After testing him on his studies for a while, his master Li Yan nodded repeatedly, highly satisfied.
After some idle chatter and a few trivial exchanges between master and disciple, they finally got to the point.
Zhang Ming handed his master the case file for the mission assigned by Zhong Zhiwen, Silver Badge Constable Zhong.
"What does Master think?"
Some things did not need to be spelled out too clearly. Smart people understood.
Before Zhang Ming had even met Master Li Yan, a Town Martial Division mission case file had appeared in his hands. What did that imply?
How could Master Li Yan not understand?
Taking the case file, Li Yan casually flipped through it a few times. The matter behind it did not stir the slightest emotional fluctuation in him.
Instead, he looked curiously at Zhang Ming.
"What do you think?"
"Me?"
Zhang Ming shrugged, utterly unconcerned.
"I don't have any opinion. Whether they pay it or not has nothing to do with me."
To be honest, Zhang Ming would never have said something so lacking in patriotic sentiment in front of outsiders.
But before Master Li Yan, there was no need to hide his true thoughts.
What sense of belonging could a transmigrator possibly have toward the feudal Empire of Great Zhou?
"Ah, you're still the same as before. Do you dislike Great Zhou that much?"
"I never said I disliked Great Zhou. I just dislike it when effort and reward are wildly out of proportion."
"Besides, Master, that's slander. The Zhang Family has paid its taxes in full all these years."
That was not a lie, but the truth.
For every business Zhang Ming could put on the books, he paid the full tax amount without ever cutting corners.
As for those that could not be put