"Who else is not convinced?"

Ji Chen's sharp eyes looked at all the officials.

All the people bowed their heads, and no one dared to speak.

"Since I don't have any opinions, then I'll say a few words."

"I'm a person who likes to go straight, I don't like to play with yin, and I don't like people to threaten me."

"Don't try to reason with me, my word is reason, and the knife in my hand is reason."

"I was able to mix from a powerless scholar to my current position, not by reason, nor by luck, but by the knife in my hand."

"Truth and justice are not played with words, but cut by knives."

"I'm going to make three rules from today."

"First, obedience!"

"The second is obedience!"

"Third, it's still her mother's obedience!"

"I have only one requirement to be the head of the team, and that is absolute obedience, understood!"

"Understood!"

Everyone replied in unison.

It's all at this time, and who else dares to object.

Including those old Zhou parties, no one dared to say a word.

They kind of saw that this guy was a madman.

You go and reason with a madman, go against the grain, go crazy! I still don't want to live anymore!

In this way, Ji Chen killed chickens and monkeys, and instantly integrated the soap class of the servants.

"Clean up these two bodies, leave half of them to guard the mansion, and the other half of them will follow me to Da Nan Street to investigate the disappearance of Zhao Bantou. Ding Gongbo came to arrange the specific things, and set off after a cup of tea. ”

"Don't worry, my lord, my humble duty lives up to my expectations!"

Ding Gongbo's heart was surging, with a hint of red light on his face, he knew that he had made the right bet.

His gaze began to grow determined, and at the same time there was a flash of imperceptible ferocity.

The eyes of the officials looking at Ding Gongbo were also very complicated, this young man who had been bullied by them was now rising.

Ji Chen sat on the chair and did not speak again, and the whole process was arranged by Ding Gongbo.

It just so happens that he also needs such a person, after all, his mind is not in this class, and he can't do everything himself.

Since Ding Gongbo intends to get closer, then support him, as for whether he will be backstabbed, Ji Chen is not worried, as long as he has a day above him, he will respect himself as God.

This is the absolute effect of great strength.

Ding Gongbo went to the side to get a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and then personally studied ink for Ji Chen.

After grinding the ink, the brush was dipped in ink, and he handed it to Ji Chen with both hands.

"Your Excellency, please!"

"Have you read a book?"

Ji Chen took the pen and asked by the way.

From Ding Gongbo's series of actions, it can be seen that he has read books, the ink is even, and the dipping pen is full, so that he will not cut the volume when he writes.

"I was born in the ninety-third year of Great Xia, and because of my poor family, I had to give up literature and martial arts."

Ding Gongbo said as he helped lay out the paper roll and pressed it with a ruler.

"The imperial court does not limit the age of scientific research, and it is not necessarily a good thing to be a late bloomer.

Ji Chen said, and by the way, he wrote a public post on the scroll of paper.

There are two people, Zhou and Liu, who committed the following crimes, stabbed Shangguan with a knife, and were killed on the spot.

Ding Gongbo's eyes lit up, "My lord, good words!" ”

As a person who had been admitted to Tongsheng, he could see at a glance that Ji Chen's characters were unique and beautiful, and they were completely different from any font he had ever seen.

After Ji Chen finished writing, he put down the pen, dried it a little with true qi, and then handed it to Ding Gongbo.

"Take it and go to the county magistrate to sign it, and allocate a little settling-in allowance for the two of them."

Ding Gongbo took the post with both hands, carefully held it, and walked out of the soap class room.

When the prefectural order is fine, they usually stay in the study.

When Ding Gongbo gave him the post, his eyes also lit up.

"Good word!"

When he picked up the brush and was about to sign, he was suddenly stunned, followed by shock.

A drop of ink on the brush dripped down, and it was about to drip on the paper roll, but he quickly reached out to catch it.

"Go and call the Lord!"

The county magistrate stared at the notebook and said without looking back.

Ding Gongbo didn't know why, but he still quickly went out and called the master over.

"My lord is looking for me?" When the Lord Bo came in, he asked suspiciously.

The county magistrate hurriedly beckoned to the lord to come over, "Come and see this calligraphy!" ”

The Lord Bo walked over suspiciously. At first glance, "What a beautiful word!" ”

"Hey, no, this is?"

The main book was soon shocked, the font on this copybook is completely different from the font of several famous artists, and there is no shadow of a famous artist in the stroke.

"What is this?"

Lord Bo looked at the county magistrate in shock.

The county magistrate also looked at the main book, and said with the same shock: "Create your own vein!" ”

He was both shocked and excited.

There are eight veins of calligraphy in this world, and almost all calligraphy comes from these eight veins, even if there is blue out of blue, it is also among these eight veins.

And this calligraphy, completely outside the eight veins, is enough to be called the ninth vein, and it is enough to cause a sensation in the world.

Lord Bo asked excitedly, "Who wrote this?" ”

The county magistrate calmed down his excitement for a moment before he spoke: "Ji Chen! ”

The reason why I am excited is because this calligraphy is priceless. This may not even be noticed by Ji Chen himself.

When a famous calligrapher's calligraphy appears more and more, and the style becomes more and more mature, his initial calligraphy value will be higher.

The county magistrate and the lord Bo saw the value of this calligraphy at a glance, after all, they were the official bodies of the Zheng'er Eight Classics through the Spring Festival, and their vision was not comparable to that of a child like Ding Gongbo.

The county magistrate carefully folded the notebook, put it away, then picked up the pen, rewrote a notebook according to Ji Chen's original words, signed it and handed it to Ding Gongbo.

"Take it to the pen room, receive twenty taels of silver, and send it to Lao Zhou and Xiao Lao Liu's family!"

The death of the two servants was sent away with twenty taels of silver.

Human life is not worth anything in this world of gods and ghosts.

After Ding Gongbo left, the master Bo said: "My lord, this post can't be swallowed alone, those who see it have a share." ”

"Go aside, I'll ask Ji Chen to write you another one, oh no, two!"

"How can it be compared, of course, this thing is a clever hand, and it is the most valuable thing to write with a feeling."

Ding Gongbo didn't know that he was rubbing shoulders with a huge fortune, and he didn't know that Lord County and Lord Bo were about to fight over a piece of calligraphy.

After a cup of tea, Ding Gongbo took a wave of people to follow Ji Chen to Da Nan Street. I pretended to investigate, and then spent two taels of silver, found dozens of refugees, cleaned up the bodies, swept the streets, and then went home.

As for Zhao Ban and the others, they are naturally classified as dying at the hands of demons. Go back and write a note, and then find the county order to sign, and one person will approve a settlement fee of fifty taels, and the case will be closed.

This is the convenience brought by rights, and the aftermath that was originally very tricky is now solved after becoming the head of the government service team.