As an authentic Manchu nationality, Jia Liu was still young. He didn't know that the term "Pengci" was invented by the Eight Banners disciples.
At the earliest, a group of Bannermen children whose families were in decline took their worthless porcelain to the streets. When they encountered Han people passing by, they deliberately broke the porcelain and falsely claimed that it was valuable antiques, and then used their noble national status to blackmail them.
The other person’s money.
It’s okay if the Han people don’t give money, the yamen will do the talking!
What is a Yamen?
The yamen is the yamen that provides justice to the children of the Eight Banners.
Entering the yamen is not a matter of spending a small amount of money, you can get a big sum of money.
Therefore, the disciples of the Eight Banners will either not take action or they will definitely take action.
Later generations will call this extortion.
Of course, this is the way low-level bannermen play.
The gameplay of high-level bannermen is to recruit officials. Although they may occasionally set traps for bannermen, the focus is on Han officials.
The method is either to make porcelain or to keep an eye on those officials who like to go to the brothels.
Because Qing Dynasty law did not allow officials to stay in prostitution, the consequences would be serious if reported.
Whether to spend money to eliminate disasters or to ask the court to remove the Dingdai, officials know how to weigh the pros and cons.
Shu Lun is just messing up.
How could the son of a dignified vice-capital know what the flowery feathers on his eyes represent?
But the more powerful these two pheasant feathers are, the more powerful Mr. Shu becomes.
Big fish, big fish!
When it comes to being short of money, Mr. Shu is definitely not in need.
The problem is that there are a group of bannermen's children hanging out with him, as well as domestic slaves, Han people from the outer city to help, and so on. The bigger the lineup, the bigger the expenses.
In addition, many of these people are uneducated, lazy and lazy, and even Mr. Shu has learned a lot of crooked ways.
Not to mention Mr. Shu's heart was moved by the dazzling eyes just now, the group of people were even more ecstatic, knowing that they had met a big enemy today.
If I don't kill him for a few thousand taels, I can't bear to make this man go all the way!
Hey, you have beautiful eyes, you are so energetic.
Jia Jiashikai, the first-class imperial bodyguard, and Batulu will be regarded as a hammer in the eyes of others.
Who gave them the confidence?
Great Qing Law!
Another source of confidence is of course that they are also descendants of the Eight Banners, especially the leader is the young master who is stationed in Chengdu and is the deputy commander of the Eight Banners.
Therefore, there is no risk in this porcelain collision, and the benefits are huge.
Jia Liu was just wondering where the governor had gone, when Shu Lun spoke up: "Listen to your accent, you are from Beijing, right? From a common thief? In fact, we are not embarrassing you, but it just happens that it is you today."
It’s my birthday, what do you think, sir, if you can reward me with a few bowls of birthday noodles? I’ll pretend that you haven’t been here today.”
Someone helped, with a hidden threat: "If you are reluctant to part with a small amount of money, it will be difficult for you to stay in a prostitute."
"Should I report to the prefect's Yamen, or go directly to the Governor's Yamen?"
"Why are you going to the Governor's Yamen? Master Jia Jia is a member of our banner. You are not allowed to report this matter to the Governor's Yamen?"
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You said something, I said something, and the discussion was very lively. The people who made the table moved out, how scary it was.
Jia Liu subconsciously raised his head and looked towards the third floor. Master Futai probably didn't run away, but was at most hiding.
That's right, knowing the law and breaking the law is a no-no.
As for the Taiwanese master, he was able to suppress Jia Jiashikai even if he was a traitor to the enemy. This matter of keeping a prostitute would cost at most three to five thousand taels, right?
Go to Beijing?
It seems that Chief Military and Aircraft Minister Yu Minzhong is a member of the Mutual Aid Association?
Can He Zhongtang, the emperor's favorite, call the public security to detain Dongge Xiandi just in front of his eyes?
To be honest, Jia Liu doesn't like to show off, because this kind of thing is too childish and a sign of immaturity.
People who do great things are certainly of high quality, but they don't pretend to be.
But it's innate.
So, quietly watching people discussing what would happen to him, Mr. Jia Jia, and what happened to him, like taking off his official uniform and beating him with a hundred sticks, the ministry meeting and Fa Ning Guta thought of it.
Blackmail, typical blackmail.
Jia Liu looked down on such low-level tactics, so he curled his lips and asked who Ama was.
Maybe he felt that the young man was ignorant of the ways of the world and wanted to talk to an adult about something.
Mr. Shu was cunning, waved his hand, and said: "Don't ask, sir. We won't tell. We are all men in the flag. Do you want to chat or not? If you don't talk, we men will leave right now."
After frowning, Jia Liu asked the other party helplessly: "How much do you want?"
"There are so many of us, five hundred taels per person is not excessive, right?"
It's not excessive. The problem is that there are nearly twenty people. It would cost nearly ten thousand taels without counter-offering. Shu Lun really dares to open it.
Of course, Mr. Renshu, who has been around Kuanzhai Alley for so many years, knows the principle of asking for prices all over the sky and bargaining on the ground.
The bottom line is that a person can be given two hundred taels.
Sir, do you want money or an official position?
"Not too much."
Jia Liu nodded, turned around, ordered the door to be closed, and to take the person and teach him a lesson.
He must teach these guys a lesson. As long as their fists are hard enough, the Qing Dynasty can use them to wipe their butts.
Did you say that I stayed in prostitution?
Is there such a false accusation against an innocent person?
This is my trick!
For work and for the Qing Dynasty, we are recruiting technicians!
You kid dare to ruin my reputation?
Sauron's soldiers, who had already built up their strength, suddenly swarmed forward and threw Young Master Shu, who was unconscious and about to move out of Amma, to the ground. They then punched and kicked him, screaming in pain and crying one after another.
When he reached the stairs, Jia Liu remembered something and turned to Deb: "That young master is celebrating his birthday, right? You can ask the kitchen in this building to cook me a hundred bowls of longevity noodles and wait for the young master to finish eating."
"嗻!"
With a wicked smile on his face, Deb took out the madam who was hiding in fear.
Half an hour later, a large bucket of clear water noodles was carefully carried over by two cooks. Seeing Mr. Shu and his entourage being beaten into pig heads, the two cooks were frightened.
After asking Shuan Zhu to give each of the two cooks two handfuls of broken silver, Jia Liu was very interested and moved a bench to sit down. He wanted to see how many bowls of noodles this boy who was celebrating his birthday could eat.
"come out!"
Deb stepped forward and pulled Mr. Shu out who was squatting with his head in his hands in fear. Shuan Zhu opened the big bowl with a grin and filled the bowls with noodles.
"eat!"
"When someone celebrates their birthday, be polite."
"嗻!"
Deb's face covered with scars forced out a smile: "Young Master, eat noodles."
Mr. Shu, whose face was so swollen from the beating, could not eat. He shook his head instinctively, but was kicked again. He was so panicked that he quickly picked up the big bowl and put it into his mouth, without even bothering to burn his mouth.
After finishing a bowl, I burped.
The second bowl was thrust into his hand.
After a slight hesitation, Deb pulled her pigtails up. She was so frightened that she quickly said: "I'll eat, I'll eat."
One bowl, two bowls, three bowls, four bowls
Jia Liu put one hand on his chin and tapped the table lightly with the other, but in his eyes was the look of an elder looking at the incompetent junior with both love and anger.
After eating four bowls of the birthday cake, I really couldn't eat it anymore. Not to mention the smell of noodles, my stomach was churning just by looking at it and I felt like vomiting.
"Sir, please spare me. I don't dare to do that anymore."
Shu Lun, who was afraid of dying, didn't care who his mother was, so he kowtowed to Jaturu and begged again and again: "As long as you forgive me, I will never come to this place again, and I will never dare to do it again."
It’s your fault!”
"Really? I don't believe it,"
Yang Zhi lifted the teapot on the table and walked towards Mr. Shu with a wicked smile, "Unless you scald your eggs with boiling water."
Jia Liu smiled, Shuan Zhu was indeed a kind of master, he also liked to scare people.