What should you do when you run into a tough nut who won't crack?
No problem. Shen Tang had a plan B.
"Liao Shao Mei's been pretty busy these past two years..." Qin Li flipped through the scrolls and blueprints, the stack nearly as tall as a person. Every one he opened showed a design for a warship. As a layman, he could only appreciate the spectacle, but the complex structures alone told him they were no simple matter.
He wondered how long it had taken Liao Jia to gather all these secrets.
Shen Tang smiled. "Shao Mei's complained to me about it plenty. His workload on business trips is even heavier than it was at the Ministry of Personnel. Every day, he's either rushing around or on his way to rush around, and he wants me to give him a bigger raise."
He had taken on the weighty task of sowing discord among all the powers of the Southwest Continent. Of course it wore him out. Sowing discord was no easy job; he also had to figure out the family trees of every clan, lest he make a mistake and end up losing more than he gained.
It wore him out physically, and it wore him out mentally.
And yet his ruler had a habit of piling on last-minute assignments, always shearing the same sheep. There were plenty of downsides, but since business trips meant he didn't have to scheme against his colleagues and the travel allowance was decent, he put up with it.
Qin Li joked along with her.
"Shao Mei's a great hero. His salary deserves a raise."
Naturally, specialized work had to go to specialists. Qin Li knew nothing about the art of creation, so all the blueprints and scrolls went to the Mohist craftsmen at