The highest value is 500,000 taels, and the receipt of the official of the Zhengliupin Prefecture.

In other words, the financier behind "faithfulness" is Zang Zhongsheng. There are no limits to the official positions that can be promised.

The financiers of "Jin Xin" should be: Sima and Jin Peixin of Hangzhou Mansion;

"Ge Xin" is naturally the director of the state government and Tian Jige.

But Jin Peixin and the officials below them are not competing for business with Zang Zhongsheng when they do this?

In fact, otherwise, the silver received in the end must have been Zang Zhongsheng's.

The purpose of opening a few more stores: it is also to allow customers to shop around.

Anyway, this kind of money is easy to come by, and there is no risk, more or less.

"They're having a good time. This ghost has a lot of ideas, tsk, when the time comes: it is not possible to investigate them for buying and selling official positions and accepting bribes. Peng Liang said with emotion.

Di Ying is also full of "emotion" about this.

"On the bright side, people are buying calligraphy and painting antiques, and people really can't say anything. Even if you say, "How can a fool spend so much money on such rotten goods?" People say: Lao Tzu is willing, can you manage it?

We really can't take care of it. In the past, there were officials who took bribes, at least the antiques were real.

Guests pay for antiques and then deliver them to officials' houses. And after a while, the officer received the money.

And this Hangzhou is really blatant. Not only is it rotten goods, but there is no need to return the good goods, so as to fall into the handle.

There is only one official name on the receipt, and even if I get it, it will not be able to become a testimony in court.

They are really arrogant, but they are not leaky. So they're so arrogant, I don't think there will be secret passages in those ancestral halls, at most there are some dark rooms.

Now that they're guarding me, the dark rooms are empty, and I don't have to search them.

And obviously, if I guessed correctly, I am afraid that many officials in the entire Jiangnan Province will be the leader of Zang Zhongsheng. These so-called antique shops are open to people from other states. ”

"And what are you going to do with those receipts? Those can't even light firewood. Peng Liang asked curiously.

Di Ying narrowed her eyes and smiled.

Peng Liang looked at the smile, shook his shoulders, and stopped asking.

Adults in his family won't do meaningless things.

But no one else will.

……

In the middle of the night, in the small courtyard, in the "rustle" of rain, several black-clothed people jumped in silently.

There is no moon tonight, and there is a light rain.

The darkness of the night obscured their figures, and the light rain obscured their steps.

In the small courtyard, Di Ying and Peng Liang were sleeping.

Aunt Du had already been secretly arranged by Peng Liang to go to other places, and the guards were also scattered all over the neighborhood.

Only here, only Di Ying and Peng Liang.

It's not even a year yet, but in the small courtyard of these two people, they haven't even lit a lantern.

After falling into the small courtyard, the black clothes and armor touched the door of the main house, and the black clothes bent down and stuck to the side of the main house under the window.

The other four men in black scattered in twos and pasted to the doors of the wings on the left and right.

Heiyi listened carefully, and heard the sound of even breathing coming from inside, obviously: the people inside were sleeping deeply.

"Squeak"

Black Yi let out a soft, rat-like signal.

Then, another rat cry sounded from under the window of the wing room on the left side of the courtyard.

This is the black cloth, and I also heard the sound of someone sleeping in the room over there.

The "rat chirp" was very slight, as if there were a few hungry rats calling for their companions in the dark of night.

With the shouting, several thin blades appeared silently, inserting into the cracks in the doors and windows of the main room and the wing room on the left.

Insert it, put it on the door or window latch, and flick it gently.

Unbeknownst to them, the rat cry had awakened Di Ying in the house.

Di Ying opened her eyes and her ears moved.

The night was unusually quiet, so quiet that nothing could be heard except the sound of the rain.

He moved slightly, and the bed made a slight creak.

It's quieter all around.

Di Ying's eyebrows were beating, and his intuition was: There are people outside.

He sat up suddenly, grabbed the teacup at the head of the bed, slammed it against the window, and shouted, "What is the noise? I don't sleep in the middle of the night! ”

"Click, click!"

The teacup hits the window frame and falls apart.

With the sudden appearance of these sounds, the sound of raindrops sliding down the tiles under the eaves of the verandah outside the house was slightly interrupted.

This made Di Ying sure that there was someone outside.

He felt the cold hairs on his back stand on end.

The comer is strong.

The loud noise produced by the abrupt did not alarm the other party to break in.

The number of visitors should not be large.

And when he first thought so.

"Bang!"

The door and window were kicked open at the same time, and three black shadows pounced on them.

Di Ying rolled into the bed in response.

This is the temporary residence of him and Peng Liang, and the furniture and things are quite simple.

This bed is not a stepping bed, but a bed board, and there is not even a mosquito net in winter.

For the Night Raider, it is simply a lot less complicated and troublesome.

As soon as he pounced on it, he raised his knife and slashed at the person rolling on the bed.

"Khooth!"

A long sword pierced through the horizontal stabbing and held the long knives of the three men in black.

The people in black weren't surprised.

This time, they came prepared, and even Peng Liang's martial arts path was very clear.

The knives in the hands of the two black-clothed men were wrapped around Peng Liang, who was holding the sword, and the other continued to chase Di Ying, who rolled from the bed board to the ground.

Di Ying was really embarrassed, and she didn't even have a chance to stand up.

The back of the bed was not far from the wall, it was empty, and there was nowhere to hide.

As soon as his back hit the ground, he pushed the wall and rolled backwards under the bed.

Three more men in black slashed in with knives.

When the black-clothed Yi saw the man rolling under the bed, he squatted down, stretched out his knife and stabbed him.

Everything happens too fast to have enough time to react.

The kung fu of the man in black is not weak, Peng Liang just cut one over, and was blocked by the three people who rushed in later.

Peng Liang's heart was in a hurry, and the sword momentum was like a splash of wind, stirring towards the enemy's blade.

Di Ying under the bed board was also anxious.

The bed board is not wide, about 1.5 meters.

And the height of the ground is not enough to support a figure like Di Ying to roll around underneath.

The knife that came in almost stabbed him.

Di Ying could only use her hands and feet at the same time, and then moved towards the end of the bed.

"Click!"

Among the people fighting on the bed and around the bed, I don't know who stepped on the bed board.

Another man in black screamed and fell.

Slammed into the bed.

Peng Liang fought hard to get injured and kicked the guy who couldn't die.

If you smash it again, the adults under the bed board should be squashed.

Di Ying's calf was indeed punctured by the wooden board that broke before.

He didn't care about the pain, so he took out the medicine powder from his waist with his left hand and sprinkled it out of the bed.

His right hand was not idle, and he also took out the antidote pill and put it in his mouth.

Another man in black let out a short cry of pain and fell to the ground.

Di Ying grabbed the bracket under the foot of the bed and tried her best to move her body towards the exit at the end of the bed.

Only one end of the plank was broken, and the end of Di Ying's calf was slightly pierced, and it was scraped through. Lengthen the wound continuously.