Xu Yuan's journey to the Beixuan Institute was far from quiet.
As he walked, a crowd of people surrounded him completely.
The moment Xu Yuan stepped down from the top floor of the Moyin Pavilion, these senior stewards and shopkeepers of the Prime Minister's Mansion—who had been waiting for a long time—flocked to him like thirsty men encountering sweet rain. Feng Mingming, who had reached the Iron Body Realm, was directly pushed out of sight, trailing far behind the group.
These stewards were all here to report their work to Xu Yuan.
Various kinds of reports.
Once again, Xu Yuan confirmed just how distorted the Prime Minister's Mansion's system was.
Hua Hong hadn't been exaggerating when he described the future to him.
To sit in this position, one must be prepared for year-round, 24/7 work.
The highest leader of the Prime Minister's Mansion actually had to finalize decisions for a town-level merchant guild.
