I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

"Actually, I, Lin Dafu, do owe you a little. I sent you to Chang'an to serve as officials when I had the chance."

Lin Dafu said with a smile, but a hint of regret flashed in his eyes.

The young man looked at Lin Dafu with a determined look.

"President! I don't want to be an official! I just want to follow the president!"

"Silly child, go down and have a rest! I will recommend you to His Majesty when there's a chance, Fu Changyuan, right?"

Lin Dafu patted the young man on the shoulder.

Fu Changyuan nodded solemnly.

"Yes, President!"

"Okay, go down and let me take a look at last month's financial statements."

Lin Dafu waved his hand.

"It's the president!"

Fu Changyuan turned and left.

……

In a moment, a shrill scream was heard from Lin Dafu's room, and the sound seemed to break through the roof and reach the sky.

However, the people around did not react much and continued to be busy.

If you ask why, the answer is: I’m used to it!

Lin Dafu held the financial statement in his hand, looking at the shocking numbers on it, and felt like crying but had no tears.

"How can a war cost fifty million dollars?"

His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"Why did they allocate 30 million yuan for the renovation of Chang'an City? Is Chang'an City made of gold?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his fat fingers and kept gesturing on the report.

"Why do we need an advance of 50 million yuan to fight the war?"

Lin Dafu felt dizzy when he looked at these exaggerated financial statements.

In just one month, even if we calculate very frugally, at least 150 million yuan will be spent.

He couldn't believe his eyes.

"God damn it! What on earth is going on in Chang'an City? How come I didn't even get a whiff of it, and the money is just flowing like water!"

He paced back and forth in the office, his fat body trembling slightly with anger.

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."