Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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"Is it really possible?" King Jin asked quietly.

In his view, no matter how good the business is, it is nothing but duckweed in the sky without official guarantees.

With just one decree, he can make the trade routes opened up by Zhao Mo impossible to pass through.

"You are really..." Xie Zhuo sighed lightly: "You are worthy of being a royal child."

"I'm convinced." Xie Zhuo said helplessly, "So, how about I donate 20 taels of silver to contribute to the army?"

King Jin's pupils shrank suddenly: "What you said is true?"

"A word from a gentleman," Xie Zhuo stretched out his hand, and King Jin patted it heavily: "Come on!"

"After three days, I will let Zhao Mo return to the front with 20 taels and His Royal Highness King Jin, what does King Jin think?"

"Good!" King Jin nodded in satisfaction.

"Then I'm going to persuade Zhao Mo?" Xie Zhuo tentatively pointed to the door, but King Jin didn't stop him.

After Xie Zhuo disappeared, the seriousness on King Jin's face slowly dissipated, revealing a smile.

Although this Xie Zhuo looks talented, he is not as talented as he imagined in his heart.

Pity.

If he is really as capable as Zhao Mo said, it is not impossible to bring him back to Beijing to train him.

Xie Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out of King Jin's small courtyard.

Almost, almost, he was about to be captured by King Jin and become a strong man.

Fortunately, he stuck to that bottom line.

Isn't a businessman who is a bit shrewd but overly interested in profit fits his personality?

As for the 20 taels?

If you don't want your child to be caught by a wolf, it's an investment for the future.

What's more, with the 20 taels, King Jin has to give Zhao Mo a good official position, right?

"Let's go, I have something to tell you." Seeing the Jiedushi who was talking with Father Xie, Xie Zhuo wiped his face and his expression became serious.

After the two of them returned to the yard, his tense back suddenly relaxed: "I'm exhausted."

He really hates communicating with people in the court, it's too tiring.

Zhao Mo took the tea bowl from Xie Nan and placed it beside Xie Zhuo, and said in a deep voice, "Did King Jin embarrass you, my lord?"

Xie Zhuo looked sideways at his frowning brows, and said amusedly: "So what if he makes things difficult for me? Do you still want to drive him out?"

Zhao Mo's Adam's apple rolled, and before he could say anything, Xie Zhuo continued: "I promised King Jin to let you go to the front with him."

Zhao Mo raised his head suddenly, and stared at Xie Zhuo closely with a pair of black eyes, there was injury and confusion, but no resentment.

"My lord, you don't want me anymore?"

As soon as the familiar words came out, Xie Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

He seemed to have heard Zhao Mo speak like this before.

Oh, it was when he transferred Zhao Mo to a good student.

"Young master." Zhao Mo knelt down on one knee, pressed his chest against Xie Zhuo's knee, and said in a deep voice, "You..."

"Okay, okay, don't play bitter tricks with me, this trick won't work."

Xie Zhuo hurriedly covered his mouth, and said angrily, "I have been acting with King Jin all morning, and I am tired, so I am too lazy to act with you again."

Zhao Mo paused in his voice, and then said in a low voice: "Then why did you agree to him?"

Acting?

Two points are acting, but more is fear.

The fearful young master really abandoned him, and the fearful young master handed him over to others.

Zhao Mo couldn't accept that he left the son.

Maybe it's the baby bird effect that the young master said, or maybe it's the possessive desire hidden in his heart.

Zhao Mo didn't want to leave his son for a moment, and he didn't want to go to that distant border to do anything.