Li Ang glanced at Wang Bofan, who was kneeling on the ground with an ashen face, and spoke calmly.
He didn't think Wang Bofan would really think that he was wrong. The reason why he was kneeling here was just because he lost the bet.
"Wang Bofan put the safety of the people at risk for his own personal affairs, which is an unforgivable crime. And among my Wang family members, this person is also responsible for the current situation in Taiyuan Prefecture."
The white-haired man tremblingly took out a booklet and slowly placed it on Li Ang's desk. "This is the compensation drawn up by the Wang family for the plague. Please take a look at it, Mr. Li Xiaolang."
"compensation?"
Li Ang raised his eyebrows and flipped through the book at random. It was filled with countless items, including compensation and house construction.
The apology and compensation given to Li Ang alone included hundreds of items, including priceless antiques, calligraphy and paintings, pre-Sui classics, gold and silver jewelry, and even alienated objects, etc.
Li Ang read it very carefully, and from time to time he would raise his head to ask a few questions, asking about the antique calligraphy and painting written in the booklet, what era they were from, and which painter they were by.
The more they asked questions, the more Wang Bojian's high-hanging heart gradually relaxed.
Everyone and everything in this world has a price. If things cannot be negotiated, it is simply because the price offered is not appropriate enough.
As long as Li Ang wants something, Wang, who has a profound foundation, can always get through.
"Your compensation is very generous and very sincere,"
Li Ang closed the book, nodded, and said with a smile: "But I still want something."
"Please tell me."
Wang Bojian smiled and said: "Wang will definitely try his best to satisfy you."
Brush pull.
Li Ang opened the drawer and took out a thick roster. He turned it so that the roster faced Wang Bojian.
Wang Bojian glanced at it and saw a name, age, gender, parents, address, date and other information written on the roster.
An Xiangdai, 16 years old, daughter, father: An Jin, mother: Zhuang Yitong, her address is No. 10, Luoyu Lane, Sanmingfang, Taiyuan Prefecture, October 25, the sixth year of the Qian Dynasty.
Zhaizhou, nine years old, male, father: Zhai Hui, mother: Hu Lan, address No. 1, Eryan Lane, Shuidanfang, Taiyuan Prefecture, October 29th, 6th year of Qian Dynasty.
Wei Xinyu, 37 years old, male, father: Wei Xiayun, mother: Hu Lingdong, address: No. 20, Gusong Lane, Qiuyanfang, Luoyang, October 26th, 6th year of Qian Dynasty.
"This is the list of plague victims in Taiyuan Prefecture recorded by the hospital in the past few months. There are ordinary people, soldiers and government officials, medical staff, and volunteers."
Li Ang said calmly: "Let them come back alive."
The room became quiet, Wang Bojian opened his mouth slightly, and the white-haired elder stopped coughing. Yan Yundang, who was guarding the door, lowered his eyes and silently looked at the light green wallpaper.
Li Ang looked at the two Wangs who were still standing and asked calmly: "It can't be done, can it?"
"Li Xiaolangjun,"
Wang Bojian cupped his hands and said with difficulty: "There is no resurrection after death."
"There is no resurrection from the dead,"
Li Ang interrupted, "If you die, you are dead. No matter how much compensation you make afterwards, it will not help.
I've been sitting here all day, looking at this list.
There are men and women, old and young, some families are broken, and they will never be able to return to the warmth and harmony of the past.
Some families, or even entire families, fell ill and died.
When the hospital was dealing with their ashes, they didn't know who to entrust them to, so they had to temporarily store them in a cabinet and put a label on them, waiting for distant relatives to claim them after the plague was over."
He stared at the Wang family and said calmly: "I heard that the Wang family is a thousand-year-old family. Family members live together with respect and friendship.
Little children.
When a highly respected elder in the family dies, even distant relatives will mourn sincerely.
For the children of aristocratic families, those common people whose surname is not their own are indeed another species.
Children from ordinary families are still peeing and making mud with runny noses when they are five or six years old, while children from aristocratic families have already memorized the Four Books and Five Classics in school.
Even if a scholar from a commoner background has studied hard for decades, his understanding of the classics is not as good as that of a child from a noble family, and he will be easily refuted.
The clothes they wear, the words they speak, and the things they think are completely different.
In the eyes of the world, those stupid, rude, short-sighted and inferior commoners are not of the same species as them. They are like humans and ants.
No matter how many ants die, it doesn't matter.
Even when someone asks them to be responsible for the death of ants, they will be shocked, stunned and ridiculous.
Like you guys now."
Li Ang held the roster in his hand, stood up slowly from the chair, and said coldly: "The courtesy cannot be extended to a commoner, and the punishment cannot be extended to a doctor.
In your opinion,
Wang Bofan will undoubtedly die, and several members of the Wang family who directly implemented Wang Bofan's plan, as well as the servants in the palace, are expected to die as well.
Others, even those members of the Wang family who participated in Wang Bofan's plan, can still survive.
There is no right or wrong in the adult world, only pros and cons.
The war between Yu and Yu is imminent. Even if the Wang family has committed a heinous crime, in order to appease the nobles in the world, the Wang family cannot be punished severely.
What's more, Wang's connections are all over the world. There are Wang's concubines in the harem, Wang's in-laws in the court, and even Wang's doctorate in the academy. He was also my professor.
We are all a family, there is me among you, and you among me.
Just show it to those mud-legged people below as a punishment. Why make a river of blood flow? After all, things turn around.
Is that what you think?
This is how the world is, and it has always been this way.
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Is it right that this has always been the case?”
Li Ang shook his head, and without waiting for the Wangs to reply, he said calmly: "I hate this 'always like this',
If no one does something for the victims, no one holds the source of the man-made disaster accountable, and no one dares to break this tacit understanding,
Then let me do it."
Wang Bojian read the determination in Li Ang's calm tone, and felt a cold current rushing through his body. He no longer cared about his humility and respectful words, and said in silence: "What are you going to do?"
Boom!
A violent explosion came from the window, and in the far north, flames shot into the sky.
The spiritual energy fluctuates like a tsunami, roaring and spreading in all directions.
That is, the direction of the palace.
"It's not what I do, it's what I do."
Li Ang passed the three Wangs and strode towards the door. The jade pendant around his waist swayed with his steps, "Let's go, don't let the people from the Supervisory Department wait too long."