Lan Tian had no idea what Zhang Zhao was driving at. What he had done in Jiao Province had basically been digging at the foundations of the great clans, yet this French strategist had actually taken the initiative to bring it up.
"After all, I've only just arrived. Whether to copy Jiao Province's old model wholesale requires careful consideration from every angle before a decision can be made. The circumstances of the two provinces differ greatly. For now, I imagine stable governance should take priority. Mr. Zibu may rest assured." Lan Tian gave an ambiguous reply.
Zhang Zhao stroked his beard and froze slightly. Then he lowered his head and said softly, "Jiao Province was once barren and exhausted, yet after the Prefect managed it for several years, it became so prosperous. The policies you established must surely be methods to enrich the state and strengthen its people. Jiangdong is now at a time when all that has been ruined awaits revival. There would be no harm in copying them wholesale. The people of Yang Province would certainly applaud with joy, and this old minister would give you his full support."
"Ah, very well. I'll consider it carefully." Lan Tian was greatly surprised after hearing this. Zhang Zhao was an old-established member of the great clans, yet he could say something like that? What exactly was his purpose? Lan Tian still responded vaguely. Such an answer neither offended anyone nor left himself without room to maneuver; it was frequently used in official circles.
Seeing that Lan Tian had not given a definite answer, Zhang Zhao was not disappointed. Instead, he asked about Lan Tian's personal affairs. "The Prefect has come to Yang Province to serve as Provincial Governor, and you likely will not be transferred elsewhere anytime soon. Do you