According to Zhou Xu's current analysis, anyone with a loyalty rating below seventy was basically liable to rebel at the drop of a hat.
Still, that did fit Li Bowen's current performance. The moment Xianyang City fell and news of Yan Sheng's death came through, he had immediately rushed over to curry favor. That alone was enough to show what kind of person he was. He could never be called a truly loyal minister.
Fortunately, Zhou Xu had already come to terms with it.
The human heart was complicated. Developing a nation required far too many people, and it was impossible to expect every one of them to be utterly loyal.
As the supreme ruler, his job was to put the right people in the right positions and have them provide value to Great Zhou.
Loyal people had positions suited to loyal people, while those who had ability but lacked loyalty naturally had positions suited to them as well.
Take Li Bowen, for example. There was no point talking to people like him about loyalty and sentiment. He should simply be treated as a wage earner: you paid him, and he worked.
As long as he kept doing his job well and kept you satisfied, you could continue spending money to employ him. The day he failed to do his job, you could simply make him roll up his bedding and get lost.
Just as Zhou Xu was thinking this, Li Bowen had no idea that, in the blink of an eye, his entire background had already been laid bare. The moment he arrived, he lowered his stance as much as possible, knelt respectfully, and performed a grand bow toward Zhou Xu.
"Your humble servant, Li Bowen, pays his respects to the Great King! Long live the Great King! Long