Chapter 209: The money village asks for accounts

One of the men in black sneered: "Hua Zibin, this is the rule of our money bank, if you don't pay it back, you have to pay it back." ”

"I'm a government official, am I still afraid of you?" Hua Zibin said distressedly: "When I borrowed money, you all deducted two taels of silver from me, and now you want me to pay back two taels of silver, what is the reason?" ”

Now Hua Zibin even has the heart to kill, four taels of silver, that's his salary for three months, how can he accept it?

After eating, Hua Zibin went to the money village and returned the twenty taels of silver, thinking that he hadn't borrowed for a long time, and he was a clerk in the government, so he shouldn't have to pay interest.

Unexpectedly, Qian Zhuang not only did not repay the interest of the two taels of silver, but also asked him to give him another interest on the two taels of silver, why didn't he know to be angry?

The man in black sneered: "Hua Zibin, it is written in black and white that even if you borrow a stick of incense, you will have to repay a month's interest." ”

"Didn't you already take my two taels of silver as interest? Why do you want to deduct two taels of silver from me? Hua Zibin shouted.

"There are two taels of silver for the middle fee, which is written in the contract, and you have signed and painted it yourself." The man in black took out a note and showed it to Hua Zibin.

When Hua Zibin saw the terms inside, his face changed greatly.

Because Song Wenjian had already gone to Leiyang Restaurant at that time, Hua Zibin was afraid that Song Wenjian and them would wait too long, so he hurriedly drew a charge and ran over with the silver, and did not carefully read the terms inside.

Borrowing 20 taels of silver costs 2 taels of silver for an intermediate fee, and 2 taels of interest a month, which is 20 taels for 10 months, which is already borrowing one and repaying two.

The man in black sneered and put the note away: "How is it?" Hua Zibin, we didn't lie to you, did we? Whether you want to borrow money or not is your own business, but if you borrow it and sign it, then you have to do it according to the contract. Even if we go to the government to fight a lawsuit in this matter, we are not afraid. ”

"More than ten years ago, you were Xiucai, but after so many years, you are still Xiucai. You lost your father when you were a child, your mother raised you, you have no backstage relationship, and if you don't pay back, you will go to jail. The man in black laughed at Hua Zibin.

They also have to look at the people who collect the money they borrow, and a small official like Hua Zibin is not a big deal if he is killed.

The relationship between their lord is deep, even if it is a big official in the government, he has a good relationship with the lord.

"I don't have that much money right now." Hua Zibin shook his head.

"Hmph, do you want to pay the bill?" The man in black behind rushed up and punched Hua Zibin twice, knocking him to the ground. "I think you don't want to eat a toast, and you want to eat a penalty drink."

"Stop." Song Wenjian screamed and rushed up.

Seeing that Song Wenjian was about to make a move, Da Niu hurriedly ran up to stop the two men in black, lest they hurt Song Wenjian.

When the two men saw that Song Wenjian and they had a few people, they didn't dare to hit Hua Zibin. "Hua Zibin, our master said, seeing that you are a bureaucrat, I will give you tolerance for a day or two, and after three days, if you don't pay back the money, then don't blame us for being polite."

After saying that, the two men in black walked away.

Song Wenjian frowned and looked at Hua Zibin: "Hua Zibin, how do you borrow usury?" ”

"I, I don't want to." Hua Zibin cried out in pain.

"You've disappointed me a little." Song Wenjian felt that Hua Zibin was a bit honest and was ready to use him, but he didn't expect to see Hua Zibin borrowing usurious money today.

Jian Yuping walked over and said, "Hua Zibin, why do you want to borrow usury?" Hurry up and tell the young master the reason for the matter, otherwise, you will have no way out in the future. ”

When he was eating and drinking just now, Jian Yuping felt that Hua Zibin was a good person, but now he was also disappointed.

Hua Zibin saw that Song Wenjian was angry, and hurriedly said: "Lord Song, you said that you were going to Leiyang Restaurant for dinner, I thought about inviting you, and I didn't have so much money on me, so I went to the place where I borrowed usury from Qianzhuang to borrow money." ”

Song Wenjian heard Hua Zibin say this, and his face softened a lot.

He blamed Hua Zibin for being wrong, the boss was a new official, and his subordinates wanted to invite their boss to dinner, which was understandable.

"Yu Ping, you go and talk to that money dealer and ask them to stop collecting Zibin's money." Song Wenjian said.

"Yes, young master." Jian Yuping said.

The young master is also an official of Leizhou Mansion, and he is a gentleman, and those businessmen should give face.

"Let's go, Zibin, let's go back inside, I still have something I want to work hard for you, so don't worry about the money." Song Wenjian said: "And don't be so stupid in the future, borrow usury money to please me, you shouldn't be." I don't want your money, as long as you can do things with me faithfully, and you have your benefits. ”

"Yes, yes, my lord, I will be your person from now on, and I will have no two hearts." Hua Zibin said hurriedly.

Hua Zibin was also afraid that Song Wenjian would have something to do if he beat Shen Chunman, but he asked people to go to the yamen to inquire, and it seemed that the matter was over, and Shen Chunman had to compensate Song Wenjian for their losses.

Now Song Wenjian has carried the usurious money for him, which makes Hua Zibin very moved.

Ordinary officials think about bullying their subordinates' money, how can they think about their subordinates.

Like Song Wenjian, I don't want him to invite him to dinner, he has an accident, and he still wants to help him settle it.

Such a good boss, if he doesn't follow and work hard, is there any reason?

Song Wenjian took Hua Zibin back to the public house of the Seng Gang Division, and asked Hua Zibin to take out all the materials of Gaoshan Temple, and then sorted them out according to his requirements.

Then Song Wenjian called Dai Wang in: "Dai Wang, can you understand the information here?" ”

"Young master, I'm not very literate." Dai Wang shook his head and said.

"Ugh." Song Wenjian sighed.

Now there are not many people in his team who are literate, which is their shortcoming.

It seems that they have to invite someone to come over at night to teach Dai Wang to read Braille, otherwise they will suffer in the future.

A subordinate like Hua Zibin, who was born in a show, is very good, there is no backstage, cultivate the other party well, let the other party get benefits, and the other party will follow him closely.

"So be it." Song Wenjian whispered in Dai Wang's ear.

After a moment, Dai Wang shouted excitedly: "Young Master, we will do this, we are experts." ”

"Alright, you guys go ahead and do it, we're going to get to work tomorrow." Song Wenjian said with a smile.

Dai Wang: They were brought over by Song Wenjian, so Song Wenjian was going to let them be the little officials of the Monk Gangsi.

The small officials in the government are also divided into several types, and now Dai Wang and their small officials, the government does not pay their salaries, and is issued by Song Wenjian.

Dai Wang: All they have is the identity of the Sangha Division, so it is convenient to do things.

In the evening, the monk was already on duty, but Hua Zibin was still copying the information of Gaoshan Temple in the public room.

Song Wenjian walked over and asked, "Zibin, it's already dark, you go back first, and come back tomorrow." ”

"No, my lord, there are still some materials that have been copied, you will use them tomorrow morning, and I will copy them before leaving." When Hua Zibin wanted to look for candles, he found that there were no candles because the monk had never worked overtime at night.