Two days later, two homing pigeons flew into a large house in the capital.
At noon that day, the newly appointed Minister of Civil Affairs, Ding Pengcheng, sent out invitations to all the powerful and famous people in the capital on the grounds of holding a full-moon banquet for his great-grandson.
The Minister of Civil Affairs is in charge of the promotion and promotion of civil and military officials, and can decide the fate of lower-level officials with just one word.
When a person like this organizes a full-moon banquet for his great-grandson, who would dare not to give him face?
On the second night, no one of the dignitaries and celebrities who received the invitation was absent. The entire Ding Mansion was decorated with lights and colorful decorations and was very lively.
The banquet lasted until midnight. Many dignitaries were so drunk that they could not even walk, so they had to stay overnight in Ding Mansion.
When the watchman knocked on the wooden clapper at the third watch, the dignitaries who had been drunk and unconscious all sat up from the bed, with no trace of drunkenness in their eyes.
There were servants from the Ding family waiting at the door of all the nobles' rooms. Under the leadership of the servants, the nobles entered a secret room one after another.
Ding Pengcheng, the Minister of Rites, was sitting in the middle of the secret room.
In just one cup of tea, the secret room was filled with people, and all of them were of high status.
Except for going to court, it is rare to see so many dignitaries gathered together.
"Master Ding, there are people from the Secret Service everywhere now. Is it too dangerous for you to hold a banquet in your house and leave me waiting?"
A powerful man looked around, his face full of worry.
Under the instructions of the Ninth Princess, the Secret Intelligence Service developed rapidly and its methods were extremely ruthless, which frightened all civil and military officials.
"Since I dare to stay with you all, I am naturally fully prepared!"
Ding Pengcheng smiled and pointed to a middle-aged man wearing a green robe on his left: "This is Mr. Xu from the Secret Intelligence Department, and our area is his jurisdiction!"
When they heard that there were people from the Secret Service here, a few timid powerful people subconsciously shrank their necks.
What they were plotting was top secret. If it were leaked out, there would be another bloodshed in the capital.
But more people remained calm, because they had all gathered together after handing in certificates of surrender. If Ding Pengcheng wanted to betray them, he would die without a burial place.
"Don't worry, everyone, Master Xu has also joined us!"
Ding Pengcheng clapped his hands, and two domestic slaves brought in a coarse sack.
He opened the sack and poured out a young man whose hands and feet were tightly bound.
"Master Xu, this is a guy from the Jinchuan Chamber of Commerce, please come!"
Ding Pengfei pointed to the black knife hanging on the wall.
"A guy from Jinchuan Chamber of Commerce?"
Many dignitaries were startled, and then they all turned to look at Mr. Xu.
Now that the Secret Service is pervasive, they are plotting against Jin Feng and Ninth Princess, so they must be extra careful.
All members are required to submit a certificate of membership before joining.
The most common method is to kill someone in public.
In the feudal era, the punishments were not as high as those of scholar-officials. Even if many officials were found guilty of murder, they would at most be dismissed from office and exiled.
But according to Jin Feng and Ninth Princess's new policy, no matter how big an official is, as long as he commits a crime, he must be punished according to the laws.
Given Jin Feng's character, if Mr. Xu killed the person in the sack, he would be completely on the opposite side of Jin Feng, and there would be no possibility of reconciliation.
Mr. Xu didn't say anything. He took the black knife from the wall, pierced the young man's heart, and then turned the handle of the knife sharply.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the young man's mouth, completely devoid of life.
"His name is Heizi, and he is the team leader of Jinchuan Chamber of Commerce West Street Store. You can check it out tomorrow."
Ding Pengcheng pointed to the young man's body and said, "Can everyone believe Mr. Xu now?"
The dignitaries nodded one after another.
For them, verifying a person's identity couldn't be easier.
"Master Ding, are you summoning us to witness Master Xu's joining?" asked a powerful man.
"Welcoming Mr. Xu is just one of them. The most important thing is that I just received the news that Jin Feng is dead!"
Ding Pengcheng said word for word.
"What? Jin Feng is dead?!"
Half of the powerful people stood up in shock.
"Master Ding, is the information accurate?" a powerful man asked in a trembling voice.
"How can I talk nonsense about this kind of thing?" Ding Pengcheng said: "You should have sent people to the East China Sea. If nothing happens, the news will come back in the next few days."
Jin Feng was lured to the East China Sea by the powerful people, so many powerful people arranged spies in the East China Sea in advance to keep an eye on the docks and navy.
When the news of Jin Feng's attack reaches the coast, it will spread quickly.
The dignitaries finally understood why Ding Pengcheng dared to call them to a gathering!
Since Jin Feng arrived in the capital, except for a few supporters such as Duke Qing and Zhong Wuji, most of the powerful people hated Jin Feng.
"This thief is finally dead!"
A gray-haired dignitary clapped his hands and cried and laughed.
His son-in-law was originally a fourth-rank official in the imperial court. After the Ninth Princess ransacked his house and liquidated it, almost all the men in his family were killed.
None of his beloved grandchildren survived.
From that day on, he had been looking forward to Jin Feng's death, but Jin Feng and the Ninth Princess were so powerful that he did not dare to show it.
In order to protect his own safety, he took the initiative to draw a clear line with his son-in-law's family. When his widowed daughter wanted to return to her parents' home, he did not agree.
Later, Ding Pengcheng found him and said that he would deal with Jin Feng. After the incident was completed, the old man would be promoted to a higher rank and he would also be able to share the soap formula that Jin Feng had seized.
Hatred coupled with the temptation of interests, the old man became Ding Pengcheng's first successful loser.
Among the dignitaries present, many were in a similar situation to the old man.
Of course, more people saw that Jin Feng was determined to weaken the powerful class, and were afraid that they would be liquidated, so they had to stand up and hug each other for warmth.
"My lords, don't think that everything will be fine once Jin Feng dies."
A powerful man reminded: "Although Jin Feng is dead, the Zhenyuan Escort Agency and the Zhenyuan Army have become a problem. We still cannot take it lightly!"
"Master Han is right. I am calling you all today for this reason!"
Ding Pengcheng said: "To be honest, I, Duke Lu, Cai Guogong, Zhao Guogong, several other adults, and many counselors have worked out a plan, which requires your joint efforts to complete!"
Hearing what Ding Pengcheng said, many dignitaries showed hesitation.
It's true that they hated Jin Feng, but they didn't want to be used as a gun by Ding Pengcheng.
Ding Pengcheng glanced at everyone and said in a low voice: "Don't forget, everyone, there are a lot of valuable things under Jin Feng's command. After the matter is completed, several princes and I will distribute it according to the contribution of the participants. If you don't feel like it,
If you are interested, forget it."
Hearing what Ding Pengcheng said, the powerful people's breathing suddenly became rapid, and they rushed to shout:
"Master Ding, I will fully cooperate with you. I only hope that after the matter is completed, you will give Jin Feng's salt-making skills to the Chen family!"
"Master Ding, my Cui family also fully supports you. Our Cui family wants to make a heavy crossbow!"
"Master Ding, our Feng family wants the formula for explosives!"