When the sky was about to dawn, the beggar leader and several of his subordinates returned to the fairy temple, and brought back sacks, mats and other things.

Kicking the two beggars awake and asking them to get up and cook on the fire, the beggar pointed to the sacks, mats and other things, and said, "Just burn these things for cooking, and you don't need any firewood." ”

There are hundreds of beggars in the temple of the gods, and the iron pot used to cook rice is not smaller than a round table, these two beggars wash rice and put a few firewoods on the stove, and then stuff sacks, mats and other things into the stove. The beggars sat at a distance with the beggars, talking casually.

"Boss, after a long time, it turned out that the deal was settled together." After throwing the blacksmith Zhou into the courtyard wall of the Shangjing Daily, everyone quickly dispersed and returned, some doubts were hidden in their hearts, and before they had time to ask, a beggar couldn't help but say at this time.

"Well, it's all solved, so you don't have to worry about it." The beggar, apparently complacent about his decision, leaned against the wall, stretched out his legs, and said lazily.

“…… But the employer only asked us to get the body of a beggar who had just died and throw it into the office of the Shangjing Daily, and said that we should do as he said anyway, and we would do it...... Isn't it...... Isn't it ......?" the beggar asked, looking at his head, hesitantly.

"Isn't it?"

"Isn't it...... Didn't you smash your own signboard? ”

"Phew!" When the beggar heard the fire, he flicked his back, sat up straight again, pointed at the beggar, and said, "What do you know?" Although in the past few days, Lao Tzu can always find the body of a beggar who has just died for him, and every few days in the Guanglufang area of Beicheng, there are beggars who die of hunger and illness, but how can it be cheaper to throw away the blacksmith this week?

“…… It's not hard to guess! This employer is nothing more than trying to blame the trouble, either the Beijing Daily or the Zhang Guanren of this house, but he is worried that it will be out of control, so he asked us to find a beggar's corpse, although it is also a human life, but it is always a cheap life. What's different about Blacksmith this week? It's also a cheap life! Besides, this guy is very pickled, the neighborhood looks sideways, and the government doesn't like it, but everyone applauds when he dies...... Entering the mother, you say, what's wrong with throwing the blacksmith's body into this week? ”

When the beggar heard him say this, he laughed, but after a little thought, he couldn't help but be a little convinced.

The beggar said angrily, "On weekdays, it is true to say that you don't have long brains!" Let me tell you, Lao Tzu did this, not only will the employer not blame, but also have to thank Lao Tzu. After all, Blacksmith Zhou has a name and a surname, this employer wants to blame and make some noise, naturally it is still as good as Blacksmith Zhou, how can a beggar compare with him? ”

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……

At the hour when the beggar of the Xicheng Immortal Temple blew his beard and stared at his eyes to teach his subordinates.

The Shangjing Daily office in Beicheng is already in chaos.

Although the place where Blacksmith Zhou's body was surrounded by people on the inner and outer three floors, the housekeeper Zhang Rong still raised his voice and shouted loudly, "Someone! Someone! It made the people around him want to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

He was completely frightened, and it was just dawn, and he got up as usual to inspect it, but he actually bumped into the corpse at the east courtyard wall, and immediately began to shout incessantly.

"Shut up!"

At this time, Zhang Zhong, who heard the news from the second gate, hurried over, and when he saw Steward Zhang's appearance of not possessing his body, he couldn't help but scold angrily.

Zhang Rong was excited, looked at the old man in a daze, and finally stopped shouting.

After a while, he cautiously asked, "Master, what should I do about this?" ”

"What else can I do?" Zhang Zhongtie blushed and said, "Hurry up and report to the official!" ”

"Yes!" After getting the master's orders, Zhang Rong immediately got busy, sent people, prepared a car, and went to the Yamen of Wanping County to report the case.

The two counties of the capital are attached to Guo, one is Wanping, the other is Daxing, with the north and south central axis as the boundary, the east is Daxing, the west is Wanping, Zhang Zhong's house is in the position of the west of the central axis, so it belongs to the jurisdiction of Wanping.

After Steward Zhang went to Wanping County, Zhang Zhong looked at the body of Blacksmith Zhou on the side of the courtyard wall, irritable and restless.

He had never seen this deceased, he was definitely not a person in his house, nor was he an employee of a newspaper, how could he die in his house?

Now that Shangjing Daily is at the beginning of its publication, it is very busy, but it has such a life lawsuit, which really kills him!

It's a tricky matter...... Qian Dongming's brother is on an errand in the Terracotta Division, although he is on the side of the Terracotta Division in Dongcheng, but he belongs to the same big yamen, so he can always speak?

Zhang Zhong frowned, thinking of the characters who could help in this matter, first thought of Qian Dongming's brother who was on an errand in the Dongcheng Soldiers and Horses Division, and then quickly thought of a person, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly looked at the surrounding onlookers, and his eyes fell on a middle-aged man wearing a jujube-colored robe, "Steward Yu, take my name post, go to Ji Mansion on Yuhuang Street in Nancheng, please come to Ji Gongzi, go quickly!" ”

Steward Yu answered and went immediately.

Zhang Zhong was in a slightly calm mood at this time, two housekeepers, one went to the county government to report to the official, and the other went to the Ji Mansion to invite Ji Qian to come, everything that should be done was done, and Ji Qian, the son of the official eunuch, was accommodating, and he would give some face to the official office, so as not to cause too much trouble.

Speaking of which, this Ji Qian and Ji Gongzi became a shareholder of the newspaper, which is a great blessing for the newspaper.

Thinking with emotion, Zhang Zhong went to the gatehouse, ready to greet the county officials who came.

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……

When the hour came to the end of the morning (nine o'clock in the morning), Ye Mingcheng came to Jia Wei's advertising director's office.

The clerk Lu Wenchong knew that he was the president's confidant, and as usual, he didn't stop him, and directly let him into the inner room.

"Second master, last night the immortal temple moved there, early this morning, Shangjing Daily went to Wanping County Yamen to report to the official, and then Wanping County Yamen informed the Beicheng Terracotta Division, and the Beicheng Terracotta Division also went to the Shangjing Daily to handle the case...... Oh, that Ji Qian has also arrived, and he is negotiating with the messengers......"

As soon as he sat down in front of the table, Ye Mingcheng couldn't wait to report the matter to Jia Wei.

Jia Wei listened while pouring tea himself.

For the past few days, he has been waiting for this to happen, and now it has finally happened, which can be regarded as the prelude.

This was followed by a series of actions to ensure the realization of the intention and force the Shangjing Daily to suspend its publication.

He didn't care about Ji Qian's accommodation with the official office, no matter how accommodating the other party was, even if it didn't cause any trouble in the lawsuit to the Shangjing Daily, it was not what he cared about, and the chess he wanted to play was not here.

"Well, you have done a good job in this matter, I still have something to tell you, and you should do it as soon as possible...... Come, take a sip of tea first, and then it's not too late. After hearing this, Jia Wei smiled on his face and beckoned Ye Mingcheng to eat tea.

was greeting him like this, but seeing Ye Mingcheng's expression with uneasiness, he didn't reach out to take the teacup, so he couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Seeing the question, Ye Mingcheng lowered his head and said in a snort, "Second master, in fact, this matter is a small mess, and the Immortal Temple did not do what we asked, but directly killed one person and threw it into the Shangjing Daily...... This matter is all to blame for the small one's poor handling, the second master, you have to beat and punish, and the little one has nothing to say...... Fucking beggar, he promised well, and he actually messed around......"

"What?"

Jia Wei blurted out, his face suddenly solemnized.

The two stern gazes also immediately turned to Ye Mingcheng.

This matter was prepared by Ye Mingcheng secretly, and if anything went wrong, no matter what the reason was, Ye Mingcheng was naturally responsible.

Unable to withstand the pressure of Jia Wei's gaze, Ye Mingcheng knelt down with a plop.

"Get up." After a while, Jia Wei finally spoke, although his gaze was no longer stern, his expression was still solemn, "You go and inquire again immediately, who is the person who was killed, inquire clearly, and come back to report!" ”

Ye Mingcheng turned around and walked out of the house.

Jia Wei walked out from behind the desk, paced back and forth in the office room with his hands behind his back.

This sudden situation caught him off guard.

Only after Ye Mingcheng brought back the news did he make a decision, and for now he could only press the next action temporarily.

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