He pretended to be surprised and pointed to the ground: "Hey, you dropped this money bag, my lord?"

"Yo, really. ”

The two showed a tacit smile and a 'I am optimistic about you' expression, lowered their heads to pick up the money bag, and waved their hands at him: "Get out." ”

"Thank you, thank you, sir. Hao Xinghe left here with a dry smile.

When he came to the inn, he quickly asked for an upper room, and through the window of the room, he could clearly see the spring breeze drizzle building not far away, which had been reduced to charred ruins......

That Yan delirium...... What exactly did he do?

Hao Xinghe had a gloomy face, standing at the window, looking at the ruins from afar, with a very complicated mood.

Hao Xinghe, who thought he was getting out, didn't know the conversation between the two Jinyi guards after he left.

"Shall we let him go?" said one of them, weighing the money bag, leaning against the mouth of the alley.

The other person sneered, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Hehe, do you think he is fine? This is ten taels of silver, ordinary people can take it out casually? This person definitely has a secret." ”

The man with the purse patted his companion on the shoulder and quickly left. "He's come in to the Fu Inn, I'll go back and report to the adults first, and you can contact the informant here. ”

Informants, in fact, even if they are the chess pieces of Jinyiwei's intelligence network, they are distributed all over the world, with different identities, and they are passed down from generation to generation, and some will not be used for the rest of their lives.

Up to the princes and ministers, down to the common people in the market. All walks of life, everywhere, have their shadows.

This is Jinyiwei, a spy organization that has supervised the world for hundreds of years.

Although it has gradually declined, the remaining heritage is still so strong that it is trembling.

"Lord Jiang is looking for you. The little eunuch came to Yan Yu's house and said.

"Lead the way. Yan Yu wiped the sweat oozing from sword practice and said lightly.

It wasn't Shen Yi who came this time, and he didn't know the other party, but on the way, he said a few words to him.

When he arrived at the East Factory, the little eunuch confessed and went to work on other things.

Yan Yu clenched his fists at Jiang Yi: "My lord, I don't know what to do with me?"

Jiang Yi smiled: "You did a good job in this matter." The Holy One put down his words and asked me to promote you. Say, what do you want?"

"House!" Yan Yu blurted out two words without hesitation.

“......”

The corners of Jiang Yi's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but stare at Yan Yu, as if he was very surprised by his choice. "Why don't you want to be promoted?"

"Uh......"

Yan Yu scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "My lord, I am not suitable for officialdom, it is still suitable for me to fight and kill, and besides, my house is now broken, as soon as you ask me, I won't ...... Hehe. ”

Jiang Yi was also speechless.

He found that Yan Yu was a person with an active brain, a very far-sighted vision, and a very strong kung fu, but this political consciousness was really a bit bad, no wonder he couldn't mix up in Jinyiwei.

To put it mildly, this grandson is just unproductive, unambitious, idealistic, and ambitious.

Now Jinyiwei is a group of old oilers, he has no backers, no background, and he is not a character who tends to be inflammatory.

I haven't read a book, I've never been to school, and with his unproductive cowardice, it's reasonable to be bullied......

But then again, people like Yan Yu like their bosses like them.

You see...... I don't want to be in a position, I have a shrewd mind, I am quick, and I only pursue material things.

This Nima is put in modern society, and no one wants it, after all, modern society is full of a group of sand sculpture bosses who paint big cakes with you, spray the future, and turn their faces immediately when it comes to money.

But in this feudal society, tsk, Yan Yuke is a rare talent.

After all, everyone likes subordinates who are quick to do things, especially if the other party has strength, but they can't threaten you.

Is there a shortage of money?

Even if Jinyiwei is short of money, the East Factory will not be short.

Therefore, the more Jiang Yi looked at Yan Yu, the more satisfied he felt.

Jiang Yi sighed helplessly, with a complicated feeling of hating iron and not steel. "If you have the strength, you have to sit where you should be sitting. The boy has made great achievements and has ambitions in all directions. Look at your virtue!"

"My lord, when we were young, we had a hard time. Therefore...... "Yan Yu is very dead-eyed, and he wants a house if he recognizes it, but if it doesn't work, you can accept it with cash."

",,. Jiang Yi kicked him on the ass, his face full of disgust.

Seeing him standing there aggrievedly, Jiang Yi shook his head helplessly and threw him a title deed: "The villa outside the capital is yours, don't be in a hurry to leave, go inside to report, you are now a servant and are qualified to leave a statue." ”

"Is it a subordinate manager?" Yan Yu rubbed his hands, a little nervous.

The corners of Jiang Yi's mouth twitched: "No matter." I don't care about you, it's just that your official rank is promoted, and you still do your old job. ”

"That's a good idea, thank you. Yan Yu put away the title deed and left here.

Jiang Yi looked at his back, his mood was very complicated, and he sighed for a long time: "...... There's a long way to go. ”

Yan Yu, this kid, probably didn't know that he had entered the eyes of the saint, but this time it was ordered by the emperor himself, if nothing else, this guy will definitely go up.

But look at the way he looks now......

Jiang Yi felt that it was better to cultivate him slowly, after all, everyone had to have a growth process.

Then again......

The so-called portrait is similar to a ID photo.

But now I don't have a camera, so I naturally rely on artists to paint.

This kind of portrait, after it is done, will be hung in the East Factory, and the detailed information of Yan Yu will also be included.

It is considered archival information of ancient times.

Under the guidance of the painter, Yan Yu changed his clothes and sat on a chair with a golden knife, which lasted for two hours, until the sky became dark, and he was completely finished.

With a sore back, he felt that sitting here was more uncomfortable than fighting with others. When I got home, I didn't even bother to take off my clothes, so I went straight to the bed and fell asleep.

Bang...... Thunder rolled.

"It's raining again...... Huh?"

Yan Yu's pupils shrank, slapped the bed and got up, raised his sword and jumped off the bed. Looking at the roof in disbelief.

The next moment, in vain, the bricks and tiles cracked, the beams of the house shattered, and a black shadow fell from the middle, hitting the bed, and burying it with the pouring bricks and tiles.

"Jin Yiwei. The Han sword was thrown out, accurately pierced into the iron ring of the waist card on the table, and then flew into Yan Yu's hand.

Two men then got out of the big hole in the house and fell to the ground to confront each other. One of his people wearing a flying fish suit tilted his head towards Yan Yu: "The government is doing things, and the idlers are scattered...... Huh?"

When he saw the outfit on Yan Yu's body, he didn't want to be a little stunned.

Yan Yu threw the waist card to him, took three steps, and came to this person, his eyes flickering, looking at this young man.

"Who is he?" he asked.

Crawling out of the ruins, Jinyiwei, who was holding his chest, said weakly: "We inspected the Spring Breeze Drizzle Building today and found that this person was standing on the side of the road, looking at the ruins for a long time.

We thought that this person might have something to do with the group of killers, so we stepped forward to interrogate. was fooled by his answer, but then the informant came to report that this person was in the inn and inquired about the news of the Spring Breeze Drizzle Building.

That's why we rushed to arrest him for interrogation, and by the way, to check his background, I never thought that this person was extraordinary, and more than a dozen of our brothers are now seriously injured......"

"Spring breeze, drizzle building?" Yan Yu muttered, gestured to the two of them, and took the waist card by the way: "One person will go to Dongchang to summon the news, and the other person will take care of the injured brothers." ”

"Yes, Lord Yan. The two glanced at each other, carried the embroidered spring knife, and staggered open the door and left here.