A look of contempt appeared on the corner of Shu Cheng's mouth, and he clasped his hands and said coldly: "I see you are so handsome, yet you deny it. Let me ask you, you have bullied the market, organized gangs, monopolized industries, and recruited many disciples in just three days.
Within a year, there were more than 60 cake-making shops in the West Market! Do you dare to say that these people are not your disciples?"
Li Siye was also shocked. Is the cake market so saturated? Seeing how this happened, it must have caused a misunderstanding among the officials of the Western City Department. He quickly crossed his hands and said: "Director, please listen to my explanation.
It's not a gang, it's just a chamber of commerce. I just help people do business, and I definitely don't bully the market. And those traders are not disciples, they are just members."
"Sophistry!" Shu Cheng pointed at him with two fingers: "Do you think you can hide it from me by changing your name?"
"It's not true," he said sincerely, crossing his hands: "They don't need to listen to my orders. I taught them the art of making cakes, and they paid them accordingly. Apart from that, I didn't suppress anyone, nor did I wantonly flatter anyone."
high price."
Shu Cheng did not expect that the strong Li Siye could be so flexible with his words. He stretched out two fingers and poked him sideways: "Another quibble!"
"Let me ask you again, you are accompanied by more than ten guards every day, which is comparable to luxury. If you are not forming a gang to dominate, why do you need so many guards?"
"The guards are just to protect the goods. Besides, they are not subordinate to me. They are just temporary employment. This is a business behavior."
"What merchandise are you protecting? Where is the merchandise?"
"The commodity is in my mind, and knowledge is the commodity."
Shu Cheng stared at him in surprise, as if he was looking at a normal person, and said angrily: "You! You are talking nonsense. I give you three days to disband your gang! You are not allowed to trick others into making cakes! Otherwise,
I will definitely take heavy responsibility and expel you from the West Market,"
Li Siye breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing what the Superintendent said, the matter was not serious enough to bring him to justice. He had already decided to leave the shop when he returned and went to join the prince. As for the people from the Food Association, he had to arrange a few people first.
It has nothing to do with the task, just fish them first. As long as they are not in the West City, there will be no mistakes.
"Shu Cheng, can I leave?"
The chief minister waved his hand sternly: "Let's go!"
"Can't leave!"
Another dull mechanical sound like a loom penetrated the partition. Li Siye and Shu Cheng turned around at the same time. The partition door was opened by three soldiers. In the corridor stood an official wearing a dark green robe with a silver belt around his waist.
His face was cold and his eyes were fixed in the air, ignoring everyone.
The Chief of Staff quickly saluted the official and said, "This is your order."
The city department's order waved his hand: "This person is disrupting the West Market and gathering a gang to bully the market. Arrest him immediately and imprison him!"
Li Siye didn't defend himself anymore. He knew that it was useless. This person arrested him not because of the West Market. The soldiers who opened the partition were not Wuhou in the West Market. He was a step too late and fell into
In someone's pocket.
Several soldiers stepped forward, put a hemp rope around his neck, and pushed him out of the compartment.
Li Siye did not resist, and his thoughts were very clear. He was guessing whose relationship drove this man with a silver belt around his waist to get the city department order from the sixth grade. It is unlikely that Xionghuo Gang Feng Dalun, he is just a ninth-grade boy.
Officials, the only others are people from the Prince Consort's side.
When he was escorted to the end of the corridor, the city department commander suddenly spoke: "The room in the West City Department is full, so we will temporarily send this person to Jingzhao Mansion Prison."
He finally understood who it was. Even the soldiers around him were all dispatched soldiers under the Jingzhao Mansion. He was the only one who was the link between the Prince Consort's case and the Xionghuo Gang.
He raised his head and deliberately said loudly: "Why are you escorting me to Jingzhao Mansion? The West City Office is a subordinate government office of Taifu Temple, not Jingzhao Mansion."
"Shut up! Go!"
He was escorted down the tower. There was a sealed prison van parked by the roadside, and he was pushed in from the back.
Sha Li ran over from the side of the street and shouted loudly: "Li Langjun!"
Li Siye took this opportunity and shouted to the outside of the carriage: "Go find Zhang Xiaojing!"
The shoulder armors of the two soldiers slammed against the door of the carriage, and it closed tightly with a snap. One of them stepped forward to insert the wooden latch, clapped his hands and let out a sigh of relief, as if a ferocious beast was locked inside.
The last ray of light in front of Li Siye disappeared, and he was locked into darkness again.
Sha Li stood there with the basket in his arms, watching helplessly as the prison car rolled away with dust and rumbling sounds. Five or six Jingzhao Mansion soldiers followed closely behind the car.
He touched the horns on his head blankly and murmured: "Who did he ask me to find? Zhang... Zhang what?"
Sha Li staggered back two steps, then suddenly turned around and ran as hard as he could, panting all the way back to the door of Li Ji's Scallion Cake Shop along the streets of West Market.
More than a dozen of Li Siye's "bodyguards" were sitting or standing lazily outside the store. Sha Li ran to them, bent down with his hands on his knees, and breathed quickly: "Quick...quick! Li Lang, the president asked the mayor."
The police department...arrested him. He asked us to...find, find Zhang..."
A man held his shoulder and said, "Shali, what's going on? Please tell me slowly."
Sha Li sat down on the ground and finally managed to breathe evenly before speaking clearly.
The vendors didn't seem to be in a hurry and started discussing with each other. Then they lowered their heads and asked Shali: "Looking for someone named Zhang?"
"Does this count as a mission?"
Another vendor asked him: "Did Li Langjun mention contribution points when he told you? How many contribution points can you get from this guy named Zhang? If it's lower, we won't do it."
"Yes, if he commits a serious crime and is exiled, or is killed with a stick, won't our previous efforts and contribution points earned be in vain? Who will we turn to to learn Liangpi craftsmanship then? Do you think this is true?"
"You can't say that..."
More than a dozen vendors got into a quarrel with each other.
Sha Li stood up angrily and pointed at them: "You... you...!"
Gao Shi walked to the door holding the scroll, sighed and said: "This is the disadvantage of loosely managing the chamber of commerce."
He inserted the scroll into his belt, rolled up his sleeves and said to Shali: "Li Siye asked you to find someone named Zhang. This person must be someone he knows well. So, I'll find him with you."
Sha Li dusted off his legs and stood up from the ground, turned around and said, "Okay, but we have to call Michagan and Jiang Tongbao."
Michagan was cleaning up the shop opposite and preparing to seal it up. When he heard the noise here, he stopped working and came over. He said loudly: "Of course I have to look for it, but there has to be a clue. Where should we look for it? I, the surnamed Zhang,
Never seen it?"
Their arguments and discussions consumed the last time of the day. The sky was already blue and dark, and the curfew was about to begin. Even if there was something more fatal, they could only wait until dawn.
…
"Get in!"
The wooden door of the prison was closed, and the jailer put a chain around it and locked it.
Li Siye was sent to Jingzhao Mansion Prison again, and what was different from last time was that they also put a wooden shackle on him, with his hands and neck fixed in the shackles. Although it was not heavy, it was painful and painful.
He slowly squatted down and sat back on the straw. He sat quietly and meditated for a while before he realized the abomination of the yoke. The front and back of the yoke were not made of the same kind of wood. The yoke in the front was dark and thick, and the yoke in the back was
It is too light, causing the center of gravity to move forward, causing pain in the back of his neck. He has to hold his hands back at all times, which makes his arms sore and tired, and his wrists also get pain from the stranglehold.
He changed several positions, whether he was sitting, lying down, lying on his side, or leaning against the wall, the shackles were 365 degrees with no blind angle to punish him. This kind of discomfort made people want to curse the shackles.
The inventor's ancestors are eighteen generations old.