omoting it afterward.If the Qin Empire were still the one from over two hundred years ago, an empire prosperous and peaceful with abundant harvests and a thriving population, then Li Chen could have c...Chapter 400: Scheme
"Master Zhao, your righteousness!"
Prince Wenwang bowed his hands and immediately said: "Since even Master Zhao is willing to join, then given Master Zhao's status and standing, he should be the first president of this Wenyuannhui as everyone expects."
As soon as these words were uttered, everyone immediately understood that Prince Wenwang, the mastermind behind the establishment of the Wenyuan Society, had no intention of becoming its president himself. Therefore, they praised Prince Wenwang's generosity and integrity even more, and their last shred of worry disappeared. With the son of the chief minister leading the way, what could they possibly fear
"I'm in!"
"I'm in too!"
"And me too!"
The sound of voices one after another expressing their willingness to join filled the Wuwang Prince with delight.
And Zhao Tailai was also stunned by this sudden position as chairman.
He was the first to express his willingness to join because his father had previously said that he wanted to cultivate a good relationship with this prince of Wen.
But I didn't expect that Prince Wenwang was so good at dealing with people, giving himself the position of chairman directly.
Thinking about this, Zhao Taile hurriedly got up and humbly said: "The Wenyuanshe was built by the Prince. How could I be the first president Why don't you come, Your Highness"
The Duke of Wen immediately waved his hand in refusal. “No, although this suggestion came from me, I was just putting forward an idea. Everyone is here because of Young Master Zhao and Lord's reputation. How could I possibly overshadow them The first president must be Young Master Zhao.”
Zhao Tailai's refusal was merely polite. He had always been perceived as a frivolous playboy with no talents, and he had long coveted this position.
Right now, Zhao Tailai, who had never shouldered any responsibility before, felt a heavy burden weighing on him. He started to feel the pride of entering high society and starting his own business.
"Well... since the Young Master insists, then I have no choice but to fulfill this request. Thank you all for gracing me with your presence."
Zhao Tailai said with a spring breeze on his face, and after finishing speaking, he glanced provocatively at Li Chen.
As the chairman, he seemed to have enough status and qualifications to look down on Li Chen.
"An idiot who is used as a pawn."
Li Chen shook his head, truly unable to understand how Zhao Xuanji, a cunning old fox who had been scheming for a lifetime, could give birth to such a foolish son.
"You don't seem very optimistic about this Wen Yuan Hui" Su Jinpa saw Li Chen's strange expression and asked.
Li Chen pointed at the young masters vying to join the Wenyuen Society, saying, "Look at them, who are they"
Su Jinpa replied: "A bunch of idle, ruffian noble children who are more cowardly than brave."
"Yes, they are now a group of idle aristocratic youths. This is because their fathers are currently in their prime. But wait a few years, ten or even twenty years from now, when they reach their fathers' age and inherit the family's power and resources, who will they become"
Li Chen's one sentence woke the dreamer.
Su Jinpa was not stupid, but the limitations of her time prevented her from seeing what lay ahead. As a time traveler, Li Chen, who was wary of this so-called "party and society" from the start, saw the ugly face of this Wenyuen Society right away.
What is meant by "forming cliques for personal gain" What kind of clique is formed, and what kind of personal gain is sought It's precisely this kind of clique and this kind of personal gain.
Li Chen said slowly, "Wen Wang, and even the heir apparent Wen Wang's schemes are no less than Zhao Xuanji's. Their methods are truly formidable. This trip today was indeed a good one. Otherwise, I wouldn't know when I would discover their true faces."Chapter 1029: Storm