Chapter 2491 Sir, those words cannot be washed, they can only be scraped off with a knife
"Will this chill their hearts?" Li Ke asked Cheng Sanlang in a low voice.
"Do you want to tell them clearly?"
Cheng Sanlang, who had already started shuffling the cards, shuffled the bamboo cards in his hand quickly without raising his head.
"When the matter is done, we can tell them two brothers. The fewer people who know about it now, the better.
Moreover, they only suffered a disaster yesterday, and someone caused trouble that night, which makes people suspect that it was the two of them."
"Although these two brothers are not good birds, after all, I don't want them to have their arms or legs broken due to the anger of those Zi Wenchen."
"That would not only delay the construction period of the bridge, but those two guys might have thought that Cheng was deliberately causing harm to them."
Hearing Cheng Sanlang's words, Li Keshen nodded in agreement. Also, he should not be too obvious when doing things, as he would be easily scratched in the foot.
Come on, brother Chu Bi is not in a hurry. Whatever you are anxious about, just watch the show with peace of mind. Anyway, you just like to have fun. As for the other things, do as you like.
Li *leziren* rubbed his hands with a smile on his face and began to touch the bamboo cards. He should not forget about leisure and entertainment in whatever he did. This was the fundamental reason why he liked to cooperate with brother Chu Bi to do big things.
This fight was another day, and time always passed very quickly. When the fight reached dusk, Deng Chengxin quietly came to Cheng Sanlang's ear and whispered for a long time.
Cheng Chubi raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and put down his cards.
"Brother Xian, you're treating me today. Let's go to Shanglinfang and have a nice meal."
Seeing Brother Chu Bi's expression, Li Ke understood instantly and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"...Chengchengcheng, I'll invite you today. We brothers won't come back until we get drunk."
Near Shanglinfang, not far from the residences of Kong Yingda and other officials, it seemed that Brother Chu Bi couldn't bear it anymore.
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At night, the sky was pitch dark, and several sneaky figures quietly appeared outside Kong Yingda's mansion.
These people all had their faces covered, with large masks on their mouths and noses. Then they picked up something like a mop and poured it into a wooden barrel with the lid uncovered.
After pulling it out, I started writing on the clean and white wall painted with lime...
With a little effort, a few characters with weak strokes and distorted shapes appeared eye-catchingly on the wall.
Not far away, a tall and high-spirited masked man and a slender masked man with a rather tall beer belly stood side by side.
"Isn't this content a little too strange?"
"Haha... Why, do you still want to write that old man Tiancan is here for a visit?"
"...Brother, can you be more serious?"
"Have you read "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu? This is called fishing in troubled waters. What we want to do is to confuse the other party's vision so that they can't figure out who did it."
While he was talking, the guy who was holding the pen, oh no... the mop, finally finished writing.
After taking a few steps back, he threw the mop on the ground in disgust, called on his companions to carry the bucket, and left quietly.
The reason for leaving the mop is mainly because it is inconvenient to carry because it drips water and can easily leave traces of your actions for others.
Therefore, a resourceful person has already considered everything, otherwise how could it be called a perfect revenge plan?
Seeing that the group of dark figures had finished their work, the tall figure patted his good partner beside him.
"Okay, let's go quickly. There are still several families to run to. Try to finish the work as soon as possible and go home to rest early. Don't expose any flaws."
"...Okay, let's go quickly."
The group of people quietly disappeared into the dark night, and then, outside the residence of Minister Xu, Xiao Sheren and others.
Someone used a mop or similar writing work to write eye-catching words on the courtyard wall or door.
After doing all this, the criminal gang went into the alley, and when they came out, they turned into the tall and heroic Cheng Sanlang, and the handsome King of Wu Li Ke.
The two brothers walked away chatting and laughing, as if they had just done a small thing.
At this time, not far ahead, a group of policemen on night patrol heard the movement here and came quickly.
After lighting up the lanterns, I saw that it was Cheng Sanlang, the commander of Luoyang, and Li Ke, His Royal Highness the King of Wu. They quickly stepped forward to salute respectfully.
Cheng Chubi turned over and jumped off his horse. He stepped forward with a smile and looked at the group of policemen who stood upright.
"You guys have been working hard on patrol at night. How about it? Did you find any bad guys doing anything wrong?"
"Reporting to Cheng Luoyang, my younger brother and my brothers have patrolled five buildings and found no villains."
The chief of the police quickly smiled flatteringly. "Who has the courage to commit crimes under your rule, Cheng Luoyang?"
All the detectives also nodded frequently and kept agreeing.
Cheng Chubi had a great heart, smiled heartily, and encouraged the gang of arresters to hurry up, then turned around and rode away.
Li Ke turned his head and looked at the night watch team as they left, and couldn't help but whispered happily.
"Hey, if we move slower, wouldn't we..."
Cheng Chubi laughed and waved his hands confidently and calmly.
"Isn't it true that everyone is Cheng's subordinate? Is it possible that they dare to slander Shangguan?"
"..." Li Ke finally understood what the dark officialdom was, and the man in front of him was a living example.
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After a good sleep, everyone felt much more energetic. Kong Yingda had just finished washing and had breakfast.
Then he went for a walk in his garden, feeling exhausted from work. At this moment, he saw the housekeeper rushing over in a very frustrated manner.
"Master, master... someone wrote on the wall of our courtyard."
"What?!" Kong Yingda, as a well-educated man who pays the most attention to politeness and neatness, his face suddenly changed.
"Which goddam thing did that? What did you write?"
"The villain doesn't know who did it, but what it says is: repaying debts is a matter of course."
"What the hell?" Kong Yingda was completely bewildered. After all, I am also the Kong family of Qufu. I am extremely wealthy and have been well-dressed and well-educated since I was a child.
How can you owe someone a debt? This is clearly a slander, a slanderous slander.
Kong Yingda couldn't help but feel angry and blood welling up. He stepped out and wanted to go out. He wanted to see it with his own eyes.
"Come on, I'll go and see for myself who the bastard is that dares to defile my family like this."
The housekeeper raised his hand to stop him, but Kong Yingda was already walking away quickly, so he could only quickly lift up his front and chase after her.
In a short time, Kong Yingda walked into the door of the mansion and saw many people outside the door standing across the street.
There he was pointing at the courtyard wall on the left side of the mansion gate.
Kong Yingda turned around and looked over, and saw the white courtyard wall, painted with yellowish brown. The shape was not beautiful at all, but the eight characters were very eye-catching.
"Repaying debts is a matter of course."
And standing below the characters, several servants clearly had buckets in front of them and mops in their hands, but one or two of them were stupid and didn't do anything at all.
Seeing this scene, Kong Yingda's face darkened instantly and he scolded loudly.
"What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and erase those words?"
The housekeeper whispered with helplessness on his face.
"Sir, if you can't wipe it off, you can only have it scraped off with a scraper."
"What do you mean?" Kong Yingda turned his head and shouted.
"Master, the words are those immoral things written with excrement water. If it is stained with water, I am afraid it will smell too strong..."