Facing the young man's shoving, Zhang Chen didn't get angry. He just took out an ingot of silver from his sleeve. "Is there really no way?"
The young man's pushing stopped, and his gaze fell onto the silver.
Zhang Chen stuffed the silver into the young man's hand. The servant clenched the silver and said with a bitter smile, "There really isn't. There's only one way to enroll, and that's by relying on a letter of recommendation. If you can't find anyone to write one for you, you simply can't enter the academy."
Zhang Chen scratched his head. Seeing this, he didn't keep pestering and instead turned around and walked down the mountain.
"There might be a way!" Watching Zhang Chen's back as he headed down the mountain, the servant suddenly called out.
