People always worry about gains and losses, be firm, regret, regret, and be firm.
The same goes for Chu Qing.
Now that he can get along with Zhang Songling's bayonet, he is looking forward and backward.
"My commander has even cleared the eighth level of Black Soul III and Sekiro. I'm still afraid that you, Zhang Songling, can't be more ruthless than the Black Salon King, and can't be more ruthless than Ashina Genichiro. Let's do it!"
In Qianqiying's government office, Chu Qing looked at the many government offices on standby and waved his arms: "Codename, the operation to kill Zhang Songling begins now!"
Jiang Yuesheng is finally convinced. What kind of code name is this? You already called out his name.
After Chu Qing spoke such rhetoric that no one could understand, many detectives left the government office and began to closely monitor any merchants in the capital who might be related to Zhang Songling.
Zhang Songling's business circle is not big, just those merchants, but these merchants and their circles are like a pyramid. Zhang Songling stands at the top. In one word, countless merchants are busy.
That night, dozens of scouts climbed over the high wall, lay down on the eaves, and hid in the stables, eavesdropping on every word, every word, and every gasp of the merchants.
Early the next morning, everything went as Chu Qing expected. More than 40% of the shops in Nanshi were closed, and 30% of the shops in Beishi were closed.
This was Zhang Songling's first shot. When he was in Zhang's Mansion, he once said this to Chu Qing, if businessmen like them give up their jobs, there will be chaos in the capital.
In fact, there was indeed chaos in Beijing.
Chu Qing was also confused. After nightfall, he was in chaos in the Qianqiying Yamen office.
Jiang Sangou stood in front of Chu Qing with a strange look on his face.
Chu Qing grinned, as if he was demented.
"The shop selling silk and satin has closed down, so the wives and concubines of the dignitaries are no longer happy?"
Jiang Yuesheng nodded: "Yes."
"With the restaurant closed, there is no place for the literati in Beijing to drink and write poetry boldly and unrestrainedly?"
"yes."
"The bookstore is closed, and scholars don't have the Four Treasures of the Study to write and practice calligraphy?"
"yes."
"Most of the flower boats have stopped, leaving no place for family members to have fun?"
"yes."
"All the gambling stalls in Bei City are closed, and there's no place for those lazy idlers to go?"
"yes."
"Zhang Song... No, no, no, Master Zhang, are you kidding me?" Chu Qing was dumbfounded: "He worked hard for so long, wrote more than a dozen letters, and met so many businessmen, but in the end, he ended up in a place like this.
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Jiang Yuesheng: "Yes."
Chu Qing couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you afraid?"
Jiang Yuesheng shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
Chu Qing turned to look at Fu San: "Third brother, are you afraid?"
Fu San revealed the secret in one word: "It has nothing to do with the little one, why should the little one be afraid?"
"Yes." After the initial shock, Chu Qing was now happy to say: "Sir Zhang, you want to correct your evil ways. Why are you shutting down these shabby places that have nothing to do with ordinary people?"
Jiang Yuesheng looked strange: "Master Chu, aren't you worried?"
"Should I... be worried?"
"It's a humble job, I don't know."
Jiang Yuesheng originally wanted to say that you should be worried, but seeing Chu Qing's cheerful expression, he was a little confused.
Chu Qing laughed and said: "Not only am I not worried, I am also very happy."
Fusan's eyes flashed with an unusual light: "Master, you may be happy too early."
"What's the meaning?"
"I can't tell you, I just think it's better for you not to be happy first."
Chu Qing was stunned when he heard this, and did not dare to continue to be "happy" because many times, Fu San would have an ability that science could not explain.
In fact, it's not that Fu San can't tell, but he thinks Zhang Songling is not that stupid.
Sure enough, Fu San's "prophecy" came true.
A detective horse ran in, panicking.
"Sir, it's not good."
Chu Qing took a breath: "Tell me, what's wrong?"
"You are now hated by thousands of people. In just one day, all the scholars in Beijing are scolding you."
"scold me?"
"Yes, they say that you are shameless, full of evil, and inhuman. Just like Jingzhao Mansion Lang...Wolf was raped, and they said that you are a shameless old man, a loser with no moral character, a second-rate son who specializes in provoking widows, and has a son.
You’re a bitch with no buttocks…”
"Wait a minute!" Chu Qing shouted: "Forget it about the front, I'm always picking up the ashes and moving back. Can that be a scolding from a scholar?"
"That's not the case. They scolded you so verbally that I couldn't learn from them, so I just told you what I understood."
Chu Qing: "Don't interpret it casually in the future, thank you."
"okay."
Jiang Yuesheng asked in confusion: "It was Zhang Songling who contacted merchants privately to ask them to close their shops, but why do scholars scold Mr. Chu?"
"Those shopkeepers said that the Qianqiying Traditional Jingzhao Mansion was persecuting them and that if they couldn't survive, they would all close the shops."
"That's it." Chu Qing suddenly realized.
Originally, this was the idea of Songling in the chapter. The so-called "chaos" was not to arouse public anger or to make the business system in Beijing operate differently, but to let aristocratic families, scholars, scholars, etc., draw the anger of these "elite" classes to
On your own head.
For a moment, Chu Qing was really at a loss.
These people are leading the public opinion, and in just one day, he has gained infamy throughout the capital. Zhang Songling is indeed an old and cunning person, and he kills four people with one move.
Pacing back and forth, Chu Qing began to think of countermeasures.
He was originally prepared, but he never expected that the shop Zhang Songling closed would be a place for consumption by the "elite" class.
Like an ant on a hot pot, Chu Qing walked around. The more he racked his brains, the less he could think of a solution.
Fu San squatted aside, raised his head and said, "Master, it's night, let's go back to the house for dinner."
"How long has it been? Young Master, my reputation is already ruined on the streets, but you are still in the mood to eat."
Fu San scratched his forehead: "Your reputation is bad, and it has nothing to do with eating."
"It doesn't matter, I mean..."
Chu Qing suddenly stopped and looked at Fu San, seeming to realize something.
Fu San used a small tree branch to scrape the stains on the soles of his boots, and said to himself: "It's not the first day that you have become notorious. Just go ahead and scold me. Don't delay eating."
Without saying a word, Chu Qing hugged Fu San and said, "Third brother, you are the most sober person in the world."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing was happy himself.
Yes, what are you doing in such a hurry? Just scold me, I don't care at all.
Those so-called scholars scolded so many people that every minister in the court who has not been scolded is living a good life, and no one has lost a piece of meat.
Patting his forehead vigorously, Chu Qing said stupidly: "Young master, I have fallen after all. Why does it happen that the older you get, the more you forget your original intention? My grandson only cares about face."
After finishing speaking, Chu Qing's mind went blank.
Three or four times out of ten, the troubles in life are because of shame.
As long as you are shameless, life is a broad road, and you can take it.
Chu Qing looked at Fu San and said happily: "Young master, I will teach you a lesson. You must not lose face, remember."
Fu San stood up quickly: "Ever since I followed you, you have always taught me through words and deeds. I never dare to forget."
