()Shocked, stunned, and all kinds of feelings. When did this fat, drunken pig have this kind of consciousness?

Regarding this guy who is very close to the emperor of the empire and was named the purple royal family, I wondered: "I want to know the reason."

"There are many reasons. Look at the recent meeting, the discussions were so intense that I couldn't get in the middle of the conversation. The things you usually talk about about tariff increases and decreases, tax rate revisions, bonds and stocks are all in Greek, but once you get into it,

Into my ears, I can’t figure out what it means.” Marcus moved his plump lips, his face turned red from holding back, it took a lot of perseverance for him to be ashamed to admit that he couldn’t do it.

I subconsciously looked outside at the trees on the street.

"Cousin, what are you looking at?"

"I'm looking for the pig climbing the tree."

"Did you find it?"

"No."

It’s probably because the expression on my face was too playful. Marcus couldn’t bear it. His eyes were evasive and he rubbed his hands uneasily: “To be honest, I actually want to be someone like Caesar! I’m pursuing a noble man.”

My wife said that only when I become a great man like Caesar can she accept me."

"You obviously have a long way to go." I didn't expose the lady's little thoughts, "Then you prepared the proposal at the meeting last year?"

Marcus couldn't understand: "Yes, but I don't understand why Caesar doesn't approve it. It's obviously very good. It can not only reduce expenses but also increase operational efficiency."

I asked my innocent cousin: "Do you know the price of a horse?"

"You know, the postman doesn't have to buy a good horse. A bad horse only costs seventy or eighty solidus. Even if he buys a hundred horses, he can still offset it with the funds from layoffs."

"Does your cousin know how the postman works?" I asked again.

"I don't know that. I guess the postman is always waiting for letterheads to be delivered. Those lazy guys, even I know that letterheads don't appear frequently. Sometimes they don't have to work at all!" Marcus replied

.

This cousin is really talented at being a salary thief. He has been the Postmaster General for more than ten years, but he doesn't even know how the postmen under him work! I am too lazy to talk nonsense to him: "My cousin's original intention is

Okay, but I forgot what time it is now."

"It's afternoon now, hahahaha, I didn't forget!"

I kind of want to tease someone: "I mean, now is the time when the empire is facing a food crisis! During this period, it is impossible and it is best not to fire anyone!"

"Ah, why?"

"Suppose that my cousin is a man living in Constantinople and working for the empire, and he only gets 15 solidus every month. At this time, the price of food rises, and the food that can be bought with one solidus becomes

It’s broken into two Solidus pieces, what do you think?”

Marcus thought about it and then said: "You shouldn't be very happy?"

"Okay, then the food price returns to its original price, but you lose your job, what do you think?"

"anger?"

"So you understand now?"

"Understand what?"

"We cannot leave some citizens of the empire without food in order to stabilize the food prices in the empire. Those postmen, with a monthly salary of only 3 solidus silver coins, are originally part-time and relatively easy jobs! As long as they are locals and

It's enough if you can walk. Now my cousin's proposal says that some people will be fired. This will have little impact on young people. They are still young.

The young and strong can still find work somewhere, but those who are old and infirm are most likely counting on doing errands to support themselves and their families! Now you have to send away seven or eight thousand people at once

, My cousin, how many housewives do you want to separate? Have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this!" As I spoke, my voice grew louder unconsciously.

Marcus was crying, and he explained anxiously: "Oh God, Lord! I didn't mean to harm anyone! But Caesar will think that I did it on purpose! Believe me, my cousin, I just want to show my face in front of Caesar."

Behave better, it’s all because of those consultants! They suggested me to do this! What should I do, what should I do now..."

Seeing this fat cousin walking around anxiously, I sighed, he was such a waste, it really damaged my image as a cheap dad.

The big fat man hunched over and pulled my sleeves and begged: "Cousin, help me! I want reform!"

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Because I think cousin, you are a genius! A genius who can guide me to become a great man like Caesar!"

"Okay, I'll try my best." I rolled my eyes. I couldn't find any sense of accomplishment when being praised by such a person. But there was no way. No matter what, this person was a staunch supporter of our group. He did

It's hard for others to say that my father is ignorant, even though he has been the postmaster in name only for more than ten years.

Marcus was ecstatic: "What to do now?"

"If you want to reform, you have to make a reasonable proposal. If you want to make a proposal, you have to understand the reasons for the department and its shortcomings! Didn't my cousin say that we need to find out the number of people who are underreporting? Go ask the people at the Political Affairs Bureau for a copy of the imperial household registration record.

, and then call up a list of postmen from all over the country from your postal court. We will slowly audit and check. By the way, call all your consultants and let them help!"

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away!"

The fat cousin didn't know what kind of thankless job he would accept to take care of himself. He looked at the figure walking away. I laughed, should this kind of person be a corpse or a corpse?

But these days, my fat cousin obviously doesn’t have the consciousness to be a corpse, or he has been sleeping in the cemetery for a long time and wants to get up and move around. Anyway, apart from chatting with Imas, I basically have nothing to do during this period, just to pass the time.

alright.

Just after two o'clock by the grandfather clock in the reception hall, my fat cousin shamelessly arrived at my house in a carriage.

He said that the Postal Court, which keeps the personnel files of postmen across the country, had all moved to the building of the Political Court. The under-secretary in charge was also there, and the advisers also sent the grooms to call them over. Everything was ready, and all that was needed was

My east wind.

The two of us took a car together to go to the political court building.

On the carriage, Marcus grinned and asked with a smile: "I have brought all the people I can bring from the Postal Court. How should we conduct an audit next to find out those postmen who made false claims?"

"What else can be done, of course, is to check the household registration files kept by the political tribunal according to the names provided in the postman's personnel list."

As soon as I finished speaking, this cousin was not stupid. He immediately understood the meaning: "Wouldn't that be boring?"

"It is indeed very boring. When necessary, we have to ask the church to get a priest's blessing certificate for marriage and birth. If the cousin doesn't want to do it..." I didn't say the next words.

Marcus's face was unnaturally stiff: "This is different from what I thought. Isn't there a more chic way? Let people see me sweating like rain, and finally turning the world around in one fell swoop?"

"Well, cousin, what's going on in your head when dealing with state affairs?"

"Of course, in front of the lady I like, I received a problem that almost caused the empire to collapse. Then I showed a mysterious and mysterious smile, and the solution came out! I threw myself at my sweetheart who was as flustered as a deer.

With a reassuring look in her eyes, she calmly issued orders to her subordinates. Not long after, the problem was successfully solved! The happy lady hugged my neck, gave me the most passionate kiss, and nestled in my safe harbor.

, cast a look of admiration."

This cousin either reads too many novels or has too many daydreams.

"There is a way to do this." I said calmly.

"What, tell me! Cousin, please teach me. I will invite you to the Daphne River tonight!" The big fat man shook my shoulders, feeling very excited.

"dream."

"Ah? Ah!" Marcus retracted his arm, "How about we travel around the country in a carriage and go to various places to verify. This seems to be easier."

"What's the point of that kind of verification? Aren't you afraid that the people below will randomly pull in someone to pretend to be you? Once you leave, everything will return to the way it was before." I said.

Marcus' face changed again and again, and he gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll do it! Why not! I must become a majestic man like Caesar!"

It takes less time to get to the Political Court, a few streets away from Auguste Square, than to the United Front Work Department.

Walking into the main hall, two groups of people stood under the huge oil painting in the style of the fifteenth century. On one side were the civil affairs staff and on the other side were the so-called consultants. It was easy to identify. There were about forty or fifty people in the postal court.

And the two people who almost broke their chins through the ceiling, dressed like scholars, but looked at people with more arrogance than the senior officials of the United Front Work Department, they were the consultants.

When they saw the fat cousin walking over, they couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy on their faces, but they still pretended to remain calm, but the pace on their feet was a little faster than anyone else's.

"Duke Marcus, how did today's meeting go?"

"When other departments were unable to cut more than 10,000 solidus, the Postal Court not only provided a budget of more than 20,000 solidus, but also improved the efficiency of local departments. Such an achievement is certainly a big draw."

"Exactly, I said leave everything to us, and we will definitely make you the best Postmaster in history!"

"If you have time to brag here, it's better to save the time for doing something practical." Two people who knew nothing about Constantinople. The first postmaster was this fat cousin. Who should we compare him with?

Just as the two consultants were about to speak, they were stared at by Marcus with a fierce look: "Why are you still hanging around? It's your turn to show your talents!"
Chapter completed!