Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 1139 - 714: Abnormality

Chapter 1139: Chapter 714: Abnormality

Hua Hong came this time to report his duties, touching upon everything related to the Tian’an Commerce Assembly. From the total production of military equipment to the development of some small-scale mines, he practically stopped just short of presenting the appointment and dismissal of grassroots level managers to Xu Yuan.

This left Xu Yuan feeling somewhat constrained and overwhelmed.

Whether it was in terms of knowledge reserves or learning ability.

Using Hua Hong’s words from a day ago: His old man, no matter the skill, as long as he laid his eyes upon it, could roughly master it. Even something as complex as formations, he achieved Rank A Master’s level with just a year of spare time.

This kind of talent, even Jiang He in his youth admitted he couldn’t compare. Perhaps only Little Four’s talent in formations could match this old man’s.

But even that was limited only to the field of formations.

A genius alone was not enough; one needed to be the genius esteemed by other geniuses.

Understanding these past feats, aside from marveling at how his old man was essentially sent down by the heavens, Xu Yuan’s remaining thoughts focused entirely on whether the current Prime Minister’s Mansion system had become too deformed.

The ability to handle matters personally and professional competence go hand-in-hand. The former can be innate, but the latter requires time to build up.

Based on Xu Yuan’s rough calculations, to adapt to the role of Prime Minister’s son, he would need at least three years to acquire the necessary skills. To develop the bearing of a Prime Minister Mansion Master, the time would need to be measured in decades – ten, twenty, thirty years.

To truly equal his old man, it would likely take him until he was over a hundred years old.

This timeline might seem normal; after all, the major powers of Dayan all train their heirs over decades. To take the reins of an immense entity like the Prime Minister’s Mansion, a slightly longer cultivation period doesn’t seem entirely unreasonable.

But the issue lies in that Xu Yuan’s calculations are predicated on the assumption that he starts from Mortal Transcendence.

A powerful cultivation base brings a qualitative transformation to the brain.

Upon stepping into Mortal Transcendence, Xu Yuan could already achieve photographic memory, calculating complex numbers with just a glance, and accelerating his perception of the world while operating cultivation techniques, greatly enhancing his efficiency.

Xu Yuan’s experiences cannot be replicated.

Nor can his old man’s talent be replicated.

This kind of absolute autocracy, reliant on the leader’s personal ability, is akin to walking on a tightrope. A single misstep could lead to collapse.

If both father and son were no longer around,

if Hua Hong and other loyal ministers passed away,

under such a system,

the next generation would only need to falter slightly, and the Xu Family would likely meet its demise within three generations.

The system of the Prime Minister’s Mansion must be reformed.

However, Xu Yuan understood that reform was not something to undertake immediately.

Under external pressure, this kind of strongman-politics autocracy was currently the optimal solution for dealing with Dayan’s tangled and complicated external situations.

In the serene Yaxuan, incense smoke spiraled from the desk.

Lou Ji had a keen understanding of people’s emotions.

The moment she saw the weariness in Xu Yuan’s eyes, she sensed the weight in his heart.

After a brief pause, gazing at his back, Lou Ji softly advised:

"The Prime Minister is still here; you don’t need to rush like this."

Xu Yuan’s steps toward the door did not pause as he casually replied:

"I just feel that the current me is far too lacking."

Lou Ji’s emerald eyes carried a hint of complexity as she curved her lips into a smile:

"Don’t you have elder sister and Hua Hong here to help you?"

"Sister, time is running out."

With those words,

Xu Yuan suppressed the weariness in his eyes, reaching out to open the door of the Nine Dragon Pavilion.

This was the first time in years that Xu Yuan met Zong Qingsheng.

During the Barbarian Tribes war,

this old man had avoided meeting him, unwilling to let him interfere in his battle plans.

The old man’s appearance hadn’t changed much since Xu Yuan was a child; his spirit was still vigorous, much like a giant iron tower of a bear.

Zong Qingsheng glanced at the dashing young man inside the door and casually strolled in as he rumbled:

"This old man thought you’d keep hiding from me... What’s the meaning of this, lad?"

Before his words could finish,

Zong Qingsheng felt a gentle yet condensed Energy Mechanism solidify into an invisible wall blocking his way. He widened his tiger-like eyes, looking perplexed:

"Wait a minute, when did you get this strong?"

Xu Yuan didn’t answer, his gaze calm as he looked at the giant bear-like man and deliberately said:

"Mr. Zong, I assume you’ve come regarding the Black Scale Army’s military affairs?"

Hearing this, Zong Qingsheng immediately shelved his prior thoughts and nodded:

"That’s right. Let me be clear, given the current situation, the Black Scale Army’s pay and supplies cannot..."

"Everything stays the same."

"What?"

"Though I’ve taken my brother’s position, I don’t intend to alter his decisions in the short term," Xu Yuan replied with a smile. "Nor do I plan to reduce the Black Scale Army’s allocation."

"Changtian!"

Lou Ji’s displeased voice immediately came from behind.

The Prime Minister’s Mansion’s cake was only so big. With Hua Hong leaving smugly, and now the Black Scale Army requiring such immense funding, the only area to cut would be her Black Scale Guards.

She felt as if Changtian had betrayed her.

She, of all people, should have been the primary beneficiary of Changtian’s ascension. Yet this brat had first satisfied Hua Hong and Zong Qingsheng’s demands.

Lou Ji quickly said to Xu Yuan:

"War is already close to breaking out; it’s too late to cultivate new soldiers. Giving additional funds to the Black Scale Army now is wasteful. At a time like this, the Black Scale Guards need these resources far more to activate various overt and covert channels..."

"Since when did the Black Scale Leader have the right to speak when the Third Young Master decides?"

Zong Qingsheng’s booming voice cut her off, full of conviction: "Do you know how long the war will last? Without these funds to train new soldiers, when critical strongholds can’t be defended, will you use your Black Scale Guards to fill the gaps? And do you even understand how much material is consumed in a single day during full-scale war?!"

Lou Ji’s beautiful eyes narrowed sharply, gleaming with cold light. Just as she was about to retort, Xu Yuan interjected:

"Mr. Zong, since you’ve achieved your purpose, saying a bit less should not be too much of a loss."

Zong Qingsheng furrowed his brow slightly, but recalling that this young "God of Wealth" had just approved the funds, he chuckled and nodded:

"Since the Third Young Master has spoken, this old man won’t say another word for now. I’ll take my leave."

With that,

Zong Qingsheng let his tiger-like eyes casually glance at Lou Ji, then laughed heartily as he left.

Lou Ji clenched her fists, trembling with rage as she stood in the room.

Xu Yuan, on the other hand, paid no immediate attention to his elder sister’s frustration. His gaze remained calm as he tracked Zong Qingsheng’s laughing silhouette fading into the corridor.

Clearly, the old man had no intention of reporting his duties. It seemed that beyond the allocation of pay and supplies, the entire Black Scale Army answered directly to his father. Even as the Prime Minister’s son, Xu Yuan had no authority to command a single soldier.

However, Xu Yuan wasn’t particularly surprised by this.

No matter how affectionate their family ties might be, military power was always a bottom line.

With these thoughts in mind,

Xu Yuan turned his attention to the elder brother and the three Feng Family juniors outside the door, and with a smile, said:

"Brother, bring those three inside."