"A person who breaks the rules of the Escort Bureau should be punished, but most of them are like this. Those of you in charge have to think about whether this rule is unreasonable." The old man half-squinted his eyes on the Taishi chair, and put a glove on the warmth of the fox fur.
In the tube, "The escort bureau still pays 1 out of 10 to get 2 out of 10 for a trip, or is this the rule set by the ancestor?"
One of the bodyguards next to the Grand Master's chair replied respectfully: "Yes."
"If the rules set by the Patriarch are to be changed, all the principals and heads of the escort agency must have discussed them together." His tone was neither salty nor bland, but there was a hint of disability on the face with wrinkled skin.
The majesty of the body is extremely inconsistent, "You people know what you are doing. Since your tail is not exposed now, just clamp it. If a hair is exposed in the future, Yanchao will punish you, so there is no need to go to this ancestral hall."
Come to beg for mercy and ask for a beating!"
These escort chiefs, who had at least a dozen people under their command, were bowed in shame after being lectured by an old man with only one arm and one leg. They were like students who were slapped by their teacher for not being able to memorize a book or whose collars were torn loose.
Zhang Bashun simply sat down on the broken brick floor, which was a bit irritating to his buttocks, and said nothing, feeling sullenly angry.
"Why are you still staying here? Do you want to spar with us?" Song Yanchao, the head of the Wuhe Escort Agency, said angrily to the escorts, "Get out of here."
When the last bodyguard hurriedly exited the door of the ancestral hall, Gu Shengyang looked back at Zhang Bashun sitting on the ground, and couldn't help but worry about this old brother. They were not young people, and they had the courage to do it this time when they were getting old.
Their private work also made it difficult for them to stay in the evening. It has to be said that their luck is really bad.
Seeing the head escort giving him another gnawing look, Gu Shengyang didn't dare to look back. After exiting the ancestral hall door, he carefully closed the door panel and didn't dare to listen to the corner. After all, with the martial arts realm of the chief escort, walls have ears.
There is a big difference between the sound of that person's breathing and the sound of thunder.
All the remaining people left, leaving only the one-armed and one-legged old man in the ancestral hall, Wu He, the head of the Escort Bureau, Song Yanchao, and Zhang Bashun, who was sitting slumped on the ground with disheveled hair.
Snapped!
A loud slap echoed in the ancestral hall. The disabled old man, who had difficulty walking, arrived in front of Zhang Bashun in the blink of an eye. Then he saw Zhang Bashun sliding sideways for more than ten feet, but he happened to be offering a wall full of memorial tablets.
He stopped castrating in front of the wooden case, and red marks with five fingers slowly appeared on half of his face.
After the slap, the disabled old man still limped back to the chair where he had been sitting just now and sat down, as if the slap just now had nothing to do with him. Zhang Bashun, who received the slap, turned sideways and spat two mouthfuls of blood on the ground.
, spit out a tooth, twisted his face and squeezed out a smile, "Well done, Patriarch!"
"I know it's a good fight, I don't need you to tell me." He returned to the state where he couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or awake. The old man lazily leaned on the back of the Taishi chair, with a silk-covered cotton pillow behind him.
"I have heard what happened to you and Yan Chao, and I almost know what happened. Please tell me in detail."
Zhang Bashun knew that he could no longer beg for mercy, so he got up on his hands and knees, climbed to the Grand Master's chair, knelt down, and told in detail how he had accepted this private job in the Hua Mansion in Heqing County, and how he had led people to fight with the military commander.
Erlang fought with each other, knowing that he was outmatched, and finally thought of using brotherly love to threaten him, including the unusual courtesy from Washington.
On the Taishi chair
The disabled old man lay half-lying and listened to Zhang Bashun's words for more than half an hour. Song Yanchao, the head escort, also found a chair that was still intact and sat down, listening quietly to Zhang Bashun's words. During this period, there were some vague parts that were not explained clearly or clearly.
Yes, I stopped to teach him to explain clearly. Poor Zhang Bashun still had blood foam flying out of his mouth when he spoke.
"How could a person who does business in a state or county give out ten thousand taels of silver as a reward so easily? Although Wu Erlang said that the martial arts realm was on the fifth floor, in ordinary years, not to mention that the government would not care about it, even if he asked
The lives of the Jianghu people are piled up, and dozens of lives can be piled up to kill this person. It doesn’t cost as much as ten thousand taels of silver.” Zhang Bashun’s face looked very ugly, and half of his face gradually swelled up like a steamed bun. “That’s what happened in Suzhou this year.
There has just been a big disaster, so I just thought that the master of Washington could not find a suitable man. If I had known that, I would have..."
"What? It's wrong to take a private job in the name of the Escort Bureau. It's a mistake to take a private job and not do it well. It ruins the reputation of the Escort Bureau." There was no one to take care of the several stoves and charcoal basins in the ancestral hall.
The lights were slowly extinguished and the room became cold. Song Yanchao wrapped his sheepskin fur around his body and stroked his short white beard, "If the reputation of the escort agency cannot be preserved after death, then it is not as simple as talking in the ancestral hall.
."
"Huafu, Heqing County, Suzhou... Yanchao, do you know?"
"I went to Suzhou when I was a escort, and I had some friendship with the old owner of Washington. He was a businessman selling some medicinal materials. He only had a few hundred taels of silver. When he went there again four years later, he opened a business in Suzhou.
We have opened more than a dozen joint drug stores." Song Yanchao, the chief escort chief, who usually only listens to the owner of the escort agency in the escort agency, maintained great respect in front of the old man who had broken an arm and a leg, "Now that Washington
The owner is Hua'an, so he is probably the grandson of the old owner of Hua'an."
"Decades of accumulation may be just a blink of an eye in the eyes of many aristocratic families, but for business people, they are a lot of opportunities." The old man on the Taishi chair showed approval, "The time has come.
Today, even if the richest man in Washington is Suzhou, there won't be many surprises."
"But they used 10,000 taels of silver to hire this escort to fight against Wu Erlang. It was just a mantis using his arm as a chariot. After he killed his brother with his own hands, if he went crazy and just wanted to kill people without caring, the five-story building
Wufu, if there are not enough people in the entire mansion to kill him, how could he be blocked by you?" Song Yanchao smiled and thought, "Then the master of the mansion is willing to take such a risk to protect something..."
"The only thing that can make these businessmen take such big risks is greater profits compared with the risks. Being so secretive is just because they don't want to shake off the family's fortune so quickly, but old guys like you and me can see it.
Tou, are there no discerning people in Suzhou?" The old man on the Grand Master's chair coughed slightly, "But since I'm willing to put ten thousand taels of silver in your mouth, don't show off the advantage."
It was dawn in less than two hours, and the disabled old man sitting on the Grand Master's chair finally showed a tired look: "You are far inferior to your brother in martial arts, but you have saved a little bit in the way of doing things. The only remaining Zhang family bloodline of this generation is
You two, your brother died in the chaos in Jiangzhou, and Wu He Escort has no reason to avenge him. If you take good care of the wife and daughter he left behind, you won't owe him anything."
The bloodline of Zhang Wuhe, the founder of the Wuhe Escort Bureau, has been passed down to this generation. Even if the clan members of the branch are counted, there are only a few dozen people. The Dafang bloodline of Zhang Bashun is still barely prosperous. There are two brothers in this generation.
man, he
My elder brother was unwilling to be a bodyguard all his life. He was very talented in martial arts since he was a child. He went out to fight in the frontier army before he could win the title. The cavalry he trained were famous for their horses, spears and spears. They were as good as the barbarian cavalry from the North.
The strong force of the army.
However, later, the most outstanding figure of the Zhang family offended his immediate superior in the military and could no longer survive, so he ran away to a remote place in Jiangzhou. He was never seen again. He was still a group of escorts to Jiangzhou.
The news they brought back was that there was great chaos in Jiangzhou. The two largest Jianghu sects had been fighting for more than two years and finally decided the winner. The news of his brother's death also reached Zhang Bashun's ears.
"Of course you can't sit in the head escort's seat again. Everything must be explained. The escort agency has deducted the money of the retired escort from you. It's not a heavy punishment." The old man knuckled lightly on the armrest of the master's chair and murmured.
He murmured, "It's just my selfishness. The bloodline of the Zhang family has withered like this. You can't make any more mistakes."
"Since you have eaten all the money you earned from your private work, you don't need to take it out to make you feel unappetized. Just keep it for yourself." Leaning his head on the back of the Taishi chair, the one-armed man who is the patriarch of this generation of Zhang family
The one-legged old man closed his eyes and asked one last question, "Have you received all the money for the pension?"
"Only Zou Yong'an's family has not been sent over. Brother Wei, whom I met in Suzhou, insisted on going by himself." Zhang Bashun sighed and said, "He is a young man who values love. We only meet him whether he is alive or dead.
Not much, he is a malleable talent, and given time, he might not be able to become a good escort leader."
"In that case, let's stay in the Escort Bureau as a boy serving tea and water to see how his character is... No, let him come to the ancestral hall and serve me, an old man."
Hearing what the old man said, Song Yanchao, the chief escort officer, also felt that something was wrong: "I'm afraid it would be unbearable for a young man with such skill to retain his seat without any money, and to make him a servant serving tea and water."
I have to leave in two days..."
"Whether he can walk or not is his business." He used one arm to pull up the dog-skin mattress on his knees. The old man tilted his head and asked the master to take a nap on the chair. "Go and tell him, if you can bear it, you can bear it. If you can't bear it, you can bear it."
Just leave, Wuhe Escort Agency has more than him, but not less than him."
In the Wuhe Escort Agency, the old man's words were that the escort chief and the owner of the Escort Agency had to listen carefully. When he rarely disobeyed, Zhang Bashun already knew that he could no longer do anything for the little brother Wei, but it was a pity that he could not do anything for the Escort Agency.
He left this talent behind and walked out of the ancestral hall with a sigh.
He had too much time to take care of himself and how could he manage so much. Zhang Bashun walked silently towards the outside of the ancestral hall. Before leaving the door, Song Yanchao's voice came from behind: "The money for repairing the ancestral hall..."
Zhang Bashun pretended not to hear and hurried away.
Seeing him running away, Song Yanchao said one last word before going out with his hands behind his back. There is no way to survive an eagle. A person is not an eagle tied by a rope. If he is pushed hard, he will leave on his own.