The old man in black robe slowly turned around, and it turned out that he was a figure of immortal spirit. He was holding two Emei thorns in his hands, and said with great energy: "Hurry up and put down the banknotes, and each of you will injure one arm. I can let you live."
, otherwise, today will be your anniversary next year. My iron palm floating on water is by no means a wolf's false reputation."
With such a big reputation, I’m afraid he’s not a top figure in the martial arts world who can show off to a brothel. Liu Ziguang was about to make a few sarcastic remarks. The young man spoke first: “Senior, we didn’t cause trouble or rob, we just got ourselves back.
Is there anything wrong with winning money? It’s convenient for people
, for your own convenience, I advise seniors not to meddle in such nosy matters."
The old man was furious: "Ignorant young man, you still dare to argue. If I don't let you two die at the bottom of the Qinhuai River today, I will not float on the water with my iron palm..."
Before the last name was announced, the old man was kicked off the bow of the boat by Liu Ziguang. "Float on the water, sink on the bottom of the water!" Liu Ziguang had already seen an official ship coming from far away, and the ship was full.
torches and shining swords and guns. "What nonsense are you talking to the old man about? Didn't you see the officers and soldiers coming?"
"No, they are from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division. Run quickly. Hey, how can you run without a boat?" The young man had just imitated the figures of the world and showed off his words, but now he was panicking when he saw the officers and soldiers coming.
"If we don't have a boat, we have to fly ashore." Before the boy could understand, Liu Ziguang stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, tucked him under his arm, kicked off his legs, and flew towards the river bank.
If Liu Ziguang was alone, he would still be able to jump ashore, but a person weighing hundreds of kilograms would not be able to jump that far. Fortunately, the Qinhuai River was still bustling at night, with many boats coming and going.
It took three jumps to reach the shore.
Tie Zhang, who had just climbed out of the water, looked at Liu Ziguang's retreating shadow and said bitterly: "I remember your appearance! Don't let me touch you again!"
After landing on the shore, Liu Ziguang put the boy down, and the two of them ran out for a few blocks before stopping. They stood under the eaves of someone's house to rest, and the boy gasped and said, "You are so good at Kung Fu.
What does the factory do? Why not just work with me."
"I am leading hundreds of brothers to help the iron factory fight. I will help whoever pays. Stop talking nonsense and give you a banknote." Liu Ziguang took out the banknote in his arms and gave half of it to the boy. Whose family is this?
My child, you are so arrogant, you still want to take me as your servant, you are really a small person with big ambitions.
The young man took the banknote and refused to give up: "Then I'll take it with hundreds of your brothers. That's okay." Liu Ziguang thought to himself that the child didn't have a fever. He touched the young man's forehead and said, "It's not hot. I'm five."
Brother Bai's annual expenses are at least five hundred thousand taels. How can you afford it? Besides, what are you, a kid, doing recruiting troops and horses? Do you want to rebel? It's getting late. Go home and wash up and sleep quickly. Don't come out to make trouble.
Ran away."
The young man no longer struggled with this topic, and clasped his fists: "Didn't I ask for your name?"
"Liu Ziguang, what do you call me?"
"My surname is Zhu, Zhu Tianxia." The young man replied.
"It turns out to be Little Brother Zhu. We are destined to be together. By the way, do you know how to get to the Lianfeng?" Liu Ziguang doesn't know where he is now. He has to go back to the Lianfeng to spend the night, and he has to go to the Ministry of War tomorrow.
It's business.
"Lian Feng Hao is the shop that sells knives. It's in Xici Hutong, not far from here. Just keep walking and turn left after three intersections."
"Then let's say goodbye and see you again later." The two gangsters who had divided the stolen goods said goodbye with fists clasped like people in the world. Then they disappeared into the night.
Early the next morning, Liu Ziguang, who had changed his clothes, took two assistant accountants, follower Ding Libin, guard Duncan and other 20 people to the Ministry of War to collect the debt. The two ladies were female dependents and it was not convenient to come forward, so Liu Ziguang first explored
Depending on the situation, make further plans, either treat guests or give gifts, or rely on favors.
There has always been a Ministry of War in Nanjing. It used to be responsible for military preparations in the southern provinces. It was a smaller version of the Ministry of War in Beijing. Later, when the imperial court moved south, a large number of northern officials came in and the Yamen of the Ministry of War was expanded. It originally only occupied a corner of Matai Street.
, now occupies half of Matai Street. Many horses are tied in front of the door, and many sedan chairs are parked. They are all officials and local businessmen who come to handle official business.
The walls of the Military Department Yamen are very high, and the front door is very large. On the huge plaque are the two characters of "Bingbu Cang Jin" written on it, which is full of grandeur. In front of the gate stood eight imperial guards with swords, arrogantly.
An assistant manager who often came to the Ministry of War to handle negotiations walked over and stuffed a silver coin into the hands of the guard at the gate, and then the four of them were allowed to enter. Weapons were certainly not allowed, and the guards were not allowed in either.
After bypassing a huge screen wall, what is in front of you are two rows of houses, where the doctors of the Ministry of War and the offices of the principals are located. Although they are all fifth- and sixth-grade officials, the magistrates who cannot be exposed to the outside world sit in the court like the magistrates.
To show off their prestige and make a lot of money, they can only deal with official documents and files. These officials are a little unhappy.
Therefore, few officials from the Ministry of War went to work on time, and the lower-level yamen and local businessmen waiting all over the courtyard were whispering to each other casually, as if waiting was a matter of course.
"Master Wang may have been drunk on the Qinhuai River yesterday. I'm afraid he won't be able to come this morning."
"Why not Mr. Li? Yesterday we agreed to give us the approval today, but it hasn't come yet."
"Then we have to wait. Who wants others to have the power?"
"Wait, you have to wait until the afternoon. You paid money to get in. How can you go out without seeing anyone?"
There was a murmur of grumbling. It seemed that it was customary for the Ministry of War personnel to be late.
According to the direction of work, visitors lined up in a long line at the entrance of each department of the Ministry of War. Liu Ziguang and others lined up at the entrance of the Ordnance Department. Fortunately, it was spring and not summer, otherwise the scorching heat in Nanjing would have steamed everyone to death.
"Last time you came to collect debts, how did the people from the Ordnance Department respond?" Liu Ziguang asked the two assistant accounting managers.
"Back to the Prime Minister, last time we came to do something, we had a lot of money stuffed in, but these officials only knew how to collect money, but they didn't do anything for us. They always made us wait. After waiting and waiting, we didn't see the money. One million
Two, just depositing it into a bank account and earning interest is enough to make a fortune."
"So cool? I want to see the face of this corrupt official later." Liu Ziguang disliked corrupt officials very much. When he was looking for a job, his father used connections in the factory to get him to take over. It would be best if he could join the financial department of the factory.
, but the finance section chief took a lot of cigarettes and alcohol and said he wanted to study it, but finally let it go. If he refused to do the work after taking the money, I would make him spit out the money with interest. If he didn't do the work, I would beat him.
As long as you are willing to do it, Liu Ziguang thought to himself.
Until three o'clock in the morning, Mr. Zheng, a member of the Ordnance Department, had not come to order. Liu Ziguang was a little impatient. Time is money, time is life, and wasting other people's time is equivalent to seeking wealth and killing.
"Do you know where the residence of Mr. Zheng is? I'll go and invite him." Liu Ziguang said. The two assistant managers knew that the accountant prime minister was from a rough background and must have wanted to use force. They hurriedly dissuaded him: "Prime Minister, Beijing
It's not as good as our factory, and there are no faults. Besides, Mr. Zheng will definitely not rest in the mansion. There are so many boats and river houses on the Qinhuai River, and Mr. Zheng has so many good friends. Who knows which good friend he will rest at today?
.”
"So, there is no other way but to wait." Liu Ziguang said angrily, his stomach already starting to growl. With high physical energy and high consumption, he eats more food than before. A high-tech body requires high-energy compounds.
Food was impossible to provide in ancient times, so we could only eat a lot of meat, fat, and protein to sustain ourselves.
"You guys wait a minute, I'll go out to eat something, do you want to bring something for you?" Liu Ziguang was going to have a meal on the street outside and then wait. The two assistant managers hurriedly said that they didn't dare to trouble the Prime Minister. We had already expected it.
After waiting for a long time, I brought my own dry food.
So Liu Ziguang took Ding Libin out of the Ministry of War Yamen and looked around for restaurants. There were no restaurants, but there was a stall selling duck blood and vermicelli soup in the distance. This was good, a specialty of Nanjing.
"Let's go, try the authentic duck blood vermicelli soup!" Liu Ziguang greeted Ding Libin. He had eaten duck blood vermicelli soup several times in Confucius Temple when he traveled to Nanjing. It cost two yuan and fifty cents a bowl. It tasted good. Now he can
Taste the authentic and authentic products from the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago and make a comparison to see if the craftsmanship has been lost.
The duck blood vermicelli soup stall is located at the north end of Matai Street, where it is connected to a small alley. The stall is not big, with several small tables and mats, and can seat seven or eight customers.
Under the pot are burning dry firewood, duck blood, duck liver, duck intestines, vermicelli, coriander in a small frame, chili oil, salt, vinegar and other condiments in a row of jars. An old man and a young man are doing business.
, carrying the name "Xiliuwan Laowang Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup" on a stick.
"It's very brand-conscious," Liu Ziguang praised, walked over and sat down, "Two bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup, add more duck liver and coriander."
"Do you want spicy oil?" asked the young man who was cooking vermicelli in front of a big pot with his back to them.
"If you want, give me more chili oil." Liu Ziguang replied.
"Two bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup, more chili oil, duck liver and coriander, total fifty cents." The young man turned around, and both of them laughed. It turned out to be an old acquaintance: Zhu Tianxia, a scientist and gambler and robber.