End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Teng Junze's heart sank but he couldn't retreat. This was related to the family's reputation and whether he could gain a foothold in the family.

He took a deep breath and walked towards the hall with forced calmness.

In the hall, Teng Junze's uncle sat in the main seat with a hypocritical smile on his face.

Lord Zhang sat aside, his eyes flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing Teng Junze come in, his uncle pretended to be concerned and asked, "Junze, I heard that you haven't been feeling well recently. Why did you take on such an important task?"

Teng Junze replied calmly, "Thank you for your concern, uncle. I'm fine. I will do my best to complete the mission."

"Good, good!" Uncle clapped his hands and smiled, "Jun Ze is indeed responsible! This batch of goods is of great importance. You must be careful and cautious, and don't make any mistakes."

Teng Junze sneered inwardly. This was clearly a case of a weasel paying a visit to a chicken, with no good intentions. He respectfully agreed on the surface, but in his mind he was rapidly thinking of a countermeasure.

At the same time, in modern times, Fan Mengmeng is as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

She learned about the dangerous mission that Teng Junze was facing through Zhao the maid, but she was far away in the modern era and could not reach him, so she could only worry.

She was worried that Teng Junze would be framed and unable to recover, and she felt anxious.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Fan Mengmeng paced back and forth in the room, countless thoughts flashing through her mind.

She wanted to contact Teng Junze, but found that the space-time channel was not stable and instant communication was not possible.

She could only pray over and over again, hoping that Teng Junze would be able to turn the danger into safety.

"No, I can't just wait like this!" Fan Mengmeng suddenly stopped and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

She rummaged through boxes and drawers, found some books about ancient trade, and began to study them seriously.

She wanted to do her best to provide some help to Teng Junze, even if it was just some insignificant advice.

After Teng Junze returned to his study, he immediately summoned his confidant, Master Wang, and told him the whole story.

After hearing this, Wang Xueshi frowned and said thoughtfully, "Master, this is indeed strange. I'm afraid you've fallen into a trap."

Teng Junze nodded and said, "I think so too. We must be extra careful with this transaction."

He walked to the desk, picked up a brush, and wrote a few words on the paper: risk, control, and plan.

This is the modern management concept that Fan Mengmeng once taught him, and he has always kept it in mind.

"Master Wang," Teng Junze put down his brush, his eyes determined, "let's analyze this transaction carefully and see what trap uncle has set."

Wang Xueshi, upon seeing this, also perked up and said, "Master, in my opinion..."

Teng Junze and Master Wang worked late into the night, and the study was filled with the faint scent of ink.

Teng Junze wrote the four words "risk management" that Fan Mengmeng taught him on a piece of paper and analyzed them word by word.

"Mengmeng once said that the core of risk management lies in 'identification, assessment, and response.'" He tapped his fingers lightly on the table. "Since Uncle set up this scheme, he must have some ulterior motive. We need to find out his goal and possible means."

Scholar Wang frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "Young Master, the goods I am in charge of this time are silk tributes to the court, which are priceless. If something goes wrong, at the very least, I will be dismissed and investigated, and at the worst,..." He didn't dare to say anything else, but the interests involved were self-evident.

"That's right," Teng Junze said with a gleam in his eyes. "Uncle's goal is to make me mess up, ruin my reputation, and then take away my position in the family." He paused, then continued, "Following Mengmeng's method, we will first list all the possible risks and then develop countermeasures for each one."

The two men buried themselves in piles of account books and documents, carefully checking every transaction record without missing any details.

Sure enough, after careful inspection, they found several hidden traps.

Several confidants arranged by his uncle actually tampered with the transportation route and quantity of goods. Once the transaction is completed, Teng Junze will be charged with huge losses.

Teng Junze sneered, "Uncle really put a lot of effort into it." He quickly adjusted the transportation route and arranged reliable personnel to escort the goods, thus resolving his uncle's conspiracy one by one.

On the day of the transaction, the scene was crowded and the atmosphere was tense.

Teng Junze's uncle looked very proud, thinking that he had won the battle.

However, when the goods arrived safely and the transaction was completed, his face instantly turned pale.

At this moment, a cry suddenly came from the crowd: "Fake account book! Here is a fake account book!" A man who looked like a manager took the account book, pointed at Teng Junze and shouted: "Mr. Teng embezzled and accepted bribes and enriched himself! The evidence is conclusive!" There was an uproar at the scene, and everyone was talking and accusing each other.

Teng Junze's uncle had a sinister smile on his face. Everything was in his plan.

However, faced with the sudden accusations, Teng Junze appeared unusually calm.

He took a deep breath, and Fan Mengmeng's encouraging smile appeared in his mind, with determination in his eyes.

This determination made Zhao, the maid who was secretly observing from the side, feel a little doubtful... "Wait," Teng Junze said slowly,

"Wait," Teng Junze spoke slowly, his voice not loud but loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly.

He was calm and composed, with a firmness in his eyes. This firmness caused a hint of doubt in the heart of Zhao, the maid who was secretly observing him from the side.

According to common sense, the person being slandered would panic and make excuses, but Teng Junze did the opposite. He first calmly asked everyone to review the evidence, and then analyzed the entire incident in an orderly manner, putting the slanderer in a passive position.

"This account book is indeed from the Teng Mansion," Teng Junze's eyes swept across the crowd, finally landing on his uncle's face, "but it's not a real account book." His uncle's face changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure and sneered, "Nonsense! This account book is clearly yours..."

"Uncle, please be patient," Teng Junze interrupted him with a confident smile on his face. "Let me ask you, is there any discrepancy between the amount of silk recorded in this account book and the actual amount?" His uncle was stunned and subconsciously looked at Li Moushi.

Li Moushi's eyes flickered and he didn't dare to look directly into Teng Junze's eyes.

Teng Junze continued, "The amount of silk recorded in this account book is 30% more than the actual amount. May I ask where this extra 30% of silk is now?" He pulled a genuine account book from his sleeve and held it aloft. "Here is the real account book. Every transaction is recorded for your inspection."

There was a buzz of discussion in the crowd. Lord Zhang originally wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to add insult to injury, but now he remained silent. He knew that Teng Junze was not an easy person to deal with, and there might be other hidden stories behind this matter.

Master Wang was very pleased. He had known for a long time that Teng Junze was confident, but he did not expect that he could resolve the crisis so skillfully.

Teng Junze's uncle and Li Moushi's faces turned very ugly. Their carefully planned conspiracy was so easily cracked by Teng Junze.

Maid Zhao secretly glanced at Teng Junze and thought to herself: When did the young master become so powerful?

Could it be... related to that mysterious "cute" girl?

Teng Junze took in everyone's reactions. He slowly walked up to the steward and asked in a cold tone, "Tell me, who told you to do this?" The steward was so frightened that he trembled all over and stammered, unable to speak.

Teng Junze's eyes were like sharp swords, piercing his heart, "Don't want to tell me? Then don't blame me for being rude." As he said that, he signaled the guards behind him to take the manager away.

"Wait!" Teng Junze's uncle finally couldn't help but speak...

"Wait!" Teng Junze's uncle shouted sternly, but forced a smile on his face, "Nephew, why are you so aggressive? The manager is old and it is inevitable that he will make mistakes. How about we just let this matter go?" His eyes rolled around, thinking about how to get out of this situation.

Teng Junze sneered: "Uncle, you are wrong. The accounts are not clear, but this is a family matter, how can we let it go so easily? If we don't investigate this matter thoroughly, how can we convince the public?" His sharp eyes swept over everyone present, and no one dared to look at him.

Upon seeing this, Lord Zhang coughed dryly and said in an attempt to smooth things over: "Yes, this matter does need to be thoroughly investigated, but there is no need to be too harsh. After all, we are all family." He seemed to be trying to smooth things over, but in fact he was favoring Teng Junze's uncle and wanted to use this opportunity to win him over.

Teng Junze naturally understood Lord Zhang's intention. He smiled slightly and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Lord Zhang is absolutely right, but the country has its laws and the family has its rules. If a prince breaks the law, he will be punished just like a commoner, let alone a mere steward. If he is not severely punished, how can he serve as a warning to others?" His words were sharp but gentle. They not only protected the interests of the family, but also implicitly criticized Lord Zhang for favoritism and abuse of power.

Master Wang clapped his hands and laughed: "Well said! Master Teng is indeed very perceptive, which is admirable!" His words were undoubtedly an open support for Teng Junze, which made Teng Junze's uncle even more angry.

Seeing that the situation was not favorable to him, Teng Junze's uncle could only suppress his anger and said with a gloomy face: "In that case, let's investigate thoroughly! I want to see who is behind this!" He glared at Zhao maid fiercely. Zhao maid was so scared that she trembled and lowered her head and dared not speak.

The storm seems to have subsided, but in fact there are undercurrents.

Teng Junze's uncle returned to the study, his face livid, and slammed his palm on the table. "Damn it! This kid is so difficult to deal with!" Li Moushi cautiously advised from the side, "Master, calm down. Victory and defeat are common in the military. If it doesn't work this time, there will be another time..."

"Next time?" Teng Junze's uncle sneered. "Next time, I'll make sure he's doomed!" A sinister glint flashed in his eyes. "I'll have a family meeting in three days. I've prepared a 'big gift' for him!" Li Moushi heard this and a strange smile appeared on his face. "Master, this is a brilliant plan. It will definitely leave him... speechless." He paused and lowered his voice, "But, that Lord Zhang..."

Teng Junze's uncle waved his hand, a sinister smile on his face: "Him? Just a chess piece..." As he spoke, he took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Li Moushi, "Take this letter and deliver it to Lord Zhang's residence..."