"The bureaucracy is not the martial world. In the bureaucracy, there is no carefree freedom!"
Yang Zhengshan had no choice but to give Wu Chongzhe a reminder.
Wu Chongzhe paused, then laughed despite himself. He was not stupid—how could he fail to understand what Yang Zhengshan meant?
"This subordinate was taking things for granted!"
He rose to his feet, cupped his fists, and bowed deeply.
"In the future, I must ask my lord to look after me!"
Yang Zhengshan smiled and nodded. "Your Wu family does have foundations. At the very least, they are far deeper than my Yang Family's!"
"But do you know how many official posts my Yang Family has now?"
"How many?" Wu Chongzhe's interest was piqued.
"Aside from me, there is one Thousand-Man Commander, two Vice Thousand-Man Commanders, over ten Battalion Commanders! And over ten Trial Battalion Commanders and Squad Leaders!"
Yang Zhengshan continued in an even voice, "And three years ago, the Yang Family—the Anning Yang Clan—did not have a single official rank among us!"
"Since you are going to enter office and become an official, then you must integrate into the bureaucracy thoroughly."
This was Yang Zhengshan's stance, and also the guidance he was giving Wu Chongzhe.
The Yang Clan could have today because, first, Yang Zhengshan possessed Spirit Spring Water, allowing a large number of Yang Family Disciples to become martial artists and giving them the foundation to become officials. Second, because Yang Zhengshan was willing to bring them into the army, and was also willing to support their free development.
One good man needed three helpers.
Yang Zhengshan had never felt that he alone could carve out a great undertaking. If he wanted to climb higher, then behind him there had to be countless people becoming his support.
The Yang Family Disciples