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Chapter 1861 He regards himself as a god

When Zhou Changshou heard this, he immediately cleared away the relationship with a serious face, "I want you to die. It has nothing to do with me. You did all these things. If I die, you will die first."
Zhou Ping'an said angrily: "We are from the same mother and we are connected by blood. Even if our bones are broken, our tendons are still connected. You actually said such heartless words?"
Zhou Changshou said calmly: "Who asked you to do such an outrageous thing in the first place? I have said before that your orders will be magnified a thousand times when they are given to the place. Those Jin Yiwei are not good people in the first place.
You have given them so much autonomy and so much performance pressure, but you can imagine that each thousand households must pay up to 3 million taels of silver, and you also hinted that they can go on a killing spree, what will they do next?
Do you really have no idea at all?"
Jin Yiwei is not a good person. This sentence happened to be heard by Chen Tong who came in a hurry, and his face immediately darkened.
"Master Zhou, that's not what you said. There are also loyal people in Jinyiwei..."
"That's right, Commander Chen, for example, must be that good guy." Zhou Ping'an took over the conversation and laughed happily.
Chen Tong felt that Zhou Pingan had finally said something humane. Just as he was about to respond, he suddenly realized that these words were more damaging than what Zhou Pingan had said before, and his face suddenly turned darker.
"I've never told you literati, if you dig out every one's heart, it will turn out to be black!"
Zhou Ping'an laughed, poured a cup of tea for Chen Tong himself, and said, "Commander, please calm down for a moment. Let's just sit down by ourselves and make a joke. Why should we take it seriously?"
Chen Tong sneered and said, "I don't dare to call you my own. I don't even know when I will be plotted to death by you two brothers."
After saying that, Chen Tong didn't give the brothers a chance to hack him again. He took out a list with his backhand and said, "It's all here."
Gritting his teeth, Chen Tong snorted coldly: "If you don't check, you won't know. Once you check, haha, there are indeed too many moths in the Jinyiwei team. These people are suspected of leaking the last time. Even if they weren't, their buttocks are not clean.
He should have been killed long ago."
Zhou Ping'an received the list. Zhou Changshou just glanced at it without looking at it in detail, but such a general glance made Zhou Changshou frown.
The list was written on three pieces of paper. Each piece of paper was densely filled with names and positions. Even the simplest description could not hold up to the large number. It was roughly estimated that there were at least fifty or sixty people on these three pieces of paper.
"Actually, this is only part of it. The lowest positions are all the general banners of the seventh rank. Those little miscellaneous fish below the general banner are too lazy to write them down. If they are all taken into account, they will not be written down in a roster."
Chen Tong looked worried and said in annoyance: "I always thought that Jinyiwei was relatively clean before, but after checking this time, I found out that these people are really rotten to the core. When Jinyiwei was established, the original intention was to cooperate with Dongchang
Monitor the world for the Holy One, and establish an intelligence and force team that belongs only to the Holy One, independent of the imperial court. But now it seems that this plate is too big. The more remote the place, thanks to the great autonomy of the Jin Yiwei,
The power at the hands of these people will expand to a terrifying level. A small official of the seventh rank can actually influence the selection of local magistrates. He also requires wealthy squires to send him beautiful women and gold, silver and jewelry every year, otherwise he will be arrested. This is
Chapter completed!
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