The companion was despised, and Chang Sanniang lost face. She pointed at the man beside her unconvinced and said: "This is Li Daguan, the compatriot of Marquis Fengcheng."
A noble family! The brother of a marquis! This status is enough to keep ordinary outsiders in check.
Qin Dewei asked without raising his eyelids: "Only called a high official? He is not a marquis, nor is he a prince, and there is no official in his body?"
The man's tone was still firm: "My brother has just attacked the lord and has not achieved an inch of success, so he has not yet appealed. It will only happen sooner or later, so there is no rush."
Qin Dewei turned to Ren Xiaoyi and said: "Speaking of this, I have a brother-in-law who is of the same clan as the Duke of a certain country. He is not the eldest son of the family and is only fifteen years old. But he also has a senior official with a thousand households in the fifth rank. I should help him get it.
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There is also a Jinyiwei Tongzhishiguan, who is only fourteen years old this year and is of the same clan as the Duke of a certain country. He worked with me as a follower for the past two years, and now he is also crying and shouting that he wants to marry his sister to me.
So I don’t feel that worldly officials are so rare, and it’s not difficult to deal with it. Why is this brother of the Marquis still a white man?”
The Marquis's younger brother's face turned dark immediately, he pulled Chang Sanniang and turned away.
Ren Xiaoyi smiled and said: "Mr. Qin, these few words of yours sound like a native of the capital."
If Qin Dewei had gained something, could he just hang around in the local Beijing circle and just talk like this? Is it enough to just talk the talk? Doesn't he need to say nothing to show off his talent?
You don't even have to throw away the poems, that would be really worry-free. Thinking about this kind of speaking tone, it's quite interesting.
At this time, there are many small lakes in Haidian, a suburb of Beijing, which are quite scenic.
Just like in a park, tourists can bump into Ren Xiaoyi's peers from time to time while wandering around.
Then they have to say a few hypocritical polite words, and then show off to each other, and the men also have to compete with each other.
This scene reminded Qin Dewei of that kind of Western-style cold dinner and cocktail reception, where everyone dressed up and walked around and socialized casually.
He thought in a daze that Ren Xiaoyi seemed to be equivalent to a socialite? Then Qin Dewei found the feeling.
When he met someone with a kinder attitude, he would brag: "I run a bank in Nanjing City with a capital of one hundred thousand taels. Countless big shots have dark stocks and so on."
When encountering someone with a bad attitude, such as a man known as the largest silk merchant in Dongcheng, Qin Dewei would praise Haikou:
"The silks and satins you sell should all be transported from the south through the canal. I have an uncle who is in charge of the Hecao Yamen. You can tell me a trade name and take care of it if you can on the river!"
There was also a young man who was the son of an earl. He didn't like Qin Dewei, so Qin Dewei said:
"I have a senior who is in charge of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. You leave your name and I will put your name in the Metropolitan Procuratorate later! If you make a mistake in the future, just turn a blind eye and it will not affect your ability to seize the title!"
Everyone looked sideways, looking at Ren Xiaoyi and then at Qin Dewei. Isn't this little scholar the most talented person in Jiangnan?
This boundless tone is too quick and easy. Could it be that he is a fake from the old capital?
Unknowingly, when it was almost noon, Qin Dewei felt thirsty and hungry.
Ren Xiaoyi said considerately: "My family has brought wine and food, so let's find a place by the lake to sit down and eat and drink."
Qin Dewei pointed to the lake not far away: "Isn't there a pergola over there? There are tables and chairs inside. The location is good, so go there."
Walking closer, I found that there were indeed a few tables in the pergola, but they were not full at this time. The store owner squatted outside with a sad face.
If you look closely, you will see that the pavilion is full of men, ranging from twenty to forty years old. Most of them look like scribes, and there are no women at all.
Qin Dewei was about to continue walking forward when the experienced Ren Xiaoyi pulled Qin Dewei and said, "It's better not to go there."
"What's wrong?" Qin Dewei asked in surprise.
"These people are not to be messed with." Ren Xiaoyi reminded: "Have you ever seen such a nice place with a pergola set up and no one else dares to grab the place?"
Qin Dewei glanced at the pavilion a few more times. Aren't they all filled with literati? They didn't have many servants, and their combat effectiveness looked average. What was there to be afraid of?
Ren Xiaoyi further explained: “They definitely want officials to gather and don’t want outsiders to be around.
Looking at this momentum, they must still be a group of officials with real power, forming a clique and becoming powerful, and they cannot be provoked by others."
Qin Dewei said nonchalantly: "I thought it was something. It turns out that we are all of the same kind. What's wrong with borrowing a place to eat and drink?"
I also saw a bunch of natives from the capital that I had just met, including the marquis' brother and the earl's heir apparent, all wandering around the area. They looked at the empty seats in the arbor and dared not speak with anger, so they couldn't help but laugh.
In costume dramas, those who are domineering and occupying space must be nobles and wealthy businessmen from all walks of life, and those who are bullied must be literati, but here it is the opposite.
Even Zhang Heling, the eldest member of the Zhang family, recognized as the most domineering royal family member in recent decades, was beaten in the street by literary leader Li Mengyang and had two teeth knocked out.
The old-time literary leaders of the retro school beat people in the street, and Qin Dewei's beating of Li Kaixian also carried forward the tradition.
Walking to the edge of the pergola, Qin Dewei saw a very familiar figure from the back, with a fat head and big ears, a wide body and a short neck that was almost non-existent.
At this time, the fat man was talking loudly to the people at the table:
"When I went to Nanjing, I fought three hundred rounds with Qin Dewei. I only returned to the capital for the sake of my studies. It can be said that I know Qin Dewei very well!
From my point of view, what Chief Li did at that time was totally wrong, and he should not have sent Qin Dewei to the Ministry of Punishment. Once the case was politicized, it would be beneficial to Qin Dewei!"
Not only the people at the same table, but also the people at the next table were all listening to the fat man's words attentively. Someone asked: "In your opinion, what should Mr. Li do at that time?"
The fat man replied: "Don't send Qin Dewei to the Ministry of Punishment, the Procuratorate, let alone the Imperial Guards, and don't send anyone to the imperial yamen!
If you want to send it, send it to the Wanping County Government Office. If it doesn't work, you can also send it to the Shuntian Government Government Office. It depends on which side you are more familiar with."
Others asked again: "What then?"
The fat man continued: "Such a case would never be tried easily in the county government office. Besides, Qin Dewei still has the status of a student.
Therefore, Qin Dewei will definitely be temporarily detained in the county jail, waiting for communication from all parties, and the opportunity will come at this time."
Qin Dewei, who was standing outside the pergola, was also fascinated by what he heard. He couldn't help but asked: "What opportunity?"
"No matter what method is used, as long as you bribe a prison boss or the like, you can manipulate Qin Dewei at will!
County jail guards and other low-level servants are particularly daring and daring, and they don't know how to deal with them, so they can easily be bribed.
Even if something happens to Qin Dewei in the county jail, it will be the responsibility of a small prisoner in the county jail and will not cause a big wave!"
Qin Dewei was furious, took three steps at a time, rushed into the pergola, and slapped the fat man on the back of the head.
He shouted loudly: "Yan Shifan! I shouldn't have spared your life in Jiangning County Prison!"
The fat man was suddenly slapped, and suddenly heard the enemy's voice, and he jumped up from his seat in shock.
Then he turned around and looked behind him, and saw Qin Dewei at a glance. He shouted in his heart, "Wu Cao! Why did this Thousand Swordsman Killer appear behind me!"
