As soon as the whip went down, Meng Weimin didn't feel the pain yet, but he was already watching blankly as Qian Desheng, who was originally gentle in temperament, turned cold.

My mind suddenly went blank.

It wasn't until he saw his familiar smile return and the pain in his waist getting more intense that he came back to his senses.

He asked loudly and angrily, "You dare to hit me?"

"Pah!" The whip was whipped on the waist again, and Qian Desheng said coldly: "Be gentle and elegant, don't speak loudly."

"You!" Meng Weimin dared not say anything in anger, but stared at Qian Desheng.

After getting along with each other for a long time, Qian Desheng has always been a servant. Unexpectedly, he would dare to hit himself outside the school grounds!

"Crack!"

Wu Sheng also silently took out a small whip and whipped him fiercely.

"Don't stare, pay attention to your expression."

"What the hell is going on with you! Do you dare to hit me when Mr. Fang is not around? Oh!"

Bang bang, Wu Sheng and Qian Desheng took action at the same time, hitting Meng Weimin's waist with two whips respectively.

Qian Desheng said coldly: "This is all Mr. Fang's arrangement. Do you dare to refuse to accept it?"

Meng Weimin, who was filled with anger and courage, immediately stopped and hurriedly adjusted his expression.

He was already furious, but a smile appeared on his face again: "Dare I ask... is this really what Mr. Fang asked for?"

"That's natural. Now that I have gone out to do business, I don't have to be in the school grounds. Mr. Fang also said that the training is a bit strict. Please forgive me. When you see the gift he gave you in the evening, you won't be resentful in your heart."

Since it was arranged by Mr. Fang, there is nothing to say.

It seems that the comfortable days before are gone forever.

Fortunately, there are gifts to compensate for the injured soul.

Meng Weimin sighed softly, bowed and said, "Thank you both for your advice."

Qian and Wu looked at each other, with smiles in their eyes and nodded at the same time.

"We have arranged a separate public room for you in the Qianhu Institute. This is a special treatment given to you by Mr. Fang. What you have to do today is to practice calligraphy. You have to practice calligraphy to the level of everyone within ten days!" Wu Sheng said.

"What!" "Pah!"

"How can I become a master of calligraphy in just ten days?" Meng Weimin stroked his waist and almost shed tears.

Wu Sheng continued: "It's very simple. Just practice writing your name. The three words shouldn't be difficult. You can make up the rest later."

"We are still in the testing period. You must not slack off, otherwise Mr. Fang will find someone new. You are not the only choice."

Meng Weimin swallowed, nodded and said: "Then do everything according to Mr. Fang's instructions, I will do my best!"

...

On the first day on duty, Meng Weimin regretted it.

I got beaten no less than ten times in one day!

If you say something wrong, you will be beaten. If you drink water loudly, you will be beaten. If you eat poorly, you will be beaten.

The most outrageous thing was that I couldn’t hold back and even farted and got beaten!

Reasoning with them, trying to prove that even gentlemen fart, got another whipping!

At the end of the day, except for writing or being beaten, everyone else had gone out for business, but he was the only one suffering in the independent public house.

Fortunately... I still managed to survive the first day.

The unknown generous gift from Fang Zhengyi has been motivating him to grit his teeth and persevere.

When it was time to go on duty, Meng Weimin and three others walked out of the Qianhu Residence. They saw three horses tied outside the Qianhu Residence, one of which was a snow-white horse.

This horse's chest is wide and its hips are level, and its eyes are bright! It is comparable to the best among horses, and it instantly caught Meng Weimin's attention.

Qian Desheng walked slowly to the horse and said with a smile: "You have been tired today. This is the first gift Mr. Fang gives you, a horse!"

For me? The first gift is so precious!

Meng Weimin suppressed his excitement and walked up to the horse and gently stroked the horse's neck. His face was calm and he did not dare to show any excitement.

"Crack!"

"Why hit me again!" "Pah!"

Qian Desheng sneered: "You don't even smile when Mr. Fang gives you a gift. Who are you showing your face to? It's so rude and unbecoming of a gentleman!"

"...."

Meng Weimin forced out a smile with difficulty, but soon the difficulty became sincere.

I definitely couldn't afford such a BMW before I joined Jinyiwei!

Thinking of this, Meng Weimin got on his horse and exclaimed: "What a horse!"

"As long as you like it, we have a second gift. Let us go." After Wu Sheng finished speaking, he got on his horse and led the way.

"I wonder what the second gift is?" Meng Weimin asked curiously.

"Don't ask too much, you will know when we get there."

Along the way, the three of them rode horses forward slowly, and as expected, Meng Weimin received two more whips.

The reason is that I saw the older girls on the street...which is not in line with the way of a gentleman.

Although I was beaten, I still had gifts to cheer me up.

The two of them talked a lot, and Meng Weimin had already vaguely guessed what it was.

Now that my wife and children are gone, and I can’t go back home, what else can I do?

Of course it’s a new home! The horse is a BMW, and the house must be a mansion!

With carved beams and painted buildings and numerous servants, countless beautiful images circulated repeatedly in Meng Weimin's mind.

However...the beautiful picture did not last long.

The three of them continued walking. After walking for a long time, the surrounding buildings became increasingly dilapidated and the population became sparse.

Seeing that he had entered the slums, Meng Weimin finally couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"

"We're here." Qian Desheng and the others suddenly reined in their horses and stopped in front of a thatched house.

There are also big red flowers hanging on the thatched house.

Meng Weimin stared straight at the dilapidated hut, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Qian Desheng pointed to the dilapidated hut and said, "This is the second gift Mr. Fang gave you, the house! Do you like it?"

Thatched hut? Horse and thatched hut, do they match?

"Happy...happy." Meng Weimin said in despair.

Seeing him like this, Qian Desheng smiled and explained: "Are you very disappointed, but don't worry."

"Master Fang is a well-known honest official. How can he spend a lot of money to buy you a mansion? Even if you can barely afford it, are you still considered a gentleman if you accept it? When you climb higher in the future, you will get a better one."

Meng Weimin nodded, feeling a lot relieved.

A thatched house should be a thatched house. It will save you from being accused of corruption and bribery in the future, leaving behind evidence.

"But don't be discouraged too early, there is a third gift, brothers, please come out!" Qian Desheng added.

The third thing?! Meng Weimin’s eyes once again arouse hope!

However, the hope in his eyes quickly turned into panic this time, as a dozen burly men suddenly appeared in the thatched house!

The leader is none other than the usual instructor Zhou Tie!

When Zhou Tie saw the people arriving, he laughed loudly and walked up to Meng Weimin with striding steps.

"It's coming! It's coming! I've been waiting for you for a long time. The bride is already impatient. Come in quickly!"

"New...bride?" Meng Weimin looked confused.

"Master Fang helped you choose a beautiful girl. Just after one of them got divorced, she got a new one. You can just enjoy it secretly. Come with me!"

After that, Zhou Tie pulled Meng Weimin down and pulled him into the hut.

The interior of the thatched hut was already a bright red, as if it were decorated as a wedding room.

In front of the altar table, a fat woman wearing a red hijab stood shivering.

There are four spiritual altars on the altar table, filled with items such as candles and fruits.

Meng Weimin's eyes quickly scanned the woman's body, and he felt a little at ease.

The spiritual position must have been deliberately set up for the purpose of false identity.

This girl is not thin... The family conditions are not bad! It's just that she was a little too hasty. I don't know who is a yellow flower girl.

Zhou Tie said loudly: "Ruyun! This is the husband specially chosen by the master for you. I guarantee your satisfaction. I ask you again, are you willing to marry him?"

Under the red hijab, Ruyun smiled shyly: "I am willing."

"Then Meng Weimin, are you willing to marry her?"

"I...I...will." Meng Weimin kept taking deep breaths, his eyes wandering around Ruyun's body, trying to see through the hijab with his eyes to see his true appearance.

Zhou Tie clapped his hands suddenly: "Okay! Send him to the bridal chamber!"

"What!"
Chapter completed!