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Tang Zhaozong's beef business was doing well, and Tang Zhangwei was also surprised.

However, Tang Zhangwei didn't let Fei Xuechun hit that Tang Zhaozong in this regard.

Because, Tang Zhangwei felt that it would not be good if he cornered that Tang Zhaozong, in this case, that Tang Zhaozong would take risks, which would be bad for himself.

However, Tang Zhaozong's checkpoint did not show mercy to the cotton dealers and people of the Tang Dynasty.

Tang Zhaozong's subordinates set up checkpoints, and his subordinates intercepted a large number of Tang people.

The cotton was confiscated by them, the cotton seeds could be used for oil, the cotton could be used for weaving, and the cotton poles could be used as fuel.

Tang Zhaozong benefited a lot from this, Tang Zhangwei looked at Tang Zhaozong differently because of those beef, but when he heard that Tang Zhaozong had set up checkpoints everywhere, he couldn't help laughing and scolding Tang Zhaozong for being a fool.

I even thought he was asleep, maybe he was napping. Suddenly, he hurriedly got up, tore off the towel from his head, jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the mirror, tied his tie with trembling hands, and shouted to Cao Wangrong like thunder, and told her to bring him a coat, a new hat, and a walking stick.

"I can't hold it anymore," he said in a staccato voice, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" …… I'll go personally. ”

"Where are you going?" I jumped too.

"Go find Tang Zhangwei. Honey, I should go, I must go. It's my duty. I am a citizen, and I am an individual, not sawdust, I have rights, and I want to exercise my rights...... I have not asked for the exercise of my rights for twenty years, and I have forgotten them all my life, which is simply a crime...... But now I ask to exercise my rights. He had to explain everything, everything, to me. He received a telegram. He didn't dare to torture me, or else let him arrest me, arrest me, arrest me! ”

He screamed, still stomping his feet.

"I agree with you," I said deliberately as calmly as I could, though I was very worried about him, "really, it is better than sitting with a sad face like this, but I do not approve of your feelings; Look, what kind of person you are, how did you get there? Dealing with Tang Zhangwei should be neither humble nor arrogant, and calm. Indeed, if you go there now, you will pounce on someone and bite him. ”

"I'll send it to the door myself. I'm going to go straight into the lion's mouth......"

"I'll go with you, too."

"I expect the same from you, I accept your sacrifice, the sacrifice of a true friend, but you can only go there as long as you go to his mansion: you should not and have no right to continue to bring your reputation to the ground by virtue of being my accomplice. Ah, trust me, I'll take it in my stride! I feel as sacred as I am at this moment......"

"I may go with you into his mansion," I interrupted him, "and I heard from their stupid committee through Vysotsky that they were counting on my help and invited me to tomorrow's festival in the role of secretary...... Together with five other young men, he tended to the cups and plates, waited on the lady and the lady, and sat the guests, and wore a knot of red and white ribbon on his left shoulder. I would have liked to refuse, but now why should I not enter the high-ranking mansion under the pretext of explaining my attitude to Catherine herself...... So I can go in with you. ”

He listened and nodded, but he didn't seem to be at a loss. We stood at the door.

"Honey," he said, holding out a hand to the lamp in the corner, "Honey, I've never believed in this thing, but...... Let it go, let it go! Let's go! ”

"Well, that's good," I thought as I walked with him up the steps outside the door, "and the fresh air is good for him along the way, and we'll calm down and go home, lie down and sleep, but always thoughtful." The officer jumped into the wagon and followed him.

I think he may have vaguely thought of many, all sorts of very interesting things along the way, but when he drove into the square in front of the official residence, he did not necessarily have any definite thoughts or any definite intentions. But as soon as he saw the group of "rioters" waiting for him, the police officers gathered around, the helpless (perhaps deliberately pretending to be helpless) police chief, and the atmosphere in which everyone was eagerly waiting for him, blood poured into his heart. He stepped out of the carriage with a pale face.

"Take off your hat!" He panted, his voice so soft that he could barely hear it. "Get on your knees!" He screamed in a surprise that surprised even himself, and what happened afterwards could have been explained by this surprise. It's like skiing in the mountains during the Thanksgiving Festival; How can you stop halfway up the mountain when the sleigh is speeding down from the top of the mountain? As if deliberately trying to get along with himself, Andrei Antonovich had a cheerful personality all his life, never shouted at anyone, never stomped his feet; Dealing with these people is much more dangerous, as long as their sleigh suddenly slides down the mountain for some reason. Everything in front of him spun around.

"Pirates!" He shouted more sharply and thoughtlessly, and then stopped abruptly. He stood there, still not knowing what to do, but he knew and sensed that he had to do something now.

"Lord!" - Someone in the crowd shouted. A young man began to draw crosses on himself; Indeed, three or four men tried to kneel, but the rest took three steps forward together, and all of them cried out with a loud voice; "Your Excellency...... We are hired for a certain period of time...... Manger...... You can't open your mouth" Wait, wait. It's confusing at all.

… The ground roared (I would like to point out that he knew very well who Stepan Trofimovich was). Of course, for a second he would grab him by the collar; Fortunately, Tang Zhangwei turned his head when he heard his cry at this time. He looked at Stepan Trofimovich inexplicably, as if thinking about something, and hurriedly shook his hand. Vlibsterov did not dare to move. I pulled Stepan Trofimovich out of the crowd. But maybe he himself already wants to give in.

"Go home, go home," I insisted, "if we weren't beaten, it was thanks to Tang Zhangwei, of course." ”

"Let's go, my friend, I'm sorry I've bothered you. You have a great future, and I, my end, have come. ”

(End of chapter)

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