The time originally set was for nightfall, but when Mr. Fu came back, it was midnight, wearing a bamboo hat and black clothes, sneaking into the Qianqiying Yamen office like a thief.
Chu Qing waited until he fell asleep, and when he was woken up, he led Fu Youcai to the squad room.
"I've been looking for it for a long time, but I've been looking for it for a long time. Mr. Chu has been waiting for a long time."
Mr. Fu, who was probably one of the top ten richest men in Zhongzhou, laughed with him, took out a piece of paper from his arms, and put it on the desk.
Chu Qing looked at it intently, with a puzzled look on his face.
Yunyao Golden Phoenix.
Tower lion jade.
A golden fan wrapped with silver.
Yuanlong opened the hexagonal tripod.
Tongqi Bagua painted pattern on the jade plate.
More than ten lines, it looks very high-end, but I don’t know what it is.
"What do you mean?" Chu Qing, who had never seen the world, was puzzled.
"The gift list, in recent years, various people who want to curry favor with Zhang Songling have given him the gift list."
"A gift from someone else to Zhang Songling?"
"Yes, the old man found more than ten priceless gift lists and copied them down."
Chu Qing's expression changed slightly: "Master Fu, what you mean is, instead of buying materials, buy these antique handicrafts?"
"Not bad, just..."
"Just what?"
Fu Youcai glanced at Chu Qing's face and said cautiously: "It's just that Lord Chu only has 200,000 yuan, which may not be enough. How about the old man advance some money to Lord Chu?"
A strong "trench air" rushed toward Chu Qing's face.
Chu Qing smiled bitterly and said, "I can pay it back if I'm tired of it."
"There is no need to pay it back, as long as the Qianqi Camp can take care of the dog in the future, it will be fine."
Chu Qing did not agree immediately, but pointed to the gift list and asked: "These are sent to Zhang Songling by local officials from various states and aristocratic families through your escort agency?"
"yes."
"Just how much are the things recorded on this piece of paper worth?"
"It's not much, maybe a million dollars. The old man can pay it in advance. I just hope that Qianqiying can take care of the dogs at home in the future."
Chu Qing: "..."
Fu San, who was on the side, poured Fu Youcai a cup of tea with gentle hands, and asked, "Master Fu, are you still short of dogs?"
Fu Youcai looked confused: "What do you mean?"
Chu Qing glared at Fu San and realized that the third brother had become more and more depraved recently.
Touching the stubble on his chin, Chu Qing shook his head and said: "What I want to do must be done on the shop's books. I don't want to say in what name I buy these useless antiques. If I go to the shop, I can only buy them in the name of the shop."
The size of the stone…”
Halfway through, Chu Qing suddenly slapped his forehead, his eyes burning: "God help me!"
"What do you mean, Mr. Chu?"
Chu Qing looked at Fu San: "Go to Liuhe, find Wang Xia Qiwu Hai, spread the news, and ask Wang Tongtong to find a way to call Lu Zhu."
"Young man, let's go right here."
After Fu San ran out, Chu Qing said extremely excitedly: "Originally, I wanted to let the palace..."
Fu Youcai smiled and interrupted: "Mr. Chu, there is no need to tell the old man how you plan. You only need to tell me how the Fu family will do it."
Chu Qing looked excited. He stood up and poured a cup of tea for Fu Youcai. He stared at the latter and suddenly asked: "Master Fu, why do you want to help me?"
"Don't you expect Mr. Chu to take care of Quan Zi?"
"This reason is reasonable, but I always feel that it is more than that simple."
Fu Youcai held the teacup, looked at the fresh tea leaves in the teacup, and said lightly: "The old man has lived in Beijing for a long time. Although he is not in the official circles of the court, he has heard some rumors. In recent days, Mr. Chu
It seems that he is close to Zhang Songling, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites."
"Yes, we do have some cooperation and will exchange some letters about the purchase of stones in Xiao County."
"Then let's think about it, Mr. Chu is pretending to be on good terms with Zhang Songling. In this case, the old man dared to ask why Mr. Chu wanted to deal with him."
"I can't explain it in a few words." Chu Qing shook his head and smiled: "There are many reasons."
"Okay, old man, don't ask. How about I tell you something, old man?"
"Master Fu, please tell me."
"About seven or eight years ago. At that time, Zhang Songling was a doctor in the Ministry of Rites. There was a flood in the Weijiang River. Zhang Songling went to pacify the people, right on the edge of the Weijiang River."
Fu Youcai took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "It's not the old man who arranges the etiquette department. Not even the common people, not even the old man, can understand this nonsense. But after all, he ran all the way from the capital. At least he has some words."
With this in mind, the people gathered by the river embankment, but who knew that King Zhao went to inspect and heard that King Zhao was coming, Zhang Songling ordered the people to build the river embankment."
Chu Qing cursed in a low voice: "He is indeed a dog official who can only do face-saving things."
"A dog is not a dog official. The old man doesn't know. He only knows that it is night and he shouldn't build the river embankment. But because King Zhao came and Zhang Songling wanted to show his face, the people were forced to build the river embankment.
, maybe even God couldn’t bear to see it, it rained suddenly, and the embankment... collapsed.”
Fu Youcai lowered his head and breathed heavily: "The government said that twelve people died that night, but in fact, sixteen people died."
Chu Qing sighed, but in his heart he felt that with the virtues of those dog officials, they should not have concealed the truth from four people. It would not be strange to conceal the truth from four hundred people.
Unexpectedly, Fu Youcai continued: "Sixteen people are members of my Fu family. Sixteen people died due to water loss. Among them, there was the old man's nephew, his favorite nephew. The other fifteen people were also the old man.
A good man in the escort agency, a good man who goes to disaster relief."
Chu Qing's expression changed greatly: "Sixteen people, are they just people from your escort agency? Are there any other civilians who fell into the water?"
"Five hundred...forty-one people."
"Five hundred and forty-one?!"
Chu Qing had a look of horror on his face.
At that time, Zhang Songling was an official in the capital. Although he was going to pacify the people, the parents in Weijiang and Jiangsu should all obey his layman's command.
But because a nobleman from Tianhuang went to inspect, Zhang Songling asked the people to build embankments at night in order to save face. It rained suddenly at night, killing more than 500 people!
Fu Youcai raised his head. There was no sadness or anger in his eyes, only calmness, and his voice was extremely calm.
"Master Chu, if this matter is accomplished, will Zhang Songling die?"
"No." Chu Qing shook his head: "Originally, I thought that even if I tried my best, I would just let him lose what he originally deserved, but now..."
Chu Qing stared at Fu Youcai and said word for word: "I, the commander, will make Zhang Songling, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites of Dachang Dynasty, worse than death!"
Fu Youcai stood up, bowed and saluted Chu Qing: "Then it's time for Master Laochu. I, the Fu family, will do my best to help you."
After Chu Qing walked around the desk and helped Fu Youcai up, he also bowed to Fu Youcai.
"Chu Qing, thank you Master Fu."
After personally sending Fu Youcai out of the government office, Chu Qing came to Jiang Yuesheng's cell with a face as cold as ice.
Jiang Yuesheng rarely went home. At night, he rested in the squad room without sleeping. When he saw Chu Qing pushing the door open, he asked with a smile: "Have we talked?"
"Seven or eight years ago, when Zhang Songling was still a doctor, he went to Weijiang to pacify the people. In order to please the King of Zhou, he forced the people to build river embankments at night. As a result, more than five hundred innocent people died. Do you know this?"
Jiang Yuesheng's face turned cold when he heard this: "Is there still such a thing?"
"You don't even know about Qianqi Camp?"
"The Thousand Cavalry Battalion was only established for half a year, and the general was still at the border at that time, so naturally he didn't know."
"For such a person to be in a high position, more than one Zhang Songling deserves to die."
"Wait a minute." Jiang Yuesheng looked confused: "Zhang Songling has always been a member of the Supreme Emperor. Back then, the Supreme Emperor and the King of Zhou were political enemies. Why did Zhang Songling want to please the King of Zhou? Could it be that Zhang Songling wanted to step on both sides..."
At this point, Jiang Yuesheng's face froze, and he suddenly smashed the tea cup with a slap, and traces of blood flowed from his rough palm, and he gritted his teeth.
"Zhang Thief, damn it!"
"What did you think of?"
"The general remembered that the King of Zhou was infamy among the scholars in Weijiang because of his inspection of Weijiang, so the King of Zhou sadly withdrew from the court."
Chu Qing's pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints: "You mean, Zhang Songling did it on purpose!"
"Yes, Zhang Thief probably knew that building embankments at night was very dangerous, but he still did it. It was not to please King Zhou, but to make King Zhou take the blame after an accident happened!"
"Let's do it." Chu Qing's teeth chattered: "I can't wait any longer. Tomorrow, start tomorrow. I want Zhang Songling to die!"
"Wei!" Jiang Yuesheng knelt down on one knee and clasped his fists in salute: "Only by Lord Chu's mission."