Han Chuan couldn't help but take a look at Zuo Fu.

"Come with us?"

Zuo Fu clasped his fists and sat down next to him.

"Zuo Fu, director of the Intelligence Department of the Linqing Rear Camp. I will have to deal with Han Qianhu less in the future, so please take good care of me."

Han Chuan understood the meaning of "intelligence" as soon as he heard it. After tasting it carefully, he found that it was more appropriate and couldn't help but look at Zuo Mengeng more highly.

Han Chuan was a member of the Imperial Guard and was a thorn in Luo Yangxing's side, so naturally Zuo Menggeng couldn't stay for long.

He signaled Zuo Fu to hand over two thousand taels of silver to Han Chuan and said: "You need money a lot here, so don't be stingy. If you are short of expenses, just ask him."

Han Chuan had already realized it, accepted it calmly, and waited for the follow-up.

Zuo Mengeng added: "If you sort out the information on a daily basis and pay more attention to Liaodong, you may gain something. If this matter is handled well, your official career will be prosperous."

For Zuo Menggeng, the higher Han Chuan's official position in Jinyiwei, the better.

Han Chuan was silent for a moment and asked, "Will something big happen to Donglu?"

Zuo Mengeng took the map out of his sleeve and pointed out the location of Donglu, and then pointed at Xifengkou and Da'ankou.

Of course, no one in Jinyiwei has any military qualities.

Han Chuan understood immediately and almost knocked over the table in shock.

"This is a major matter and should be reported immediately."

Zuo Mengeng comforted him.

"It hasn't happened yet. Even if I say it, who will believe it? You can combine the intelligence and write a prediction in advance and give it to Governor Luo."
Chapter completed!