Duke Da'an knew that Tsepeshi was blackmailing, but in order to avoid the collapse of the hard-working personality, he could only pay with a wry smile.

He promised that the fine of a thousand gold coins, within two days, would definitely be delivered to Tsepes.

However, it can't end there, just listen to Tsepes:

"Cousin, let's talk about the salary cut again.

Wait a while, there will be a dinner party and a ball, and I want you to announce in front of everyone that you will receive only one annuity per year. ”

The wry smile on Duke Da'an's face finally couldn't be maintained anymore, and he said with some indignation:

"Halving the salary is already the limit, Lord Grand Duke, please consider my feelings!"

"Cousin, it's for your own good.

If you only cut your salary by half, other subordinate officials will definitely scold you behind your back.

However, if you reduce your annual salary to a gold coin, you will definitely receive an endless stream of praise.

I am sure that all those who hear about this will praise you as the most outstanding Prime Minister in the history of Wallachia. ”

Tsepes was not annoyed, but gave a reason to Duke Da'an.

If you cut your salary by half, you can't show your nobility, but if you drop it to a gold coin, it's different.

Duke Da'an worked hard to manage the image in the eyes of others, and it is impossible for him not to understand the truth.

"How about cousin, my suggestion is very good."

Seeing Duke Da'an, with a suddenly enlightened expression, Tsepes added very comfortably.

"Your Excellency the Grand Duke, this is indeed a very good idea, but if you lose your annuity, I am afraid that your life will be ......"

A duke, from his own domain, can harvest at least 4,000 gold coins per year.

In addition to all kinds of expenses, Duke Da'an can have a surplus of more than 2,000 gold coins every year, so he said that he was short of money, which was completely pretentious.

Tsepes did not know about the financial situation of the Duke of Daan.

But judging from the fact that he is willing to pay a thousand gold coins as a hush money easily, this guy will definitely not be short of money.

For a person who pretends to be poor, Tsepes doesn't mind making him really poor.

"It's really a problem, but right now, I have a business that can make money, I don't know if you're interested, cousin."

Tsepes made a look of thinking about Duke Da'an, and decided to pit this guy again.

However, people will grow, and with Duke Da'an's life experience, it is not easy to pit him again.

This little devil will only pit my money, how can he make money with me.

I am sure that if I answer that I am interested, I will definitely end up in the pit.

Duke Da'an made a correct judgment in his heart, and then said righteously:

"As the Prime Minister of Wallachia, I really shouldn't care too much about personal interests.

Rest assured, Lord Duke, I will announce the pay cut to everyone at the ball.

In addition, I will also ask them to take a pay cut with me. ”

Looking Duke Da'an up and down, Tsepes said bluntly:

"Yes, very good, cousin, you have learned smartly this time."

Tsepesh's simple words, listening to the Duke of Da'an, broke out in a cold sweat, and couldn't help but have a feeling of the rest of his life.

However, that's not all, just listen to Cepesz continue:

"Brother Da'an, I just came back not long ago, and I don't know you as well.

I want to ask you if there is anyone else who is stupid and has a lot of money, and can use it for me to pit me. ”

As for being defined as a foolish person with a lot of money, Duke Da'an didn't mind at all.

In his mind, an extremely familiar name came to him, Lloyd Dyer.

Lloyd Dyer, a Polish duke, was also his father-in-law.

If you want to find someone to make Tsepes pit, his father-in-law is definitely the first choice.

"Lord Grand Duke, I know of a person who meets your requirements.

My father-in-law, Duke Lloyd Dyer, was a well-known wealthy man in Poland who held a great deal of wealth.

For the sake of Wallachia, I am willing to cooperate with you and make my father-in-law suffer a little. ”

If you want to pit people and immediately think of your father-in-law, there must be an unknown story in it.

With such an unusual request, Tepes did not immediately respond.

He was a little suspicious that this was a trap laid by Duke Da'an.

In order to avoid it, stealing chickens will not be a counter-erosion of a handful of rice, and Cepes feels that it is better to delay the matter of cheating people.

He changed the subject and said:

"Brother Da'an, you go and prepare for the ball, the salary cut, if you forget to say it again, I will definitely be very angry."

"I'm sure I won't forget, my father-in-law's ......"

Duke Da'an had a lot of grudges against his father-in-law, but the more he did this, the more Tsepes felt that he should be careful.

"Let's talk about this later, it's an eventful time now, and I don't plan to make an enemy of a Polish duke yet."

Tsepes's tone was very clear, which made Duke Da'an have to dispel his thoughts.

Told again, don't forget to offer a pay cut, Tsepeš stepped on the wooden door that fell to the ground and left the prime minister's office.

Duke Da'an looked at Tsepes's back, shook his head helplessly, and then left the office to get busy with the ball.

The ball hall, 30 meters long and 24 meters wide, has a cream-white marble floor, bright enough to illuminate the shadows of people.

At the front of the hall, there is a row of red-carpeted steps, with the main stage above and the dance floor below.

At this moment, on both sides of the dance floor, there are two rows of long tables covered with white tablecloths.

The waiters were busy, placing all kinds of food and drinks on it.

After a while, the meal was arranged, and five well-dressed musicians entered the hall and walked onto the main stage.

The instruments they needed were already in the corner of the stage, and that was where they were.

Soothing music lingers in the spacious hall, and guests dressed in sumptuous costumes, either alone or with their female companions, enter the ball hall.

They greeted each other cordially, as if they didn't remember at all that a few days ago, they were fighting together like hooligans.

Perhaps, this is the so-called aristocratic etiquette, greeting each other's whole family in their hearts, and having a ceremonial smile on their faces.

The ball hall was crowded with more and more people, and a waiter, motioning to the musicians, stopped the music in the hall abruptly.

The nobles knew what this meant, and they stopped talking to each other, looked at the entrance of the hall, and unanimously moved out of the way.

Cepes, holding a beautiful lady in his hand, walked with the most standard aristocratic stride, because the crotch was too tight.

Everyone in the ballroom bowed down and stood up until Cepes and his dance partners had walked past them.

Walking to the front of the steps, Cepes stopped, took the arm of the beautiful noblewoman, raised it slightly, and made a gesture of lifting.

The lady held his arm, looked straight ahead, and walked directly to the main stage without looking at the stairs under her feet.

Then Tsepes walked up with a smile, and the two of them turned almost simultaneously to look at the people below.

The only woman who could stand on the main stage with Cepes was his mother, Madame Maria.