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In the city of Yangzhou, thousands of lights are lit up and dotted with stars. The bacon is fragrant, and in the cold wind, it does not seem to be mixed with the warmth of the stove.

Lin Lan was taken to a mansion. He glanced at Wang Yan, who was drinking tea, and said with a smile: "Father, the New Year is auspicious, he lives a long life, and he is as blessed as the East China Sea......"

"If you don't get angry with you, it's already as blessed as the East China Sea." Wang Yan took a sip of tea, shook his head and sighed.

There were only two people in the house, old and young.

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "What do you think that you will contact Yang Xinyong, a big salt lord?" Putting his life in danger! ”

"On the way, I met a tortured coolie, and his body was burned with gunpowder, so I really wanted to get rid of this scumbag."

Wang Yan chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Have you seen his cruel methods, but have you ever seen the invisible knife behind his back?" ”

Looking forward to the light shadow, Lin Lan raised his eyes and asked, "What does the eldest father mean by this?" ”

"This time, even if you take Yang Xinyong's lair, so what? The big tree behind him doesn't fall, and there are thousands of Yang Xinyong, what can you do? ”

Lin Lan frowned and said, "The paper shop in the south of the city should be controlled, right?" Catch Yang Xinyong and go up the vine, you should be able to get some clues, right? ”

"Hmph, it's too young. The paper shop in the south of the city was burned down today, and there was nothing left. ”

"There's a basement down there." Lin Lan said.

Wang Yan didn't seem surprised, and said, "So what? The building has long been empty. Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if Yang Xinyong is caught, even if tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of catties of illicit salt are found, so what? The Dajing Dynasty eats hundreds of millions of catties of salt every year, and for this huge number, it is only 10,000 catties or hundreds of thousands of catties, so what if you catch it? ”

Lin Lan was silent.

Smuggling has existed since ancient times, and there is no doubt that some people will take risks.

His initial move was not to serve the country loyally from the perspective of the imperial court. It's just out of sympathy and anger for people who are still suffering like Yun Xiaofan.

"So, Yang Xinyong's actions are all under your old man's nose?"

Wang Yan said: "You can say that, but it is not comprehensive. This Yang Xinyong is just a very small chess piece in the hands of some people, so he should give it up when he should give it up. ”

"There's no need to tell me this, it's getting late, if my father doesn't want to go back to the house with me for a meal, then he will leave." The identities of Wang Yan and the Lin family have never been disclosed, and few people know about the blood relationship at this level, after all, who would check what happened seventeen years ago.

Wang Yan rubbed the Taishi chair and said slowly: "Do you think that if you go back now, your father will give you a good face?" ”

"What do you mean?"

"Do you really think that your father is clean and clean, with a clean breeze on his sleeves? If that's the case, you're long overdue for the Northwest Wind. ”

Lin Lan frowned, sat back in his chair, and said, "What do you mean, my father and he also have something to do with the sale of this illicit salt?" ”

"Turn a blind eye, take some silver, and let it go. You have to understand that people who can cover the sky with one hand will never be stupid enough to sell salt with their own hands, and must have a huge network of connections. This time, there was an accident in the paper shop in the south of the city, and Gu Zizhang was completely your father's helper who had to go to find him. For the sake of you, it may be you, otherwise let your father touch the brows of some big people, with your father's character, it must be impossible to be stupid enough to do this. ”

Lin Lan only realized at this time how stupid it was to stab this matter to Lin Ruhai in the first place.

Wang Yan sat on the chair and said, "Don't be so reckless in the future. It's a balance that maintains a tacit understanding, and without enough certainty, all parties won't stir things up. This time, your father has broken the rules for you. ”

"Politics can make means. But the money exchanged for human lives can have a good conscience when it is spent? ”

"You're still young." Wang Yan squinted his eyes, he didn't want to flaunt anyone with good and evil, but directly measured things with interests and rights.

Lin Lan lifted her sleeves, squinted her eyes, stared at the candlelight blankly, and said, "I'm not small anymore." Yang Xinyong must die, and I will replace him, maybe one day, can really shake the tree with a mayfly? ”

Wang Yan looked at the scar on Lin Lan's arm and said, "What do you mean?" ”

"I'm now a close disciple of Yang Xinyong."

Wang Yan shook his head and said, "Do you want to be a salt lord?" After all, it's just a pawn. To blend into the core circle, at least you have to have capital, so you still have to go on a career path, and when you have enough capital, there will naturally be people who want to win you over. ”

Lin Lan got up and pulled down her sleeves.

"I will not give up. Salt owls, do the same. ”

As soon as the door opened, the wind was a little strong, and Wang Yansu trembled.

"I'm afraid that in the end, you will lose more. Ah Lan, this road is not easy to walk. ”

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Lin Lan wrapped his padded jacket tightly and rushed towards the Wuting Bridge.

He naturally understands that this road is not so easy to walk, just like Wei Xiaobao in the Lu Ding Ji, but when it is broken, it is broken, the road of the salt owl is just a means to approach those imperial gravediggers, and when it is necessary, Lin Lan will naturally not be merciful.

These are just to protect this clean sky, at least there is no room for sand in front of you. Yang Xinyong must die, and as for the way to not alarm the big people after death, or to break into their interior, that is to find another salt lord who can replace him.

At this point, Lin Lan could only believe in herself.

Who are the good guys?

Maybe everyone in the world has their own opinion on this issue. It's a pity that judging the gains and losses of interests in this world is far simpler and rude than judging a person's good or bad.

A gust of wind blew, and Lin Lan was hugged by a hand into the dark alley.

"You're hurt?"

"Yes."

Lin Lan saw the arrow on Hu Yanjun's shoulder, which had already broken off the arrow body outside the body, but the arrow was still in the middle.

Hu Yanjun raised his head, looked at the black sky, and muttered, "The paper in the south of the city is finished, and the master and a few senior brothers have cut off the news. ”

"Senior brother, we should worry about ourselves."

Hu Yanjun frowned and asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

Lin Lan squatted down and said slowly: "As soon as we got out of the paper shop in the south of the city, something big happened. If Master is arrested, then everything is fine, but if Master escapes, who do you think he will suspect the most? ”

Hu Yanjun was silent.

"You and I have been in the same carriage, so naturally it is impossible to betray the master, but is it clear to explain?"

"No, Master won't doubt us." Hu Yanjun's face was slightly ugly.

Lin Lan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Senior brother, wake up, Master will not let us go!" You know Master's methods. ”

Hu Yanjun fell silent again.

"Tell me, how are we going to prove our innocence?"

Lin Lan shook her head and said, "Master is suspicious, even if we are innocent, so what? Now, we have only one way to go. ”

"What?"

"Stand on your own!"