"I've seen Mr. Wan before." The person left behind by Li Baihu was a Jinyiwei Xiaoqi, whose surname was Song Mingming. He looked about 15 years old and looked capable, but there was a faint sadness on his face, which seemed to be unwilling.
My heart is working as an undercover agent in this little inn.
"Just call me Wan Lei. I don't deserve the title of sir." Wan Lei said calmly. He was currently thinking about how to keep his position as Yi Cheng for a long time, and he was not in the mood to pay attention to this nominal subordinate. Especially when he learned who was coming.
It was Jin Yiwei, and he didn't dare to manipulate the other party at will like before, he just asked the other party not to cause trouble for him.
"Mr. Wan rebelled against the king and avenged me for killing my father. I am so grateful that I came here to repay my kindness. If sir, I am willing to go through fire and water." Song Ming handed over his hands and compiled deeply, his tone was sincere and unforgettable.
Like perfunctory.
"Revenge for killing your father?" Wan Lei looked at Song Ming and saw that the sadness on his face was still there. Then he realized that he was judging a gentleman with a villain's heart. It turned out that this guy's sad look was not because he was not willing to be a villain.
Undercover, but because my father just died.
"Mr. Wan didn't know something. Song Xiandi's father was Lord Song Zhongsong, the commander-in-chief of the Zuo Army. When the Yan rebels revolted, he led the troops to put down the rebellion and was defeated and died for the country. Song Xiandi mourned endlessly. He heard that Mr. Wan killed the leader of the thieves with his own hands.
He immediately came to see me and said that he wanted to meet his benefactor. Later I heard that my husband was in danger, so I asked him to come and protect him. Seeing his kindness, I took the liberty of bringing him here and asked my husband to help him.
Good intentions." Li Baihu explained.
After listening to Li Baihu's explanation, Wan Lei realized that he was too pessimistic. Although he killed King Yan by mistake and was angered by the emperor, this move was not entirely without merit. At least, those who died in the rebellion were
The relatives of those in charge of the army will remember that it was Wan Lei who killed King Yan, and it was he who avenged them.
"Since you want to stay, then stay. However, I was forced to kill King Yan because of the situation. Don't mention any grudges." When I think about the kindness I owe to some people, I am not the one who will be criticized by thousands of people.
After breaking the drum, Wan Lei's heart, which was as gray as ashes, gained some life again.
"Mr. Wan, I'm here to repay my kindness. If you have any assignments, sir, just give me your orders. You don't have to treat me like an outsider."
"There's usually nothing going on in the inn, so just follow me every day and take a look around." He was a Jin Yiwei, and Wan Lei didn't dare to treat him like a migrant worker, so he had to use him as a bodyguard.
While everyone was talking in the hall, Zhao Quanzhong suddenly poked his head outside the door. Wan Lei knew that dinner had been prepared. Wan Lei invited Li Baihu and others to dine together, which was considered as the landlord's duty. All the wine and meat were on the table, but
Li Baihu just ate in silence and had no intention of enjoying the wine. It wasn't that he disliked the bad food and wine, but that he was full of worries.
Ordinarily, Li Baihu and Wan Lei were not close friends, and they did not deserve to be protected by so many people. However, Li Baihu, like Song Ming, had a family feud with the Yan thieves. One of his younger brothers died in the rebellion, and he was responsible for killing Yan.
Wang Wan Lei was somewhat grateful.
Precisely because he had this family feud with the Yan thieves, Li Baihu was particularly attentive in apprehending the remnants of the Yan thieves. At the same time, as a person recommended by Xu Huizu, he also represented the interests of the generals. When the Yan thieves' rebellion was put down, the soldiers
They went through life and death, but after the rebellion was put down, it was the civil servants who took the credit. Many of the soldiers who participated in the suppression of the rebellion were dissatisfied.
In addition, the emperor of the current dynasty was interested in advocating literature and suppressing military force. Not only did he credit civil servants for their counterinsurgency battles, but he also vigorously promoted the status of civil servants. Huang Zicheng, Qi Tai, Fang Xiaoru and other close ministers mentioned it again and again, and directly promoted them to the first rank, and the six ministers also
They were all promoted to the first rank, completely superior to the governor's office of the five armies, and the power of the generals was seriously damaged.
As the general representative of the interests of the military generals group, Wei Guogong Xu Huizu had no choice but to make a fuss about Wan Lei. You must know that Wan Lei's experience is a prominent representative of the unfair treatment of military generals. If he wants to change the status quo of using culture to suppress military force, Wan Lei is
A breakthrough. Therefore, Xu Huizu privately gave Li Baihu an order to try his best to protect Wan Lei Zhouquan.
Wan Lei didn't know that he was standing at the forefront of the power struggle between the civil and military factions in the imperial court. He only knew that his current status as Yi Cheng might be in jeopardy at any time. After dinner, he brought a bottle of old wine and a bag of sauce
Beef, personally visited Zhao Hongru, with the purpose of persuading the timid director to restart the plan of cooperation in oil production.
The oil cannot be opened, and the oil wells are all there. Wan Lei knows that the future is uncertain, so he strives to pump out a little more oil and refine a little more gold oil. With dozens of tons of gold oil on hand, even if Yi Cheng's
If you lose your job, you won't be at the end of your rope in the future.
"Nephew Wan Xian, why are you here? You are a rare visitor." The door of the Zhao family courtyard opened, and Zhao Hongru's wrinkled old face appeared in front of Wan Lei. It seems that this timid guy has been spending a lot of time these days.
I was constantly worried, fearing that Wan Lei would be involved.
"I went into the city when I had time today and brought back some wine and meat. I couldn't finish it by myself, so I brought it to you to try too."
"Oh, my nephew came as soon as he came, and he brought things with him. It's really unreasonable. Hurry, come and sit in the room." Zhao Hongru hurriedly let Wan Lei into the room, and shouted to his wife in the room: "Wan Lei
I’m here, why don’t you prepare some tea?”
"Don't bother me. I have something to do with you. I'll leave as soon as I'm done."
"It's a rare visit for my good nephew, I'll leave after dinner."
"No, I've already eaten." Wan Lei waved his hand and said, "I'm here now to talk about the oil business. This matter can't be postponed any longer. If you still don't want to do it, then I have to find someone else."
cooperate."
"Alas, dear nephew, you don't know something. It's not that I don't want to do it, but that I don't dare to do it. There were rebels at Yueqian Station, and everyone in Zhaozhuang was scared to death. If I let it out, the villagers would be shocked.
No one dares to work at the inn." Zhao Hongru also complained. He didn't want to get the oil out quickly and get rich quickly, but things were difficult to handle, and the villagers were afraid of being implicated.
"Otherwise, you can find a few people to build a straw shed outside the inn tomorrow, and I will put the outlet of the oil well there. You can drive out the oil without entering the inn, so you don't have to be afraid."
"Well, this method is feasible. However, the refined oil must be sold. I'm afraid the villagers will not dare to help with trafficking." Zhao Hongru's worry is not unreasonable. Take sales agent Zhao Jiuye as an example.
This guy had a few barrels of oil in his hand, but he didn't dare to exchange them for money.
"What about this?" Wan Lei touched his chin, rolled his eyes a few times and had an idea in his mind, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, you can find all the elders nearby, and we will put on another play."
"Acting? What kind of play?"
"Fake show and real show!"
"Fake show and real show?" Zhao Hongru still didn't quite understand.
"It's very simple, just build a plank road to cross Chencang secretly." Wan Lei chuckled.
"Haha, my nephew's move is really good." Zhao Hongru already understood and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.