Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair, dressed in black, with white hair and a shawl, and was pushed by Ye Xiangdong and slowly stepped forward.

"My subordinates have seen the young hall master!" everyone stood up and saluted.

Ye Changsheng nodded expressionlessly, his eyes were cold, and he looked at Liu Jingye, the deputy hall master in front of the main seat.

Hong Yuntao was the mastermind behind the killing of his parents, and Liu Jingye, the deputy hall master, was the culprit who killed his parents.

When my father was refining the extraterrestrial meteorite, it was Liu Jingye who did his tricks and feet in the materials, which caused the furnace to burst.

This traitor, soon will pay the price, but not now.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, his gaze swept over the sledgehammer and the old woman's body, and finally looked at the young man in Chinese clothes holding the whip, the steward of the two courtyards of the Sword Casting Hall, Zhou Lei.

Zhou Lei hugged his fists and said: "Tell the young hall master, Wang Da Hammer stole the treasury property, and the stolen goods were obtained, and the evidence is ironclad, according to the regulations, you should break your legs and expel you from the Sword Casting Hall!"

As if he hadn't heard it, Ye Changsheng's cold gaze swept over the many high-level officials of the Sword Casting Hall.

Everywhere they looked, everyone bowed their heads humbly.

Changsheng sighed lightly in disappointment: "In the past few years, Sledgehammer has often taken some food from the Sword Casting Hall to help the villagers who have fled, and everyone here is in the know, and they haven't said anything. How is it that today, what you once acquiesced in to kindness has turned into stealing?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was even more ashamed.

The sledgehammer on the ground trembled his lips and let the tears flow down.

Zhou Lei pursed his lips and said proudly: "Young hall master, as the steward of the two courts, you naturally have to be conscientious, stealing is stealing, and rules are rules!"

Zhou Lei accepted the instructions of his uncle Hong Yuntao this time, that is, he wanted to use his identity as a steward to deal with the sledgehammer openly.

Without Wang Da Hammer, my uncle could arrange for others to push Ye Changsheng's wheelchair, and while monitoring Ye Changsheng, he could also spy on the secrets of the Ye family's treasure room.

Therefore, as long as the goal can be achieved, what if you offend the young hall master, anyway, this young hall master has long been unworthy of the name.

Casting Sword Hall, sooner or later, it is my Hong family's.

Thinking in his heart, Zhou Lei's confidence is more sufficient, and his waist is straighter.

Ye Changsheng looked at the invincible Zhou Lei and said with a smile: "Rules? ”

His gaze turned cold, and he said lightly: "In March last year, you bought thirty tons of coke from Sedum Commercial Bank and received a kickback of three thousand taels of silver, but is there such a thing?"

"Last June, the medicinal materials you purchased from the Rejuvenation Hall were shoddy, causing the molten iron smelting of the three blast furnaces to fail, can this happen?"

"In February this year, you enlarged the bellies of the two maids, not only deducted their wages, but also kicked them out of the Sword Casting Hall, can this happen?"

Ye Changsheng sneered: "Zhou Lei, according to your so-called rules, how should you be punished if you commit these things?"

Zhou Lei's eyes were full of horror, and he blushed and shouted thickly: "Slander, this is slander!"

Ye Changsheng said coldly: "You can't hold back your face, if it weren't for the face of the uncle, Zhou Lei, do you think you are a scumbag, and you are still qualified to stand in front of me, what rules do you talk to me?"

Scum?

You dare to call me scum?!

Zhou Lei was so angry that he trembled, and his chest was about to burst.

Ye Changsheng's eyes full of ridicule and disdain, and the disdainful gaze of others, made him full of shame.

Under the anger in his heart, Zhou Lei roared angrily: "Ye Changsheng, you are looking for death!"

He raised the whip in his hand violently and whipped it towards Ye Changsheng.

"Don't!" exclaimed everyone in the hall.

"Presumptuous!" Ye Xiangdong, who was standing on the periphery, was dumbfounded, but it was too late to stop it.

Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair, looking at Zhou Lei who pounced, his eyes condensed slightly.

A soul ray that had been condensed a long time ago was released in an instant, piercing into Zhou Lei's eyebrows with precision.

Soul Piercing!

"Boom!"

Zhou Lei roared in his mind, his body lost control, poofed, and fell to his knees on the ground.

Changsheng grabbed the flying braid with his hand, and with a slight force, he snatched the whip.

Looking at Zhou Lei, who was still in a trance, his eyes were full of coldness, and he raised his whip and whipped it towards Zhou Lei.

"Smack!"

From the corner of Zhou Lei's eyes to his chin, a terrifying whip mark suddenly appeared, and blood splattered out of the cracked wound.

Before Zhou Lei could react, the second whip slammed his head, causing him to fall into dizziness again.

"Stop!" Hong Yuntao, who walked into the hall, said loudly.

"Smack!" Ye Changsheng's whip fell again and slapped on Zhou Lei's face.

Whip after whip.

Ye Changsheng's expression was indifferent, and he waved his whip mechanically.

Zhou Lei rolled on the ground with his head in his hands, and soon turned into a blood gourd.

If you continue to fight, you will be killed.

Deputy Hall Master Liu Jingye's face turned pale, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and stepped forward and said, "Young Hall Master, Steward Zhou is the nephew of Lord Hong Zhuang after all, you see ......"

"The surname of the Sword Casting Hall is Ye, not Hong!" Ye Changsheng roared, and everyone's hearts trembled!

Liu Jingye was so frightened that he took two steps back, and his face was blue and purple.

Hong Yuntao's face was pale, and a fierce killing intent flashed in his eyes.

Ye Changsheng casually threw the whip on the ground, took out a white handkerchief, and wiped the blood on his face.

This handkerchief was given to him by Wan'er, and there were two mandarin ducks embroidered on it.

The blood-stained mandarin duck floated down, Ye Changsheng looked at Zhou Lei, who was dying, and said coldly: "Remember, what my Ye family gave you, you can take it, if you don't give it to you, you can't take anything!"

Although these words were said to Zhou Lei, they made many people feel horrified, and Hong Yuntao's heart also jumped suddenly.

The hall fell silent again, and Ye Changsheng said with a tired face: "I'm tired, from tomorrow, Deputy Hall Master Liu will succeed as the Hall Master of Sword Casting Hall." ”

"Young Hall Master!"

"Immortal nephew!"

Everyone looked at Ye Changsheng with a shocked expression, suspecting that their ears had heard it wrong.

Ye Changsheng turned his wheelchair and said to Hong Yuntao: "The Sword Casting Hall needs someone who is attentive to take care of it, so that I can concentrate on sword casting. Shibo, I want you to help me a lot in the future. ”

Hong Yuntao felt a wave of ecstasy in his heart, pretended to be entangled for a moment, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, let Shibo help you take care of it, and you can cast your sword with peace of mind." ”

"Young hall master, think twice, the Sword Casting Hall is the old hall master's life's work!" Lu Wanfang and several other old people of the Ye family were shocked, and they knelt on the ground one after another, and persuaded loudly.

Ye Changsheng felt a warmth in his heart, and smiled slightly: "Grandpa Lu, you all watched me grow up, you must not want to see me live so hard, right?" Changsheng has decided to open a store, which is called Wenjian Hall, if you want, come over to help Changsheng." ”

Lu Wanfang burst into tears and nodded vigorously: "Let's go with the young hall master, we are born as members of the Ye family, and death is the ghost of the Ye family!"

In the past three years, Lu Wanfang and their die-hard factions of the Ye family have been ostracized and suppressed, and they can only watch the power fall.

The Sword Casting Hall is no longer the Sword Casting Hall of the year.

Rather than being disliked here, it is better to follow the young hall master to save that nest.

They actually understood that the young hall master did this in order to settle the old people like them, which was also the best way to avoid conflict with the Red Leaf Villa.

Hong Yuntao listened on the sidelines, and his heart was inexplicably relieved.

When he proposed that Changsheng open an arms shop, he didn't have any good intentions.

Since Ye Changsheng took the initiative to bring it up, he couldn't ask for it.

Hong Yuntao is not worried about raising tigers at all.

With the rudimentary equipment in the backyard of the Ye Mansion, it is okay to make a small fuss, and it is impossible to form a scale at all.

In the final analysis, if you ask the future development of the Sword Hall, you still have to rely on the Sword Casting Hall, and you still have to look at his Hong Yuntao's face.

Ye Changsheng looked at Hong Yuntao and said, "Shibo, a few days ago, the treasurer of the county guard mansion came to visit and entrusted us to cast a sword, and I took the order, and I received it in the name of Ask Sword Hall. ”

Hong Yuntao couldn't help frowning, and then said happily: "That's fine, if we can get the approval of the county guard, it will also be a good thing for us." ”

The Sword Casting Hall casts swords for the River Yamen, and the Sword Hall casts swords for the county guard's mansion, but in fact, there is nothing to worry about.

Isn't it time for a businessman to be left and right?

Hong Yuntao's harvest today is already very big, and he can't make a bad deal with Ye Changsheng for this little thing.

Seeing that Hong Yuntao did not object, Ye Changsheng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He paid such a big price just to bring the old people of the Ye family home smoothly.

Grandpa Lu, these loyal old men, are far more important than an empty shell.

There were only more than forty people who were willing to follow Ye Changsheng back to Ye Mansion, and most of them were old people like Lu Wanfang and Feng Laokun who followed the old hall master in their early years.

In just one day, the vacancies left by these people were quickly filled, which had the meaning of a son of heaven and a courtier.

Nominally, the Sword Casting Hall is still the Ye family's industry, but the discerning people know very well that the Sword Casting Hall has changed.

At dusk, the carriages drove out of the gate of the Sword Casting Hall, and the old people of the Ye family who left looked back at the buildings in the twilight from time to time, with tears in their eyes, full of reluctance.

As he walked away, Ye Changsheng lowered the curtain of the carriage and muttered, "Father, it won't be too long, Changsheng will come back." ”