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“That’s a reasonable excuse.”

"Since it's an excuse, wouldn't it be better to improve people's livelihood? A new urban construction plan has come out. Using this as an excuse, wouldn't it be better to spend less but more fully?"

Yu Ge suddenly realized and bowed his head respectfully: "Thank you for your teachings, I will pay more attention next time and think more about it."

Fang Mingzhao said nothing, just stared at Yu Ge, not knowing whether he believed it or not.

After coming back, Yu Ge repeated the calculations many times, and only after he had figured out everything did he calm down his restlessness a little.

Last night, Yu Ge's Propaganda Bureau proposal was perfected for the final time and submitted. This morning, she needs to go to the Corona Building to attend the last regular meeting before the New Year.

After going downstairs, Fang Chi's car was parked there. Yu Ge got in the car and asked casually while taking the sandwich, "Do they know you're going out?"

"Yes." Fang Chi was a little surprised. "My sister and mother have always known about it."

"Oh, I see." Yu Ge looked up at the driver.

He had an ordinary appearance and was the third driver from the Fang family that she saw.

When she arrived at the Corona Building, everything was calm as usual. She went upstairs smoothly, picked up the information, and reached the top floor.

People arrived one after another, and Yu Ge looked up.

Sitting in the Zhang family's seat was a calm middle-aged man with sharp and handsome features, showing the demeanor of his youth and a powerful aura as vast as the ocean. He did not look like the kind of person who would be lazy and not attend the parliament.

That is Daoqing's father, Councillor Zhang Lin.

Almost everyone had arrived, until finally heavy footsteps were heard and a pair of slightly wrinkled hands pushed open the door of the conference room.

Yu Ge and other councillors looked up.

The moment the elderly and amiable old man appeared, all the councillors, including the eight at the top, stood up.

"Chief Song, good day."

"Morning, Chief Song."

"It's been a long time since we last met, Councillor Song."

Various greetings were heard, and the elderly man responded cheerfully one by one, without any airs and being extremely easy-going.

But no one looked down on him for that.

After all, he was able to take over the position of consul at the age of twenty-five and sat firmly in the position for twenty-six years.

Even though he later became love-sick and ill, and did not attend parliament for many years, he still overwhelmed the crowd and intimidated all those with ulterior motives.

I didn’t expect that such a legendary figure could be so approachable.

After responding around, Song Huanming smiled as he looked through the crowd and caught sight of Yu Ge in the corner, and looked at her with sharp eyes.

After just one glance, he looked away without saying anything.

He should be unhappy, after all, Yu Ge treated his son like that.

Everyone had different thoughts, and after Song Huanming sat down, they also took their seats one after another.

After a few mediocre and uncontroversial proposals, we finally got to the point.

"Regarding the 'Resolution to Establish a Propaganda Bureau'... Above, this proposal was submitted by Councillor Yu Ge. Please make a resolution."

As soon as the secretary finished speaking, a calm female voice sounded: "I don't think it's appropriate."

Yu Ge's hand holding the pen stiffened, then loosened and slowly looked over.

Facing Ming Zhao's cold gaze from above.

She looked through the long table and coldly looked at Yu Ge, saying, "The people are restless nowadays. Setting up a propaganda agency will not only fail to promote the parliament and make the people more cooperative, but will also be restricted everywhere."

“For example, this drought, we didn’t have to deal with it.”

Amid the astonished gazes of the crowd, Fang Mingzhao rejected Yu Ge's proposal sentence by sentence. His speech was at a moderate pace, his pronunciation was clear, and his every word was merciless, leaving no room for any rebuttal.

The heavy stone in Yu Ge’s heart fell to the ground.

Ever since she questioned him last time, Yu Ge had roughly guessed that Fang Mingzhao would betray them.

For these ancient nobles, family glory and power are above all else, and they will maintain class stability at all costs.

Even the younger generations whom I once admired very much.

The people on both sides of the long table shifted their gazes covertly between Yu Ge and Fang Mingzhao, and finally looked at Shen Yueshan.

Shen Yueshan looked calm and not at all surprised.

After finishing his story, Fang Mingzhao concluded calmly: "...Therefore, I do not agree to establish a Propaganda Department. I propose,"

She raised her eyes, looking across the long wooden table to Yu Ge, and said word by word:

"——Restart the discussion wall and block public opinion."

Thinking back to the recent period when they were forced by public opinion to deal with the drought issue, the faces of the councilors present looked much uglier.

Public opinion is indeed a double-edged sword.

Yu Ge wanted to refute, but Fang Mingzhao could speak mercilessly, but she couldn't.

Ji Changyue, Li Xing and others were on both sides of the long table. She couldn't leave people with the impression that she was ruthless and ungrateful.

Even if there is a tie between interests, it still depends on whether the partner will stab you in the back.

Yu Ge clenched the pen in his hand, lowered his head and remained silent.

After Fang Mingzhao, Shen Yueshan also spoke about the fact that the Special Supervision Bureau had been troubled by public opinion recently and its work was not progressing smoothly.

The wheat-skinned commander cast a cold gaze at Yu Ge, who was sitting at the end of the long table, and said in a cold voice, "...Therefore, the public's cooperation has decreased, causing the interests of many nobles to suffer, and the public's rebelliousness has become stronger. I strongly agree with Councillor Fang's suggestion."

After the two of them finished speaking, the Fang family's affiliated councilors did not make any movement and were still watching Fang Mingzhao's attitude.

After all, Councillor Yu’s engagement with the Fang family has not been cancelled yet.

But the Shen family faction had no scruples and launched an emotional condemnation.

They don't want their power in the Special Supervision Bureau to be divided.

After everything was said and done, Fang Mingzhao knocked on the table and signaled: "The resolution time has come, and we can vote."

The secretary of the committee room looked up at the elderly congressman sitting in the center of the table, hesitated for a moment, and seeing that he did not react, he obediently opened the voting option.

After a while, the voting results came out.

There were 28 members of parliament, 3 abstained and 15 rejected the proposal.

The secretary of the committee room glanced at the silent Yu Ge, sighed, and said loudly: "The fifth motion is rejected, and now proceed to--"

After hearing these words, Yu Ge raised his head indifferently, then looked upwards, at the old man in the middle.

She had always been weird.

Song Jingshen has always known her, but he never disturbed her, and what happened around her has never been exposed. According to Song Jingshen's ability, he should be able to find out.

Especially the fact that she killed that noble family with her own hands. Aunt You and the Jian couple, who were just commoners at the time, were unable to suppress it.

If she could have suppressed it, she wouldn't have had to flee to Shangzhou with them in the end. After that, who helped her suppress it completely?

Why did they flee to Shangzhou instead of somewhere further away? Could Xun Qingling protect all of them from so many nobles?

Why, five years ago, when Song Jingshen annihilated the rebels, there were no high-level casualties?

Why would a minor noble, the former commander of the First Legion who had been promoted based on his military achievements, change his name to Mo Wuxun and join the rebel army?

Can the public recruitment examinations for scholars and the admission of common people, which obviously benefit common people, really be promoted by the Xun family alone?

Yu Ge looked upwards steadily, meeting the old man's gaze from a distance.