Who is Gan Wantang?

People in Luoyang City don’t know much about this gentle priest, but those who have burned incense and scattered blessings at the Taipingdao Altar know that this priest is a kind and kind woman with excellent medical skills. Not to mention anything else, he taught the "Taiping Jing", first explaining the principle of illness from filth, and passing on many ways to avoid filth and hygiene, which benefited many people.

As for the good deeds of pity for the poor and the orphans of Taiping Dao, it is often the host of this Gan Jijiu. Speaking of which, it is not much worse than Du Lanxiang, a female fairy who was hiding in Xingshan, Luoyang.

But now, even if the arresting documents are still not released in the Luoyang Imperial Prison Office, where bureaucracy is on the rise, it is not difficult to confirm that Gan Wantang, who looks gentle and friendly, is the biggest thief leader in Luoyang City and the leader of the illegal sect that is about to be wanted.

But in some cases, no, it should be said that it is a magician who has no moral character. Gan Wantang, the beauty of the wine, is a generous customer:

"I came to my house this time to make a package of cooperative business. Party A is your education and Party B is me. The services I provide to the other party include the following aspects."

Since Gan Wantang was allowed to enter the house, the two sides took their seats. Wei Ye handed the bamboo slip-like terminal in his hand to the front, looking at the three-dimensional projection of the entire Luoyang city floating on the bamboo slip-like terminal, pointing to the center of the entire Luoyang city, the location of the Han Dynasty Palace.

"The first service is also what you are most concerned about, that is, to guide people living in Luoyang City to think about whether the rule of this Han court now exists innate legitimacy."

This question can be said to be at the critical point. Any dynasty, after a long rule, will form a natural orthodox nature in the society it is based on. Take the late Ming Dynasty as an example. The two dynasties, including Tianqi and Chongzhen, were full of natural disasters. Outside, there were Jiannu of Liaodong, and Li Chuang, Shaanxi, raised an army. Inside, the party struggles in the court were like surging rivers. And it also experienced a series of blows of Emperor Chongzhen's death and Emperor Hongguang's capture. The remaining Yongli regime still survived for so many years.

The Southern Ming regime was so resilient when it was a situation where the sudden moves and civil strife were frequent. Not to mention that the Han Empire today still existed, and its authority was more important than that of ordinary dynasties in the end of the world.

According to the original historical trend, the decline of the Han Dynasty originated from Dong Zhuo and Yuan Shao, the major warlords, used their subordinates to plan for the emperor to abolish affairs.

Neither Dong Zhuo nor Yuan Shao had the status of a minister who was almost one of the imperial powers of Huo Guang of the former Han Dynasty. The result was that the most critical institutional foundation of the Han Empire, the Han Empire, was instantly collapsed into "the emperor, the strong soldiers and horses, and laid the foundation for Cao Pi to be inherited by Han Chan and Zhaolie decades later.

As for Dong Zhuo and Yuan Shao, they should be the leader of the king.

As for the Yellow Turban Rebellion led by Taipingdao, it is not a good idea to put it bluntly, it is just a pioneer for the rise of princes.

Even Wei Ye himself dared not say that he was as powerful as he could destroy the authority and orthodoxy of the Han Dynasty decades ahead of time.

Unless the relevant departments of LHG are collectively crazy, someone is allowed to drive a star destroyer to the end of Han.

In this case, Gan Wantang, who was more standard than Wei Ye's kneeling position, knew it well. She looked at the three-dimensional projection displayed by Wei Ye, then lowered her head, held the white porcelain pot at her hand, poured a cup of green willow bud tea, and delivered it to Wei Ye with both hands:

“So, what about the second service?”

"We will provide you with a more relaxed and favorable public opinion environment than the current situation."

Wei Ye replied seriously.

After saying this, Gan Wantang just said "um" smoothly between her eyebrows, and the short-haired young man sitting cross-legged on the mat listening could no longer hold back.

"Can those Northern Guard and Jingzhao Yin stop sending out posts on the streets and allow our personnel to conduct publicity work openly?"

He Ming took his hand and asked with three points of gunpowder. Wei Ye picked up the teacup and sipped the Taipingdao specialty Liubu tea. Then he turned around and looked at this passionate guy who was familiar with him.

"Student He Ming," he spoke in a tone of solving problems in class, and the magician said with a look of regret, "Sociology is a very important subject. The important content of the first lesson of sociology is as follows: The butt determines the head, which is a normal phenomenon in class society. If I have the ability to influence the administrative arrangements of various people-friendly officials in Luoyang below Jingzhao Yin, then I will at least be a magistrate in the court at Jingzhao Yin."

"Then," Wei Ye sneered and asked, "As a big boss in the court rather than a marginal minor official in Shizhong Temple, what reason do I have not to stand on the side of the court and cooperate with the troops of the Dagu Mansion or the Northern Quarter to suppress Taiping Road, but instead run over and talk about what deal with you Taiping Road?"

Before such a well-founded and convincing conclusion, He Ming opened his mouth and finally could only punch the floor: "Profit-oriented!"

"Well, the off-site questioning time for this event ended." Wei Ye made another arrow in time.

Without going to see He Ming's expression of wanting to rush over and press himself down and beat him up, Wei Ye drew a circle with a bold look on a certain part of the projection of Luoyang City:

"Finally, it is also our greatest sincerity to you."

He supported his chin with one hand, his eyes facing Gan Wantang's eyes who were gradually becoming serious:

"I will take action personally and bring out a lively Ma Yuanyi from the imperial prison, and return it to you in full."

Looking at Gan Wantang's wide eyes, Wei Ye pressed his fingers on his cheeks and pressed the beat and clicked the ending tone for this sentence in his heart: "Our conditions are very different, are you tempted by Gan Shengjiu?"

But just a few breaths, Gan Wantang had already calmed down and replied to his usual calm demeanor. He looked up at Wei Ye's face that showed a hateful plan and had already sold: "So, what is the service time limit for you?"

"According to my calculations, it only takes fifteen days."

"Fifteen days are too long," Gan Wantang shook his head, "According to our information, we can give you less time. According to our current situation, we are no longer fighting for the long term, we have to seize the day."

"Oh?" Wei Ye raised his eyebrows and asked back, "So how much time do I have to fulfill our agreement?"

"Ten days," Gan Wantang said confidently, "You only have ten days."

Hearing that time was compressed by more than 30%, Wei Ye was not stubborn and nodded slightly: "If you have ten days, you may not be doing a pretty job, but it will be almost the same to achieve the goals of both of you and me."

After saying this, he stretched out his hand and brushed the bamboo slip terminal. The three-dimensional projection of Luoyang City suddenly disappeared invisible. The projection of a universal point transfer check appeared on the light green bamboo slip with a hidden meaning on the bamboo slip terminal.

Looking at Gan Wantang's slightly surprised expression, Wei Ye, who was fiddling with his bamboo slip-style terminal like a little devil who was fiddling with his toys, showed his true nature, shrugged, and said sincerely:

"You probably think I am an expert in this industry. I shouldn't be so useless when asking for activity funds, but I also have foodie niece to raise. There is really nothing I can do about this. Besides, you have to know that for the next work, an expert, I will overcome the so-called ten and eight elites in your Taiping Road, so... I'd better pay us a prepayment first!"

These slanderous words that basically don't have the face of a scholar made He Ming, who was impatient with living with someone, stand up and walk out. The movement of the green steel sticks pounding the stones coming into the guest hall was even more inseparable from the fighting spirit.

It’s just that a magician who has always likes to cause trouble is determined not to fight, is unwilling to fight, is unwilling to fight, and is only willing to take advantage of Taiping Road.

Very stingy.

...

………

When Wei Ye was still talking about business at the underground stronghold of Taiping Road and taking the initiative, Sima Ling, who had just returned to the old temple, encountered a problem of whether it was big or small.

As soon as he approached the old temple occupied by his own house and transformed into a Danfang, Sima Ling found that Lao Matou was standing at the entrance of the Ma family courtyard. A crack was opened in the street door, revealing half of Lao Matou's face.

Seeing Sima Ling's figure, Lao Matou waved to Sima Ling quickly. Sima Ling, who was mostly offering sacrifices to the gods, was unclear, so he greeted Lao Matou.

Unexpectedly, Lao Matou waved his hands more anxiously, which made Sima Ling confused.

Although I don’t know why, Sima Ling also knew that the old man Ma was kind-hearted and immediately walked to the door of Ma’s house.

Unfortunately, as soon as he reached the door, Lao Matou, who was standing at the door of the street, was pushed aside by his old wife Mapo: "Old guy, get up!"

Before Sima Ling could figure out the reason, Old Woman Ma opened the street door and took Sima Ling's hand without saying a word and pulled her into the Ma family yard.

When I looked again, I saw that the old couple looked anxious. Old Matou was a little calmer. Old Ma was already wearing a pair of big myopic eyes and hugged Sima Ling and looked carefully:

"Oh my god, is this girl okay? Old man, that barbarian, have you noticed our family?"

Sima Ling was held by the old lady Ma and looked around. She didn't understand what the performance was. Old man Ma had already lowered his voice and said, "Miss Sima, did Uncle Zun provoke some powerful role? Otherwise, how could a barbarian from the southwest sway in front of your mansion and just not leave?"

Sima Ling was also confused. At the moment, there was a young Miao man wearing a silver collar with a blue shirt and a short-shot sweat from his head, and then patted the pile of groceries in the basket behind him, and sighed in a muffled sigh:

"Boss Feng said he was going to this dilapidated temple to find a bearded Taoist priest, but where did he go?"
Chapter completed!