"As worthless as dog shit…"
In the private room, Han Porridge's expression froze.
At this moment, even with his "gentlemanly grace," he nearly couldn't suppress the sudden surge of anger in his chest.
Anyone would find it unacceptable for their diligently crafted policies, which took years to accumulate and months to compile, and which the Grandmaster of the current dynasty had praised as "Ten Strategies," to be disparaged so by a Martial Artist.
"Lord Zhao, may I ask why my strategies do not meet your approval?" Wang Anshi of Great Yu Kingdom said.
Zhao Douan, genuinely intrigued, surveyed his reaction and responded indifferently,
"You think my evaluation is too low? If you can't accept it, then don't come out seeking an appraisal."
Han Porridge took a deep breath to calm his emotions and seriously said,
"I was out of line, not that I can't take criticism, but really…"
"First," Zhao Douan didn't bother to hear his explanation and went straight to the point: