed to say that you are old, weak, dizzy and confused?"

"Your appearance will probably not change in another twenty or thirty years. You're almost immortal, a living god. What else do you want?"

"I just asked you to do some work, and you are so shameless?"

Master Hu did not react at all to Zhu Yuanzhang's scolding. Instead, he walked up to Zhu Yuanzhang leisurely.

He licked his old face and smiled and replied: "Well, it's no big deal."

"You won't be the emperor for long anyway, and you'll just have to hand it over to the crown prince."

"Let him do what he needs to do!"

"We old guys should give them more opportunities to get started and gain more experience!"

"Look, if old guys like you and me keep occupying the position and refuse to move, what will happen to the prince? What about the team you prepared for the prince?"

Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at Master Hu and scolded him with a smile: "Weiyong, Weiyong, what I admire most is your mouth."

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"How come you can always come up with some twisted ideas?"

"I know you are expanding your business and making profits for yourself, but I still think what you say makes sense."

"Tell me, are we not far from being labeled as a tyrant?"

At this moment, Song Li hurriedly waved his hands and glared at the eunuchs and palace maids beside him.

He looked like he was about to stand up and start cursing.

Damn it, do you know the value of the conversation between His Majesty and Mr. Hu?

Do you little brats think you can listen to what these two gentlemen are talking about?

I'm afraid that as soon as you hear it, you'll be stabbed to death.

It’s nothing, the matter is confidential!

At this moment, everyone lowered their heads and ran out quickly, completely throwing aside their usual cautiousness and carefulness.

Mr. Hu didn't care so much. This was not his home, so why should he care so much?

He can say whatever he wants. As for how Lao Zhu will finish the matter and keep it secret, that is Lao Zhu's business and none of his business.

"Your Majesty, you are still far from being called a tyrant. In your lifetime, with your diligent attitude over the past decade, you will never be called a tyrant."

"As for the title of tyrant, well, I'm afraid you can't shirk it."

"Maybe they weren't so stable before, but now we can see that they are going to kill another batch!"

"And you killed the aristocratic family that loves to write history books and unofficial history. Do you think they will label you a tyrant?"

Don't think that Mr. Hu said this with a smile on his face, as if it were a joke.

Song Li on the side was looking at him as if he were a cancer.

He hates and he resents.

Why couldn't he just run?

Why did he have to listen to this?

Which of these crappy things did he want to hear, which was what he could hear?

But neither Master Hu nor Zhu Yuanzhang paid any attention to him at this moment.

Even when Zhu Yuanzhang heard Mr. Hu's outrageous remarks, he was not angry at all. Instead, he raised his eyebrows with a smile.

"Hey, Weiyong, if you say so, then we can't get rid of the name of tyrant forever?"

"Yes! In my opinion, as long as you start the killing in this rebellion, this hat will definitely be yours, and it will be something you can't wash off!"

Mr. Hu’s main character is honesty.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with a smile.

“In fact, we think so too.”

"But, let's think about it. Since we have already been labeled as a tyrant, why don't we just take this opportunity to strike harder?"