"Tsk tsk."
Master Ji watched the backs of the two people hurriedly leaving, clicking his tongue twice lightly.
"Why do they get angry so easily? I haven’t even said much, yet they’re already storming off in a huff?"
It seems he overestimated these people. They look so high and mighty, but it turns out they’re not much. Just a few words can make them lose their temper.
"Indeed, they’re used to arrogance and power, and when they et an opponent, they feel offended, wanting nothing more than to eat alive. Unfortunately, they can’t swallow !"
The secret guard who just entered: "!"
If not for their two masters, this Master Ji would probably have been torn to pieces by those two by now, right?
Of course, if Master Ji didn’t have food supplies in his hands, he wouldn’t have any dealings with those people, might not even know them, and wouldn’t have any worries about his life.
...
In a residence with five courtyards in Guangye City, in the east wing room.
A man in his fifties, wearing an official’s robe, was sitting on the bed counting the silver certificates in a small box in front of him, counting with a face full of smiles, his eyes gleaming.
"Made a killing this ti, indeed, only when a drought cos can money pour in!"
As he counted, he sighed, not having made such a fortune in years. As long as he moved his lips a bit, letting so transporters into or out of the city, he would have a large pile of silver certificates stuffed into his hands.
"That pedantic Sheng Qingyu really has no fate for enjoying fortune. There’s money to be made, yet he still thinks about how to benefit the people. I’ve never seen anyone as foolish as him!"
What a great earning opportunity, just wasted by Sheng Qingyu. If not for soone backing him, even earning this little might have been punished by Sheng Qingyu.
He really doesn’t know how to appreciate favors, deserves to eat corn mush every day!
"The less he earns, the better, more benefits for ! Haha!!"
His laughter was unrestrained as he counted the silver certificates once more for more cheer in his heart.
Beside him, Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue, who had been there for quite a while, couldn’t stand watching such an arrogant person, An Jiuyue patting her chin with one hand, side-eyeing the person next to her.
"Jiyun, how many silver certificates did he just say?" she asked.
"Fifteen thousand taels,"
Qian Jiyun replied. The drought in Guangye City isn’t that severe, nor has it been a few months, yet this Mr. Shen is able to gather fifteen thousand taels of silver in such a short ti.
What about when the drought gets worse? Wouldn’t the silver certificates multiply and multiply?
"Tsk tsk, what a ’good’ official!" An Jiuyue clicked her tongue twice lightly.
No matter how wise and unparalleled the rulers are, there will always be such national parasites like the one before us, making people’s teeth itch with hatred, but with nothing to be done about it.
Who let soone back him up?
I just wonder who’s backing this Mr. Shen, allowing him to single-handedly rule Guangye City, outshining the governor.
"Who? Who’s talking?"
Mr. Shen heard a voice. His first reaction was to cover the small box containing silver certificates, then hugged it to his chest.
He looked around his room, the door tightly closed, not like anyone was there.
"Who’s talking outside? Didn’t I tell you to stay away? Get away from right now. If I hear another sound, I’ll chop off each of your heads!"
Thinking it was the servants passing by outside, he angrily shouted at the tightly closed door.
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