All the storytellers in restaurants and teahouses across the city were arrested, but no one could be found behind the scenes during the interrogation. According to the testimonies they provided, the content of their storytellers was written on paper and handed over to them. Out of curiosity and herd mentality, they
They all adopted this romantic anecdote to attract guests.
After all, those two female wanted criminals are very popular recently. As the ancient version of "marketing, marketing, account", it is impossible not to gain popularity.
There is no way to convict without evidence. The only option is to convict the person of making irresponsible remarks about the magistrate, lock him up for a few days, and then release him.
It is precisely because of this that the public opinion is fermenting again, and the whole city is abuzz. People are talking about the prefect's ulterior motives, both covertly and openly - if there is no evil in his heart, how can he arrest people?
As long as modern people know the importance of speech, little do they know that various social software in later generations have different rhythms. When three people become a tiger, an innocent good person can become a villain. Only sophisticated public relations methods can deal with the endless speech wars.
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It was obvious that Magistrate Qin did not have the experience or means to deal with speech, so he simply and rudely arrested people and silenced them. Little did he know that he had made the lowest mistake, and it became more and more obvious that there was no silver in this place.
What surprised Ye Zhenzhen the most was that Brother Zhen actually knew how to discuss things.
"Brother Zhen, how did you come up with this idea?"
Cui Weizhen was writing a letter. When he heard this, he looked up at her and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Read Shi Mingjian, be good, read more in the future, and don't ask such silly questions again."
Ye Zhenzhen: "..."
Despised again.
She has a bachelor's degree from a major university. Do you, a talented person, have one?
If you are born at the wrong time, you can do nothing.
Ye Zhenzhen grinded her teeth depressedly, her eyes kept drifting to the desk, "Who are you writing to?"
I have been seeing letters exchanged with him in the past few days, but I don’t know who they are addressed to.
Cui Weizhen narrowed his eyes slightly, ran his fingertips over the letter, and slowly showed a cold smile, "Uncle San and the others are back."
The east gate of Fucheng.
The gates of the city were strict in terms of entry and exit, and there were long queues at both entrances and exits. The inspection at the entrance was obviously much easier. The gatekeeper only asked a little and was let go, so the queues passed quickly.
The exit queue was different. The government officials had set up gates and carried long swords on their waists. They were checking people one by one with a dignified look. Pedestrians not only had to be shown the way, but if they were young ladies or young men, they would be taken aside for search and questioning.
The long queue was as long as a long queue with no end in sight. There was no movement for a long time. Impatient people were cursing and making a lot of noise. If you listened carefully, you could still hear the cries of men and women, and you didn't know what was going on.
Among the teams entering the city, there was a particularly large motorcade with the flag of the Dragon and Tiger Class. In the middle of the motorcade, an unpretentious carriage slowly entered the city. Suddenly, someone opened the curtain, revealing an elegant and majestic face.
The man was about forty years old. He frowned and looked at the commotion, calling the people outside the window to ask, "Brother Ye, what happened across the way?"
There was a clatter of horseshoes, and a man on a tall horse drove over. He was tall and strong, and when he looked up close, he had regular features and an inadvertent look of laziness and scorn in his eyebrows. Who else could he be if he wasn't Ye Sanyong?
"Yes, Mr. Zhou."
He hugged his fists and rode over, just in time to see some government servants dragging a mother and her son. The middle-aged woman still had her charm, but her skin was a bit dark. The man was only seventeen or eighteen years old. He couldn't distinguish between male and female, and his appearance
If you are a good girl.
The young man held the woman's hand tightly and looked at the government servant with red eyes, "Where are you taking us? We are good citizens and there is no problem with the road guidance. Why do you arrest us!"
The government officer held the wanted warrant in his hand, looked at the mother and son, and said with a cold face, "We suspect that you are suspects pretending to be suspects. We must go aside for isolation and examination. We will let you go after confirming that there are no problems."
"We, mother and son, look nothing like the wanted poster. How can we confirm it?"
The man was angry and anxious, "There are so many people waiting for review, when will it be our turn? Mr. Chao, please do a good job and let us pass. Our home is in Xia County, and it will get dark if we delay any longer."
The officer's brows moved slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "If you want to pass as soon as possible, there is a way."
"What's the meaning?"
The man looked confused, but the government servant refused to say anything clearly.
However, Ye Sanyong saw clearly that those who were isolated were mostly well-dressed and well-off families. In other words, they were taken advantage of by money.
He rode back on his horse and said to the nobleman in the carriage, "Sir Zhou, the government officials here are extorting money from the people under the guise of being a wanted criminal."
Zhou Weiran was furious and immediately changed his plan to go to the government office. He got off the carriage and saw what Ye Sanyong said more clearly——
The young man just now was reminded by someone who had the same experience, and he reacted by using money to do it. Maybe it was the first time he did this kind of thing, so he was so panicked when he handed over the money that the money fell directly from his hand.
Clang.
The white money hit the ground, attracting everyone's attention.
The man's face turned pale, and he quickly picked it up and continued to stuff it to the yamen servant. The yamen servant was not so bold, so he stepped back repeatedly, with a straight face, and said righteously, "What are you doing? Don't think that you can pass by bribing us.
You are a suspect, so just wait for the investigation! Otherwise, I have reason to suspect that you are a wanted criminal in disguise!"
"Master, we are really not wanted criminals!"
The man was so frightened that he cried and randomly stuffed him with money, "If you think the money is too little, I can give him more. The big brother in front of me just gave him two taels. Is it enough for me to give him five times the money?"
The officer's face instantly turned pale and he wished he could shut his mouth.
"What the hell are you talking about? Who are you slandering with such nonsense! I suspect that you deliberately interfered with the order of the office. You are a major suspect. You must go to the government office. If you want to prove your innocence, ask your family to issue a certificate and come to redeem it in person!"
"No!"
The woman knelt down and kept kowtowing to the government servant, "Master, please spare us. My son is a scholar, and the woman is a pure and good woman. She has never committed any crime."
You must not put us in a prison cell."
A place like a prison cell is where the most vicious people are imprisoned. Even if they are proven innocent in the end, their reputations will be ruined if the mother and son go in for a walk.
The government officer was determined to retaliate and refused mercilessly, and ordered the mother and son to be taken away.
The mother and son cried to the heavens and the earth, and the people around them showed their expressions of intolerance. They dared to be angry but dared not speak out. The people did not fight with the officials. This has been the case since ancient times.
Zhou Weiran watched the whole process, his face turned completely dark, and he immediately stopped him, "Stop! Let me go."