"What does that apology statement say?" Wei Ye asked lazily, lying on the cloud bed dozing off, "Are you afraid of the death penalty or something like that?"
"No, I'm shirking responsibility." He Ming looked very angry, "He said that San Yisheng misunderstood what he meant, over-interpreted his intentions, and went too far, which led to everyone's confusion.
A result we don’t want to see.”[]
"Oh?" Wei Ye was stunned for a moment, then sat up, "Tell me more details!"
"The full text is very long. I don't remember it. I just remember two paragraphs." He Ming sighed, "The first paragraph said that 'San Yisheng over-interpreted Ji Fa's instructions. In order to win the debate, he ignored the dissatisfaction of the monarchs and ministers present.
, risking serious consequences, disregarding the spirit of scholars and the ethics of fair and harmonious debate, insisting on going his own way, and ultimately brewing bitter wine and reaping the bitter consequences, which is very regrettable.' The latter paragraph says, 'And in many princes,
While he was waiting for Xiqi to make a mistake with ulterior motives, on the big stage where the world was paying attention to the meeting between the two important ministers, San Yisheng ran into the muzzle of the gun. This is not only a kind of ignorance, but also a kind of ignorance!'... Similar things are also
There are many, but that’s basically what it’s like.”
"Oh?" Wei Ye frowned, "Ji Fa didn't mention his responsibility?"
"Have said it, he first said that he understood and respected the emperor's punishment of San Yisheng; then he said that San Yisheng's mistake was indeed very serious and should be severely punished; finally he said that as the Lord, he also bears certain responsibility for his poor teaching.
Willing to accept punishment."
"This sequence is great!" Wei Ye whistled, "Ji Fa is so talented! How did Di Xin express his opinion?"
"Di Xin kept nodding his head, and then said that there was no need for heavy punishments. San Yi was alive and dead, and it was not appropriate to cause more harm. As for Ji Fa, I hope he learned a lesson and must know how to respect the emperor and not make similar mistakes again.
, because he has zero tolerance for such mistakes..."
"Tsk - it's like singing an opera, but they didn't sing any coloratura or tune?" Wei Ye sneered and sarcastically asked, "Where's Po Jun? What did he say?"
"Cheng Peng said, 'Ji Fa is quite talented. He has a thick face and a dark heart. He is a man who can do big things.' He also said, 'I just sold San Yisheng this time. I don't know if anyone will do it for him next time.'"
Contribute'."
"That's all?"
"That's basically what he said... yes, he also said one more thing."
"What did you say?"
"If you're not afraid of opponents who are like gods, you're afraid of teammates who are like pigs. What's worse than teammates who are like pigs are those who stab you in the back. The worst-case scenario is that such a knife comes from your boss!" He Ming
Recalling the scene at that time, "After saying this, he went to heaven, saying he was going to have a drink with San Yisheng to relax."
Wei Ye smiled: "This is indeed his style. Even if he is an enemy, as long as his character is worthy of respect, he will not hesitate to respect him. He can let go of all grudges - I can't do that, obviously
I know it’s the right thing to do, but I just can’t do it…”
"That guy Cheng Peng has a very abnormal mentality. There is no need to use him as a reference." He Ming didn't think so. "The so-called gentleman is not much different from a pervert."
"Getting along with a gentleman is like drinking fine wine, and you get drunk before you know it. Xiao He, you have a prejudice against Po Jun, so you subconsciously think that he is a pervert - but in fact, he does things upright and really wants people."
I admire you!"
Cheng Peng didn't know what Wei Ye and He Ming thought of him. He was currently in the Tiangong, drinking with Jiang Huanchu and San Yisheng.
"Mr. Jiang, I really didn't intend to piss you off to death..." San Yisheng had obviously drunk too much, his tongue was straight, and his eyes were wandering around, not knowing where he was looking.
Jiang Huanchu didn't drink much. He was still very sober at the moment. Looking at San Yisheng's drunken state, he couldn't laugh or cry: "I know, you have said it more than thirty times!"
"Well, when you apologize, you have to be sincere. Thirty times is not enough! At least three hundred times, no, three thousand times!"
Jiang Huanchu sighed and tolerated San Yisheng's nagging.
He also knew what was happening in the human world, so he naturally understood that what really made San Yisheng drunk was not the fine wine from the Heavenly Palace, but the melancholy pouring from the bottom of his heart.
When wine enters the heart of sorrow, it makes the heart even more sorrowful. Sorrow and pain are inherently more intoxicating than wine!
After a while, San Yisheng didn't know what he was talking about. He fell down suddenly and fell asleep, but he was still talking about "Mr. Jiang, I really don't intend to piss you off to death."
, It's just an accident, it's really just an accident..." Such words.
Jiang Huanchu put down his wine glass, remained silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"
"What else can I do?" Cheng Peng asked with a wry smile, "I know what you want me to do, but have you ever thought about it, does he really want to see that kind of result?"
Jiang Huanchu sighed.
"He is famous all over the world and is a first-class talent. I originally thought that he would become a great figure who will be famous throughout the ages. Even though I was pissed off by him, I didn't hate him that much - I have lived for so many years, and I am far better than what he said.
I've heard even more vicious words, but it's no big deal. The main reason why I'm so angry is because I'm old and in poor health." The mountain god from Yishan in Dongzhen looked at the emerald green remaining wine in the wine glass with a sad look in his eyes.
, "I just didn't expect that he would end up like this... This Xibohou is a little too much!"
"Yes... If it was His Majesty or us scolding him, it would be natural, after all, everyone is hostile; but it was Ji Fa who criticized him. This really set a new limit and opened our eyes!"
"Ji Chang has never done anything like this! He is such a good old man, how could he give birth to such a cold-blooded son?"
"Who knows...or maybe...all this is actually his plan, he has arranged it a long time ago, right?" Cheng Peng looked at San Yisheng, who seemed to have fallen asleep, and his eyes gradually became serious, "Ji Fafa
Seeing him so ugly, His Majesty naturally felt that such a boy was really worthless and was not a person who could do great things, so he looked down upon him...if you think about it from this aspect, Ji Fa's performance was actually very good."
"Is this what you call a 'conspiracy theory'? I don't think he is that kind of person."
"I don't think he is... maybe these things are just promoting Ji Fa's growth?" Cheng Peng guessed, "Ji Fa has talents, but he hasn't been tempered enough and hasn't experienced enough things.
Maybe he just has to go through all kinds of things before he can grow up enough to take on the world and create a new era, right?"
Jiang Huanchu obviously didn't like such a topic. He frowned and drank without saying a word.
After a while, the drunken San Yisheng was carried down to rest by the messengers transformed into fairy clouds. Jiang Huanchu seemed to have no pressure in his heart. Cheng Peng, who was concentrating on drinking, couldn't help but ask: "What are you going to do next?"
What? Or continue to find someone to sign a contract?"
Cheng Peng opened his notepad, looked at it, and shook his head.
"I have one thing to do first." He said, "Help a certain unlucky father educate his son, lest the gifted child learn bad things. Educating people is like planting trees. They should be planted when they are young.
Just straighten him up!"
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Still couldn’t help but quote some.
Some of the words at the beginning of this chapter are indeed not written by me, nor can I write them with such a level of shame.
