Capture You-Just to Surrender!

Zhang Miao's tone was exceptionally firm, allowing Wang Xuan to instantly understand what he was thinking.

Fame and profit!

That was a microcosm of this era.

Fame came before profit.

For the sake of fame, people of this era cared nothing for profit, and likewise cared nothing for their lives.

This was not later generations, where for the sake of profit, reputation, loyalty, and trust were all worthless things that could be completely sacrificed.

In the final years of the Eastern Han Dynasty, once you lost people's trust, whether you were an individual or a nation, you would be in serious trouble.

At this moment, for the sake of his reputation, there was truly nothing Zhang Miao would not abandon.

He was a member of the Zhang family, and carried the title of one of the Eight Chefs. If even a group of bandits surrendered and wagged their tails in supplication, that was absolutely impossible for him. Even if he had to die, he could not bring disgrace upon himself or his clan. This was what a true scion of an aristocratic family was like. No matter what they had done, and no matter whether you liked them, when it came to matters of right and wrong, these people had never disgraced themselves.

Take Yuan Shao as an example. Even after suffering a crushing defeat at the Battle of Guandu, even after the Yuan family fell apart, and even after he was ultimately short on troops, the armies stationed along the borders of Youzhou and Bingzhou to guard against the steppe tribes were never recalled. From beginning to end, he had never considered borrowing the steppe tribes' strength to compete with Cao Cao again.

Looking at Zhang Miao before him, Wang Xuan suddenly smiled. Even this man he had never