Lin Yuan once thought about his central team, this group of people should be the backbone of the new world, he can tolerate people's selfishness, even if they desire power or money and other desires within moral standards, as long as they can do it. It's a good deal, can understand Lin Yuan's thoughts and practices, and faithfully implement them.
Under such a premise, Lin Yuan felt that he was very tolerant.
Only now, he has doubts about what he once thought, especially when he looked at Zhao Youquan, he couldn't wait to drive this man out of the tent.
Because the thirst for power status on this person's face is so obvious that it is obvious at a glance.
And to his disappointment, most people do.
They have sufficient knowledge, have broad horizons, and have many things that ordinary people do not have. They are also smarter and more flexible than other scholars.
But their use of their own advantages is limited to power.
Lin Yuan even felt that if he really established an imperial court one day, these people would form gangs, try their best to fight dissidents, and snatch and share the power in his hands.
Zhao Youquan knelt on the ground, but couldn't wait for Lin Yuan to call him up.
He was a little flustered, thinking about whether he had said something wrong just now, but in an instant, he understood.
He has demonstrated in his mind the scene of meeting Lin Yuan countless times. At first, he was a peasant, then he was a lower official, and finally...
He said the last of his self-proclaimed words.
Nan Bodhisattva has not yet proclaimed himself emperor, he calls himself Wei Chen...
Zhao Youquan's legs began to tremble.
But it's not all lifeless. If Nan Bodhisattva has the idea of proclaiming himself an emperor, then his self-proclaimed right is just flattering.
And in Zhao Youquan's view, it's impossible for Lin Yuan not to have the idea of becoming an emperor. If he doesn't want to be an emperor, he doesn't have to go to this stage. Wouldn't it be safer to live in Gaoyou and wait for the court to recruit security
"You will be the head of the propaganda department in the future."
This sentence came from above, and Zhao Youquan breathed a sigh of relief. He was promoted, which proved that he made the right bet.
Zhao Youquan restrained his fear and thanked him full of anger.
Lin Yuan: "Go down and do your job well."
He has no real power in the Propaganda Department. In order to get promoted, he will always try to make real achievements. If he thinks in a good direction, the Propaganda Department may have new changes.
Lin Yuan gave him the opportunity. If he grasped it, he might be able to occupy a place beside Lin Yuan in the future.
Zhao Youquan left the tent, he let out a suffocating breath outside the tent, and he didn't even dare to breathe after entering the tent.
Before entering the tent, he could only be regarded as a petty official, or the one without formal appointment. After leaving the tent, he became a real official.
At this time, Zhao Youquan hadn't realized that he had no real power as an official. After all, the Propaganda Department was a new department. Most people only knew what they were showing off, but they didn't know what power they could enjoy.
Not long after Zhao Youquan left, Chen Baisong asked, "Young master still wants to use him."
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "It's not a bad thing to have such a person. If he can go back to the right path, he is also a talent, and he can be used naturally. If he goes wrong, there will definitely be a bunch of people around him. It saves me the effort to catch all these people in one go."
Chen Baisong suddenly lost his words. He thought of his military camp. Not all people in the military camp were obedient to military orders, but some had their own thoughts. Every time he saw such a person, Chen Bosong would directly deal with them by military law. Now it seems that the young master's The method is also good. Keep people, but you can find more criminals.
It's easier to find them one by one.
"Young master is right." Chen Baisong felt that Lin Yuan was getting smarter and smarter. He was a man who would cry whenever he encountered something when he was a child.
He hadn't seen the young master show a weak side for a long time, as if he had always been so strong, no matter what he encountered, he was calm and steady, giving people the feeling that everything was under his control.
Lin Yuan turned his head and asked him, "Is there any news from Xu Shouhui's side? How about the people who have been placed in the past?"
Chen Bosong looked like "I really can't remember this if you don't ask me." He probably also found that his performance was too obvious, lowered his eyes and said, "I'll ask."
Lin Yuan sighed.
Chen Baisong was a little nervous. He felt that Lin Yuan was disappointed in him, as if he didn't do what he should have done, which made him feel a little ashamed.
"Xu Shouhui..." Lin Yuan said with a look of pity, "Poor."
Xu Shouhui is similar to Han Liner, they are both emperors with a name but no real power. Han Liner is controlled by Liu Futong, and Xu Shouhui is controlled by Ni Wenjun.
But Han Liner is better than Xu Shouhui. After all, Liu Futong never thought of usurping the throne and has always protected Han Liner wholeheartedly.
Ni Wenjun wanted to pull Xu Shouhui down at any time so that he could be replaced.
Chen Baisong didn't understand where he was pitiful. After all, Xu Shouhui was the emperor. Even if the emperor could only hide in a corner, there was absolutely no shortage of enjoyment. Chen Baisong glanced at Lin Yuan and thought, "Young master said he was pitiful, then when he is poor".
Lin Yuan smiled and said, "You send someone to tell the people in Hanyang, and tell him to work harder on Ni Wenjun, and say that if Ni Wenjun wants to achieve great things, I am willing to borrow troops here."
In history, Ni Wenjun wanted to kill Xu Shouhui to usurp the throne, but he was defeated after the uprising, so he could only defect to Chen Youliang. Chen Youliang took a place in this history and replaced Ni Wenjun as the new ruler of the Tianwan regime. .
What if Ni Wenjun succeeds? Successfully usurped? Or rely on his Lin Yuan's soldiers, when Lin Yuan wants to hit him, he will be better than others.
Even if Ni Wenjun knew that Lin Yuan was plotting wickedly, the huge benefits were in front of him, and he would never refuse.
Ni Wenjun is a gambler, and gamblers always only focus on the eyes.
He wanted to be emperor, and Lin Yuan helped him.
Lin Yuan looked at Chen Bosong: "Do you understand?"
Chen Baisong has a lot of experience in fighting, and he has no talent in politics. He asked seriously: "Why do you want to help him? Tianwan has nothing to do with us, and it would be good not to fight them."
Lin Yuan was stunned, and finally understood Chen Bosong's brain circuit.
Chen Baisong's thinking direction is easy to understand. It is nothing more than: killing Xu Shouhui by hammering with soldiers - Ni Wenjun becoming emperor - is not good for them.
Why do things that are not good for you
Lin Yuan could only do his duty to be a teacher who was preaching and educated. He explained from a different angle: "Why is Xu Shouhui able to sit firmly on the throne? He has no real power in his hands, but Ni Wenjun has never dared to move. What is the reason?"
Chen Bosong said: "He is the emperor."
The emperor represents everything, and he is destined to return, so even if the people below know that he cannot be the master, they are still willing to support him, just like a signboard.
"So Ni Wenjun's name is not right." Lin Yuan added, "He overthrew Xu Shouhui, and people's hearts are naturally unstable and turbulent. Isn't it easier for us to fight again?"
Chen Baisong pondered, and after a long while, he said, "Then why don't you just take advantage of the chaos of the army and take a blow to take Hanyang?"
Now it was Lin Yuan's turn to be stunned.
He looked at Chen Baisong dully, and suddenly became excited. He grabbed Chen Baisong's rough hand and said excitedly, "In ancient times, there is a teacher of words, but today there is a teacher of words by Baisong!"
He cared so much about Chen Youliang that it blinded his reason.
Yes, now is not the time for him to be weak. In the turbulent times, he already has enough capital to end up.
He has a million heroes, sufficient reserves of food and grass, and excellent weapons and ammunition. Why can't he just go off the court and compete with them head-on
He doesn't even need to borrow troops, he just needs to add a kick when Ni Wenjun and Xu Shouhui are fighting each other, and he can take advantage of the fisherman.
It's only April, and Ni Wenjun will start his army in September, and he still has time.
Lin Yuan looked at Chen Bosong, his eyes had never been so enthusiastic.
Chen Bosong was stunned by the sight of him, and he didn't know why his words had such power.
Lin Yuan's face was flushed, which made him lose his calm and self-controlled image in the past. He was as excited as a hairy boy who saw his sweetheart. His heartbeat gradually lost its original frequency. He said to Chen Baisong, "I was wrong. already."
Chen Bosong looked stunned.
Lin Yuan laughed: "I underestimated myself too much."
Chen Bosong calmed down with a question mark on his face.
Lin Yuan, who was so excited that he couldn't hold himself back, stood up, and the young master stood up. Naturally, Chen Bosong couldn't continue to sit, and could only stand up.
Lin Yuan hugged Chen Bosong, he needed someone to share his feelings at this time, his breath was hot on Chen Bosong's ears, his voice was restrained from excitement, almost nonsense.
"You're right." Lin Yuan hugged Chen Bosong tightly, "Why am I so stupid? Why should I follow the established path? I can change the direction, I can take another path, the butterfly's wings have long been flapping, I Why do you have to follow the path before the fan?"
Chen Bosong: "..."
He really didn't understand a word of what the young master said.
Lin Yuan let go of his hand, he took a deep breath, with a sudden and hearty smile on his face, as if the previous haze had been swept away,
"I have to go out for a walk and let the wind blow." Lin Yuan said to Chen Bosong without looking back, and then left the tent.
He stood outside the tent, ambitious, as if the picturesque rivers and mountains were in front of his eyes.
It's time to recruit Song Shizhao and Luo Ben. He still has time to make adequate preparations and not give Ni Wenjun and Xu Shouhui a chance to react.
Chen Bosong was the only one left in the tent, standing on the spot with a bewildered face. He touched his ear. The ear that Lin Yuan was talking to was red and hot, as if he had been burned by fire. He drank it. With a cup of cold tea, I sat back on the chair, but the heat in my ears never subsided.
Chen Bosong sat for a while, then stood up.
Not only was his ears bad, but his fingertips were turning red now. He looked outside the tent and felt that he should go out for a walk too, to get some air.
Cold air is best.