Hou Yingyi walked in with a solemn expression on his face: "The memorial has been sent."
Lin Jing hummed softly, stood up, and said, "You have been paying attention to it. If there is any trouble, please tell me immediately."
Hou Yingyi wanted to say more, then looked back at Lin Jing's calm expression.
Lin Jing packed his bags, walked out and returned home from get off work.
Xiu Min Building.
In recent days, Ji Junyuan has been playing very uncomfortable. There are five or six young girls surrounding him. In front of him is a group of girls wearing thin shirts, dancing lightly and constantly rotating around the beam.
"Okay! There are rewards, there are rewards! Ji Junyuan hugged the girl, blushed and smiled.
The girls were naturally shy and grateful, then walked around and talked softly, very sweetly and charmingly.
At this time, a servant ran in, squeezed into Ji Junyuan's ear, and whispered a few words.
Ji Junyuan was still dissatisfied, but suddenly looked surprised and said: "Who are you talking about? Wei Hongming? Is there a relationship between Wei Hongming and Lin Jing? Is there Wei Hongming behind Lin Jing?"
Lin Jing returned to Lin Mansion, saw Lu Liu, chatted with Father Lin, and then closed the door.
You can read and practice calligraphy quietly. Lin Jing is sitting at his desk, holding a pen, and practicing calligraphy calmly.
I don't know how long it took, but there was a knock on the door outside, accompanied by Lu Liu's voice: "Second Young Master, Mr. Wei is here."
Then, Wei Hongming's impatient voice came and said, "Open the door and I'll bring you something."
Lin Jing took a deep breath, put down his pen, walked over and opened the door.
Wei Hongming rushed in without hesitation, holding a big bag in his hand, and said: "I have brought you everything you want, study it quickly to see if it helps. You don't know, that
The big boy just gave ninety thousand taels of silver to Nine Thousand Years Old. If I don't win him, I won't live a good life..."
Lin Jing already knew the nature of Wei Hongming and knew that he intended to help, so he took the bag in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay, I will study it. You can go back. If you have any news, I will send you a message tomorrow."
contact you."
Wei Hongming didn't seem to hear him, so he went directly to Lin Jing's study. He sat on a chair and looked at the calligraphy that Lin Jing had just practiced. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "You are still so scary, hahaha..."
Lin Jing came over, stretched his arms to the side, and said, "I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to joke with you."
Naturally Wei Hongming would not leave. He grabbed the chair and sat opposite Lin Jing. He turned to Lu Liu and said: "Let me cook a bowl of noodles. I have been hungry all day. For your young master, my son, this is also
A struggle.”
Lin Jing had already sat down and was taking out the thick stack of paper. He raised his eyes and looked at him, and then said, "How about investigating the person behind it?"
Wei Hongming watched Lu Liu go out, then turned around and said, "I didn't find it, it should be from the Metropolitan Prosecutor's Office. The method is great!"
Lin Jing took out the document and said: "Do you still think this event is suitable for you?"
Wei Hongming smiled and said: "Otherwise? Just relying on you, you need such careful design, even if I can't find the trace?"
Lin Jing ignored him and looked down at the documents.
These are all about Zhang Da, his entry into the palace, the people who were with him, where he was transferred, the things he did, especially the ones woven the most by Admiral Su Xun, but also the connections, the family wealth,
Relatives, dispatchers and so on.
Lin Jing read it carefully, combed through the contents, and looked for useful things.
Wei Hongming took the noodles from Lu Liu's hand, put them on the other side of Lin Jing, and sucked them.
Lin Jing looked up at him angrily, then continued to lower his head.
Wei Hongming ate loudly without noticing it.
Lin Jing exhaled angrily, ignored him, and read page after page.
What Jin Yiwei discovered was relatively secret, but not fatal. These were nothing more than trappings, corruption and distortion of the law. Even if they were murder and arson, they couldn't be treated with Zhang Da on the bright side - black and white doesn't matter,
Maximum power!
There aren't many files. Lin Jing looked at it over and over again, but still couldn't find anything useful.
Wei Hongming fell asleep several times and suddenly woke up when he heard the sound of a rooster. He looked at Lin Jing holding a teacup and looking at paperwork. He looked tired and thoughtful. He rubbed his face and said, "Look, you're here."
What?"
Lin Jing looked up at him, shook his head slightly, and said, "It's useless. With your grandfather as your backing, these things will not disappoint him."
Wei Hongming also looked frustrated and said: "This big boy is too good at making money. He will give it away every three months. I can't compare. If you can come up with a hundred thousand taels, I will kill him now. Old
thing!"
Lin Jing ignored his angry words and thought: "You must continue the investigation. I will also find a way. This situation must be closed as soon as possible, and the person behind the scenes must be found."
Wei Hongming worked hard for this naturally, his expression was shocked: "Okay, be careful. Zhang Da old boy is unreal. The method is dark. I asked the Jinyiwei team to keep an eye on Lin Ji. You are in Metropolis
The prosecutor's office should also be careful."
Lin Jing hummed, then looked at Wei Hongming, and closed his mouth when he was about to speak.
Wei Hongming was startled and said, "What do you want to say?"
Lin Jing stood up, supported it, and said: "It's nothing, please be careful."
Lin Jing has always had a bold idea in his mind. This idea cannot be told to Wei Hongming.
Wei Hongming looked at Lin Jing and left suspiciously.
Lin Jing would wash his face, just eat something, and then go to work at the Metropolitan Prosecutor's Office as usual.
Lin Qingzheng and Uncle Gui didn't know when they stood under the eaves of the gallery, watching Lin Jing leave.
Uncle Gui looked at Lin Jing's back and said anxiously: "Master, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the second young master."
Lin Qingzheng put his hands on the ground, watched Lin Jing come out, and then said: "There is nothing to be sad about. The important thing is to let go. Jing'an is very cautious and knows how to do it."
Uncle Gui turned to look at Lin Qingzheng and said, "This is common sense. I'm worried that the second master won't play cards according to common sense."
When he said Lin Qingzheng, he suddenly felt bad and said, "What do you think Jing'an will do?"
Uncle Gui shook his head and said, "I can't guess."
Lin Qingzheng couldn't guess. He clasped his hands on his back, looked up at the sky, and said, "Wait a minute, next year I will have the opportunity to bring Jing'an back to my hometown."
Coming home was to get away from the muddy waters of Kyoto.
Uncle Gui also nodded. Lin Qingzheng had to resign after more than 20 years of ups and downs at sea. Lin Jing is a fledgling, how to deal with the complicated officialdom?