บท 1268: Forget It

"We can't let him off so easily!" Zhao Ye exclaimed. "Dad, that's too much. 3,500,000 liang is not a small amount, and we need time to deal with it, right? How can we ask for so much all at once?"

Zhao Mu's heart skipped a beat. His Second Son was right. This way, they could carefully strategize and delay as much as possible. Handling this matter slowly would be more prudent in the long run. They could stretch it out over eight or ten years, and it would yield better results.

However, when he thought of Madame Shao, who was always soft-spoken and wore a perpetual smile, Zhao Mu couldn't help but feel uncertain. This woman was an enigma.

Zhao Ye suggested, "Dad, what if I consult with our strategist about this?"

Zhao Mu agreed, "That's a good idea. Go ahead."

"Okay, wait for my good news!"