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All the people at the door of Huifeng Tower clearly heard the sound of "clucking", followed by heart-rending screams, Li Hechun on the ground hunched over and wanted to hug his legs, but the painful movements were already unable to move, and he could only let out a scream. I don't know why, Li Hechun's entourage was actually relieved, everyone thought in their hearts, it was not a headshot.

Jiang Feng squatted down and wiped the steel whip on Li Hechun's robe, and coldly raised his head and said to the stunned family on the side:

"If you don't roll with him, do you want to break your leg too?"

The house slaves in the surrounding Qingguo Mansion were all shocked, and they dared to talk more, so they had the courage to borrow the door panel from the nearby pharmacy, put Li Hechun, who was already in a comatose state, on it, and hurriedly carried it away, Zhang Yong had already suffered a stroke, and the positions of the 12th Regiment Battalion and the Imperial Horse Supervisor had been temporarily replaced by others, and now Jiang Feng was just a small Jinyi Wei Baihu, and the little officer who had no backer was naturally a big step away from Qingguo.

But none of the house slaves who followed Li Hechun who were very clear about these dared to say a cruel word, saying that you are waiting or something like that, and they were all shocked by Jiang Feng's fierce aura. No matter who they were just now, they would not doubt that if they said one more word, they would immediately be cut off by Jiang Feng with a knife.

With such a big movement at the door, the guests who were eating and drinking in the Huifeng Building were naturally very clear, and their entourage and coachman all went in to report the news.

There are white-bodied wealthy businessmen, such as these businessmen in Nancheng, who are doing business, and they immediately thought that Jiang Feng's backstage was over, and now that he broke the leg of the little prince of Qingguo Mansion, it would be as good as last time, so these people couldn't care about half of it, and they went downstairs to settle the bill and leave.

The current guests of Huifeng Lou are not only rich, but also some of them don't care about being implicated, drinking leisurely there, and Li Hechun broke his leg outside, but it was a joke about drinking.

"Qingguogong's youngest son is stupid like a pig and a dog, and he is really not as good as a generation."

"I think his grandfather will soon change from hereditary to replacement."

"I thought he would make some moves after enduring it for a year, but I didn't expect Zhang Yong to be unable to help but pop out as soon as he died, stupid, stupid."

Jiang Feng didn't know about these discussions outside, but the faces on the guys' tents were not very good-looking, and everyone's thoughts were similar, that is, what happened last time could be stopped by Zhang Yong's protection, but this time it may not be, Jiang Feng didn't say anything when he looked at this scene.

After the guests for lunch were all gone, Shopkeeper Wang walked up to Jiang Feng and asked cautiously:

"Owner, are we closing early?"

Jiang Feng was putting something in an envelope in the wine shop, and when he heard this, he slowly looked up at the shopkeeper Wang, and said calmly:

"Why is it closed, isn't business very good today?"

"But ......."

Seeing that the shopkeeper Wang wanted to speak and stopped, Jiang Feng sighed secretly in his heart, the shopkeeper Wang is a person with a family and an industry, and what he does for himself is to work and get money in a contractual relationship, which is also the reason why the shopkeeper Wang can never be regarded as his own person by Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng replied directly:

"Opening, Huifeng Building is open as usual."

Since the fourth year of Jiajing, the emperor's closest courtier is not the first assistant Yang Yiqing, not the great gift case, the current Hanlin master Zhang Xuan, nor Zhang Yong of the 12th regimental battalion, is not even different from the previous dynasties, nor is it the close eunuch Huang Jin who has been serving him.

But now Jinyi Weidu commands Lu Bing, the son of Emperor Jiajing's nurse. Between two extremely close young people who grew up together, there will always be some brotherly friendship in it.

The ministers and nobles inside and outside the Beijing Division naturally know this truth, and the power of Jinyiwei has also risen sharply, and Jinyiwei, who was pressed by Dongchang during the Zhengde years, gradually found a feeling.

Since this is the case, basically meat eaters know that it depends on the owner to beat a dog, Jiang Feng no matter what the background is, after all, he is a hundred households in Jinyi, if you want to deal with it, it is best to ask the commander Lu Binglu first, otherwise you will offend the emperor's closest minister, or the minister in charge of the eyes and ears of the world, and there will be endless troubles.

Lu Bing's mansion in the north city of Beijing, in the inner hall, Lu Bing sat in the middle, and there was a middle-aged man dressed as a literati next to him, Lu Bing held two posts in his hands, and said with a smile:

"Qing Guogong came to me with a post, saying that if I have nothing to do here, I will punish people."

The middle-aged scribe on the side gently shook the folding fan, owing his body to know that Lu Bing had not finished speaking, and did not interject, and sure enough, Lu Bing picked up an envelope again and said:

"Jiang Feng actually sent a letterhead, Mr. Liu, do you know what is in it, fifty percent of Huifeng Lou still has fifteen thousand taels of silver tickets, Mr. Liu, what do you think I should do on these two sides."

The scribe, known as Mr. Liu, closed the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile:

"Dutang, I have also read the accounts in the house, Huifeng Lou probably sent us 1,500 taels of silver here every month, and 2,000 taels per month four months ago, which is not a small amount."

Lu Bing let out a "hey", opened the envelope and took out the contract, and said in a low voice:

"I supervise the Quartet for the Son of Heaven, and some unclean silver is not convenient to receive in, Huifeng Lou is a serious restaurant and restaurant business, and it is difficult to make such a big business for him, fifty percent ......, there must be three or four thousand taels a month, right?"

Although Mr. Liu's face is silent, but he understands in his heart that his master is good at everything, but he is greedy for money, and now such a big fortune is sent up, and it will be pushed out there, but Mr. Liu himself is also amazed, fifteen thousand taels is a big deal, but fifty percent of Huifeng Lou is a treasure that lays golden eggs, it is a steady stream of money, and Jiang Feng, who gives gifts, is really bold.

Since Lord Dutang has already made up his mind to collect this money, why bother to say no, and there is no harm in receiving this money, Mr. Liu said with a smile:

"Dutang, this money really has to be collected?"

Lu Bing raised his eyebrows, his expression did not change, and there was an 'oh' sound, and Mr. Liu said to himself:

"Gonggong Zhang is a loyal martyr, and he has a good reputation in the military governor's mansion, if he follows the will of Qingguo Gong to punish Jiang Feng now, wouldn't it chill the minds of the people below, Dutang, you also know that when our brothers are on business, such things will inevitably ......"

"Jiang Feng can be regarded as brave and strategic, Zhang Yong falls, such a talent should not be let go, Mr. Trouble to reply to Qingguo Gong, just say that the young people are fighting for a while, and it is inevitable that there is no sense of proportion, so it is enough to ask Jiang Feng to pay some soup and silver."

This is also a reason to leave for himself, that Mr. Liu didn't say anything, but secretly thought in his heart that if Qingguo Gong was a son who doted on him, I am afraid the future would not be good.

After Qingguogong's family received Lu Bing's reply, they just felt that their whole body was soaked in the cool air, Qingguo Gong sat on the chair and thought for a long time, and found that there was nothing in the court to give him anger.

Li Hechun originally thought that he and Xiang Jing, the steward of the celebrant and eunuch, had been having fun together for a year, and they must have had a deep friendship, and there would be no problem in begging him to be angry.

Who would have thought that if they sent their family members to the other party, they simply ignored it and rejected it directly.

Many people in the Beijing Division are waiting to see the second smashing of Huifeng Tower in the Qingguo Mansion, and there are some standard idlers who are actually looking for a good position in the high places around Huifeng Tower, but they waited in vain for a night, disappointed, everyone is awe-inspiring, is there anyone else in the backstage behind Huifeng Lou except Zhang Yong?

The Qingguo Mansion finally realized that if he and Huifeng Lou continued to fight like this, I am afraid that they would not be able to make any cheapness, and the disgraced flag died down.

One day later, Huifeng Lou's business began to flourish even more, the hall downstairs was full of guests eating morning tea, some people especially wanted to wait until the owner Jiang Feng came out, so that he could come forward to say a few words, get close to a few words, the background is so mysterious and strong Jiang Feng is too attractive to others' curiosity.

However, Jiang Feng, who is tough and mysterious in the background in everyone's eyes, is talking secretly with people in a mansion behind him at the moment, but looking at the scene inside, it is not so much a secret conversation as a question, although the person who questioned him spoke unusually kindly and softly.

"You are about one hundred and fifty miles away from Jingshi, and there is a Zhuangzi, right?"

"There are more than 100 house slaves in the Zhuangzi, each of them has three horses, and they are covered in armor, firearms, and sharp blades, right?"

"You killed more than 200 Tartar horse bandits in the fifth floor village, but you didn't report it, right?"

"You have eight sea ships on the sea, and you are in the South Seas, right!!"

At this time, it was close to late autumn, and even if there was sunlight in the house in the morning, it was still a little cold, but at this time, Jiang Feng's forehead was full of cold sweat, his face was faintly pale, and his two hands kept rubbing the rings on his hands, nervous, and just stammered:

"Xiang Gonggong is saying that, humble office has always been loyal to the emperor, these illegal things ......"

Seeing the look on Jiang Feng's face, Xiang Xiang, who was sitting there, picked up the tea bowl that was already cold and took a sip gently, still with that kind smile and said softly:

"If the celebrant investigates you, there will always be a way to investigate you, Lord Jiang, these are all big crimes of killing your head!"

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