The roles I've played are all hidden bosses

Because he made an appointment with the heroine Bai Lian to give the list three days later, Yi Mang felt that the appearance in this scene had been achieved, so he didn't bother Bai Lian for three days.

It's just that he was a little surprised by the names Bai Lian had mentioned to him before.

The people who are named by the heroine must not be unknown people. Besides, judging from the golden finger of the heroine, most of these people are talents.

He thought it best not to get involved with these people.

But since it was recommended by Bai Lian, it must have been credited to the prince. These people will definitely be the prince's capable people. After all, he is just a tool man, so it is probably not a big problem.

Although he thought so, Yi Mang was paralyzed at home for three days, but it was inevitable that he would feel a little uncomfortable doing anything during these three days, and he always felt a sense of worry in his heart.

After all, you have to know that since they are talents, most of them are not fools, especially the officials these people are going to take over are all civil servants, and they are even high-risk people who make up their minds.

It inevitably made Yi Mang a little more worried.

But if he was asked to do something, he was worried that his extra movements would have a bad butterfly effect.

So in the end, I obediently went to Mingyue Tower to pick up the list given by Bailian, and then made arrangements.

Seeing that the people given by Bai Lian filled the six parts, I was still a little uneasy.

Don't blame him, the main reason is that the distribution is too even, and when he went to arrange this time, he suddenly found that among these people, he had met several of them at the poetry meeting when he was pretending to be Mr. An Zhi, and one of them Yunnan Qing happened to be Mr. Yun Qing.

Although Yunnan Qing met Mr. Anzhi, he met Yi Mang after all, and now he personally arranged for him to go to the officialdom, which inevitably made Yi Mang worry.

There is a feeling of seeing a foreshadowing.

He really didn't expect that this person would be the Prince's subordinate.

But thinking about it carefully, he felt that this person was smart, he must be a talent, and he would definitely fall under the prince's hands.

It was too careless before.

Thinking of this, Yi Mang suddenly realized that he remembered something.

By the way!He has a vest!

No one knows the identity of Mr. An Zhi. Even if something happened, it was all caused by Mr. An Zhi. What does it have to do with King An Le!

He can use Mr. Anzhi's vest to go out and have a look, to see if these people have discovered anything, or imagined something strange.

As long as Mr. Anzhi and King Anle are completely separated, he is not afraid at all. After he is confirmed, he can even use this identity to deal with some emergencies in the future, so that it will not affect King Anle's idiot design.

So after a long time, Yi Mang went to find out his white dress embroidered with bamboo, and those matching veils, hair bundles and so on.

He still remembered not to be discovered by the people in the palace, so he arranged things for them in advance.

I happened to talk about the need to buy food before, so I asked Xiao Heng to lead people to help Steward Wang solve this matter.

After all, it was about food. Xiao Heng looked as if he had received an extremely important task, extremely serious, and his eyes were filled with the determination of "I will definitely complete the task perfectly".

Seeing that the other party paid so much attention to him, Yi Mang breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, no one will notice him.

Then he waited for Steward Wang to take Xiao Heng and the others out, then he put on the attire, felt his own martial arts that existed and disappeared at the moment, and it existed at this moment, so he ran out of the palace smoothly .

Mr. Anzhi's identity is logically a scholar, and Yi Mang is going to find out about Yunnan Qing and others, who are also scholars.

The place where scholars often go is naturally the bookstore.

The biggest bookstore in Yue'an City is Yueshufang, which can be regarded as familiar, so Yi Mang went straight to Yueshufang.

Along the way, she would occasionally meet people who were dressed similarly to her, but because Yi Mang didn't like to look at people, she didn't pay much attention to this.All he could notice were gazes projected onto him, and the occasional whisper.

But Yi Mang is not surprised, after all, this outfit is really cool and stylish, and it's normal to attract people's attention.

So he didn't pay attention to these gazes at all, and naturally ignored one thing.

That is, the people who looked at him were almost all young men, who looked quite elegant, and most of them were scholars.

There is a faint admiration in their eyes, but most of them are reserved, and they dare not approach rashly.

Besides, since the birth of Mr. Anzhi, according to the image of Mr. Anzhi spread by those people in the Zhuzhai Poetry Association, Mr. Anzhi's white clothes with bamboo patterns and white gauze masks have become a trend for a period of time.

Even after Bai Lian used a light green veil, it was because she often saw men covering their faces with white veils, so she gave up the idea of ​​covering their faces with white veils and changed it to light green.

The scholars around also occasionally have white gauze covering their faces, but no matter how well dressed they are, the feeling of temperament is far worse.

So along the way, Yi Mang is still the most eye-catching. He seems to satisfy their fantasy of Mr. Anzhi.

But because he had never met Mr. Anzhi before, he couldn't be sure that Yi Mang was Mr. Anzhi, so he didn't dare to disturb Yi Mang.

If it is confirmed, in fact, most people probably would not dare to move forward. Facing the person they admire, they will always worry about whether they will be rude in front of the other party.

"This is really not much different from the Mr. An Zhi I imagined." A scholar murmured.

His companion also nodded.

Yi Mang walked all the way to Yueshufang, only to find that all the people coming and going in front of the bookfang are people.

When he entered the bookstore, he was even more surprised.

If I describe it a little bit, it would be the feeling of going to a certain bookstore in Yi Mang's original world, and then being surprised to find that there is an event in the bookstore today, and a well-known best-selling author is going to have a signing event today.

There are too many people in Yueshufang.

Much more than expected.

Reading is the most expensive thing. Logically speaking, there should not be many scholars. Even in Yue'an City, it is unlikely that there will be so many people appearing in the bookstore at the same time. It is crowded, like a supermarket during the discount period.

People kept asking: "Have you bought it, have you bought it?"

"There are not many copies left, you go quickly, and you can only buy one copy per person."

Seeing that he was about to be unable to buy it, one person complained: "Can't these people copy it themselves? Why do they have to buy it!"

"It's different, Mr. Yunqing personally described this."

Yi Mang never liked to join in the fun, but when he heard the name of an acquaintance, he was still a little curious, so he got closer.

Once he got close, he couldn't get out. He was pushed and squeezed by the crowd. Someone noticed him, and he didn't know if it was because of his temperament, but he slowly made way for him, and Yi Mang came to the front somehow.

The owner of the bookstore was really distributing books. He felt that there was someone in front of him, and he handed out a book without raising his head.

Yi Mang took it in a daze, and saw "Mr. Anzhi's Poetry Collection" written on the book.

Yi Mang:? ? ?

Is he dazzled?

The owner of the bookstore was a little unhappy, why didn't the person in front of him leave to let the next one come, so he frowned and looked up, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar outfit.

After all, he had met Yi Mang before, and Yi Mang had made a deep impression on him at that time, so he recognized him immediately.

With a little stammer: "An, Mr. An Zhi."

It was as if an effervescent tablet was dropped in a bottle of Coke, and the whole bookstore erupted in an instant.

......

The current situation is very strange.

Yi Mang looked at the pile of students sitting below, feeling a little dazed.

Just after he was arrested in Yueshufang, he brought here inexplicably, and then it began to spread outside that Mr. Anzhi was going to give a lecture, and soon the place was crowded with densely packed students.

Yi Mang was placed in the highest position, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

The parties now only feel regret.

But he really couldn't do it to make him turn his face and leave, so he sat quietly on the top without saying a word, and stared at the students below.

"Mr. Anzhi, what do you mean by this? Why didn't you say a word." Probably someone couldn't take it anymore, and whispered to the companion next to him.

The companions next to him had already closed their eyes.

I don't know why, because Mr. An Zhi kept silent, he slowly calmed down, and even closed his eyes involuntarily.

The whole body seems to have fallen into another state, the previous worries and pressures seem to have disappeared, and the brain feels relaxed and more active.

His companion suddenly spoke, which caught his attention, and he suddenly came out of that realm.

He felt an uncomfortable feeling of being interrupted, but he still explained what he felt.

"Mr. Anzhi is a man of great power and talent. Since there must be a reason for not speaking, I just closed my eyes following the sitting posture of Mr., and my heart fell into silence. I feel that my mind has become much clearer."

Hearing the companion's explanation, the person who asked the question before felt a little ashamed.

It was because he was too impatient.

How could Mr. Anzhi's power be the same as ordinary people like them.

The other party asked them to calm down and relax, so that they could better accept the lecture later.

So he imitated Mr. Anzhi's sitting posture and closed his eyes.

Because it was very quiet here, the conversation just now naturally reached the ears of other people, and they fell into meditation one by one.

Yi Mang: This kind of eerie silence made him uncomfortable.

Besides, you can't really just meditate with them here!

But what to ask him to say, he really can't say it.

Yi Mang thought about something and thought of something, so he said: "If you have any questions, you can ask me, prepare paper and ink for me, and I will write everything to you."

Suddenly someone approached with a pen and ink, Yi Mang saw that this was an acquaintance, wasn't this Yunnan Qing!

He was originally going to test them out, but now he wished he hadn't seen these individuals.

It was this guy who published some collection of poems for him, which attracted so many people.

But what Yi Mang didn't know was that, not only that, the reason why these students worshiped Mr. Anzhi who Yi Mang had only appeared once before was mostly thanks to his publicity.

Even all the people Bailian chose were brought up by Yunnan Qing. In the eyes of this group of people, Mr. Anzhi is now an idol, an object of worship and follow.

On the surface they were arranged by King An Le, but secretly the prince thought they were his people.

But in fact, they are all in order to follow their own ideals, to follow Mr. An Zhi to enter the Sixth Division, hoping to change this great Yong and bring well-being to the people.

Yunnan Qing put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Yi Mang, and went back down to wait.

"Mr. An Zhi, today's Da Yong's judging system dooms students who are knowledgeable but not well-trained to enter the officialdom. How do you think this should be solved?"

Yi Mang pretended to be joking, but he knew in his heart that what the other party wanted to know was the imperial examination system.

After scribbling, he passed the note over.

Afterwards, there are questions about poetry and songs, about people's livelihood, and even about what are called strange skills in this world.

It doesn't matter to Yi Mang, anyway, it doesn't matter whether he knows it or not, the brain supplement system can handle everything.

So it's easy to write and draw casually.

At the end, it was time for Yunnan Qing to ask: "Recently, the weather in Dayong has become more and more unpredictable, and the temperature is getting higher and higher. If it continues, there may be a drought. If so, how to solve it?"

After all, everyone knows the current situation in Dayong. If a drought occurs, the imperial court must not be counted on.

Most of the disaster relief methods of the imperial court are to allocate money for disaster relief, but if the corruption continues layer by layer, all of them will go into the pockets of those corrupt officials.

How on earth are we going to rescue the disaster and the people in this environment, and use all the money allocated in such an officialdom to the victims of the disaster.

Of course, this is just the worst plan, after all, it hasn't reached that point yet.

Although the weather is getting hotter and hotter, but it is summer now, and the weather is hot. As long as it doesn't continue to be hot like it is now, and it gets hotter, drought probably won't happen.

But this is just a lecture, and it doesn't hurt to ask such questions.

An idea suddenly popped up in Yi Mang's mind - artificial rainfall.

But then I was amused, after all, this is ancient times, how could such a thing be successful.

It doesn't matter, anyway, the brain supplement system will probably only give some solutions that the ancients could do.

So he swiped his pen and wrote casually.

Afterwards, the note was passed to Yun Qing's hands. He looked at the detailed measures and means on it, as well as the four big characters on the top, and froze on the spot.

Those four words happened to be——

Artificial rainfall.

So the next questions began to be specific, such as how to get the last salt powder, how to make something that can fly above the clouds, and so on.

Yi Mang was completely unaware that all of these were related to artificial rainfall.

Because the people who asked him happened to be some of the people he arranged for the Ministry of Industry. Isn't it normal for people to want to make something and create some inventions.

Besides, these are the prince's people.

He can be regarded as helping the prince here.

Yi Mang couldn't help feeling a little emotional, he is really a good person.

Anyway, just write casually, and he doesn't need to use his brain, it will be solved soon.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yi Mang opened his mouth and prepared to slip away.

After he leaves.

Yunnan Qing and others found a hotel alone and opened a private room.

"Mr. Anzhi is really a god-man."

"I thought the solution to the drought, what he would say to let the court allocate funds and how to prevent corruption, now it seems that we are narrow-minded."

"It's just that the method of artificial rainfall is probably not simple. It won't be done in a while, and it will take many experiments. There is no guarantee that it can be completed to solve the drought. We'd better make more preparations."

"But if we really do it, maybe we can really change Dayong and realize many of Mr. Anzhi's political ideas."

"Let's encourage each other."