Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

Lin Dafu paced back and forth, feeling reluctant to see the numbers on the financial statements.

He walked for a long time, but still didn't give up. He picked up the financial statement again, his eyes as big as copper bells, and checked it over and over again.

In his eyes, the contents of the report seemed to consist of only two big black words - loss of money!

Every expenditure felt like someone was taking a sharp knife and cutting off a piece of flesh from his body. The pain went deep into his bones.

He knew that if this continued, he would definitely spend the night in insomnia again.

Sighing helplessly, he subconsciously kept stroking his big round belly, as if this could give himself some comfort and calm his tangled mood a little.

However, just as he calmed down for a moment, the announcement outside rang out like thunder: "President, Mr. Qi is here to see you!"

When Lin Dafu heard the three words "Mr. Qi", he shuddered all over like a mouse seeing a cat.

"Tell him I'm not here and I need to hide somewhere!"

He said in a panic.

The previous few times Mr. Qi came, the Chamber of Commerce lost a large amount of property each time. This guy had long been blacklisted in Lin Dafu's mind and became the person he hated the most, no doubt about it.

But just as he finished speaking, Mr. Qi's familiar and hateful voice came from the door: "Fatty, you want to hide? Where can you hide? I am the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty. If you dare to hide from me, I will punish you!"

Hearing this, Lin Dafu flew into a rage. He suppressed his anger and, in order not to disturb the work of others in the office, stormed out and slammed the door.

He thought to himself that he was a warrior after all and should have the courage to face his fears.

But when his angry eyes met Mr. Qi's fox-like eyes full of smiles, he was like a deflated ball, and the momentum he had just gathered disappeared without a trace.

He said helplessly, "Old Qi, stop talking so much nonsense. Just tell me how much you want, okay? Stop trying to trick me."

At this time, Lin Dafu felt like a lamb to be slaughtered and had lost all means of resistance.

Mr. Qi was not in a hurry. He reached out and pinched Lin Dafu's chubby cheeks, and said with a playful smile: "Don't worry, you fat guy, I'm not here to ask for money this time. I'm here on the orders of His Majesty."

"Prince...oh no, your Majesty's order?"

Lin Dafu looked at Mr. Qi doubtfully, his eyes full of distrust.

He thought to himself, is this guy playing some tricks again?

Mr. Qi felt a little guilty when he saw his suspicious look and coughed twice.

He said, "Alright, stop doubting me. How many heads do I have? How dare I falsely convey His Majesty's instructions?"

Lin Dafu thought about it and felt that Mr. Qi probably didn't have the courage to do that, so he relaxed a little.

He asked, "What does your Majesty want to tell me?"

"His Majesty said he's getting married, so you should prepare the betrothal gifts. Take out some of those hidden treasures from the bottom of your box. Don't be stingy. If you still are stingy, His Majesty will let me personally peel off your skin and send it to His Majesty."

Mr. Qi spoke word by word.

When Lin Dafu heard this, his eyes widened and his face was full of shock.

"What, Your Majesty is getting married?"

He was stunned at first, then he reacted.

"Are you just going to tell me the order? Don't I have to kneel down to receive it?"

Master Qi looked at him as if he were a fool and said impatiently, "Okay, stop talking nonsense. You can kneel down when an imperial edict comes next time. Come on, take me to the storehouse. I'll pick out some good stuff."

When Lin Dafu heard that Mr. Qi was going to the warehouse, he became alert instantly like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

"No, you can't go to the storehouse! How could I be stingy when it comes to His Majesty's wedding? Don't worry! I will definitely come up with something good!"

"Besides, everything in the warehouse belongs to His Majesty! I'm just in charge! Did His Majesty agree to let you enter the warehouse? If not, don't even think about going in!"

Seeing Lin Dafu's nervous expression, Mr. Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile: "Do you think His Majesty agrees that I can go in?"

As he spoke, he dug a hole in his chest, and a corner of a bright yellow object appeared.

When Lin Dafu saw the bright yellow color, his face turned pale and he shouted loudly.

"You! You shameless scholar! You even asked His Majesty for a copy of the imperial edict! You are so shameless!"

Mr. Qi shrugged his shoulders, looking nonchalant. "Yes, I am shameless. What can you do about it? I am the Grand Tutor of the dynasty! What can you do to me?"

Looking at Mr. Qi's shameless appearance, Lin Dafu was furious, but he could do nothing and could only feel furious.

He knew in his heart that in terms of merit, no one could make more contributions than this shameless scholar.

Thinking of this, he reluctantly compromised: "I understand, then come with me to the warehouse."

"But I have a word for you! You can't just take things without permission! You have to obey my orders! Otherwise, I'll quit and leave you all to starve!"

He could only try to salvage the situation by struggling like this powerlessly.

Seeing Lin Dafu like this, Mr. Qi quickly said to comfort him: "Don't worry, don't you know who I am? Fatty! I will do the work, you can trust me, understand?"

Lin Dafu muttered quietly, "It's because I understand you that I have to be wary of you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to be on guard!"

"What are you mumbling about? Fatty, quickly lead the way to the storehouse and pick out the betrothal gifts for His Majesty so I can write a memorial to His Majesty!"

"You know what? According to Xianyang's rules, I'm already off work! Do you know how long I work every day in Chang'an? Ten hours a day at least! You fat bastard, you're enjoying yourself in Xianyang City, and you're always complaining and dragging your feet!"

Mr. Qi complained.

Hearing Mr. Qi talk about how hard he worked at Changan, especially the ten-hour shifts, Lin Dafu felt a surge of joy. It seemed he was indeed the one enjoying the most.

After figuring it out, Lin Dafu took Mr. Qi to the warehouse.

Mr. Qi looked at the warehouse, his face full of confusion as he asked, "Fatty? What's wrong with you? You put six locks on this door. Let me ask you, isn't this too much trouble for you?"

Lin Dafu looked at him with disdain and said, "Don't challenge my job with your knowledge! This is just the beginning! I added eight more doors and ninety-three locks!"

Mr. Qi was speechless after hearing this. He thought to himself, this guy is really stingy to the extreme, and this surname is absolutely right.

After Lin Dafu worked hard for half an hour, the door of the warehouse was finally opened.

Lin Dafu hurriedly pulled Mr. Qi into the warehouse, then skillfully closed the warehouse door and locked it from the inside.

Mr. Qi looked at the lock inside and was even more shocked: "No? Fatty, you installed a lock in there? Who would install a lock in a warehouse?"

"Don't worry about it. His Majesty has said before that safety comes first, not to mention money."

"Okay, stop arguing. Come on, take a look and pick up anything you like! The sooner you pick, the sooner you'll be done. I'm making you feel uncomfortable just looking at me!"

Lin Dafu said impatiently.

Seeing the uncomfortable look on Fatty Lin's face, Mr. Qi also made a face, which made Fatty Lin even more uncomfortable.

After the commotion, Mr. Qi turned to look at the warehouse. When he saw the dazzling array of collections, he turned to look at Lin Dafu in shock: "Are you a Pixiu? How can you store so much?"