The person who made the voice was a middle-aged man, wearing a gorgeous dark purple robe. He was in his early forties, with a fair face and no beard. He was about the same height as Lin Jingzhi. This man was Jia Lin's father, Jia Nanshan.
The Jia family and the Lin family deal in different goods and there is no business conflict, so the relationship between the two families was quite good in the past.
"My nephew has come to meet Uncle Jia." After hearing this, Lin Jingzhi quickly turned around and saluted Jia Nanshan.
Jia Lin lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Jia Nanshan glared at his son first, and then helped Lin Jingzhi up with his own hands, but the smile on his face seemed to be a little fake, "Jingzhi doesn't have to be so polite. I see you are in better health today, so I feel relieved."
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After saying that, he turned his head and looked at his son, "Lin'er, follow me there. I'll introduce you to a few people. From now on, you should focus on business and don't just think about sex all day long.
The girl in the smoke pavilion."
"Yes." Jia Lin was afraid of his father, so he lowered his head and responded. Seeing his father turn around and take a few steps, he glanced at Lin Jingzhi with a complicated expression, then reached out and picked up a paper ball.
It was stuffed into Lin Jingzhi's hand.
The difference between Jia Lin's performance before and after was so great that Lin Jingzhi was puzzled for a while. After Jia and his son walked away, he opened the note. The wrinkles on the note were very deep. It must have been pinched by Jia Lin in his hand.
It's been a long time.
There is only one sentence written on it, 'If you need any help for me in the future, just ask and remember!!!'
After being stunned for a moment, Lin Jingzhi suddenly realized that it seemed that the Jia family already knew about the sluggish business of the Lin family's store, and that someone was causing trouble in the Lin family's store, and the Lin family did not report it to the official, which also gave people the impression that the family was in ruins, or that they were offended.
the misconceptions of court officials.
No wonder Jia Nanshan hurriedly chased after him when he saw Jia Lin chatting with him. It turned out that he was afraid that others would misunderstand how good the relationship between the two families was and that the Lin family would be implicated.
In an instant, Lin Jingzhi figured it out.
However, this Jia Lin has a good nature and will never leave his friends when they are in trouble. He is actually a good friend that you can make.
He carefully folded the paper in his hand and put it into his sleeve. Although it was only a few words, it witnessed the friendship between Jia Lin and him.
Wang Meng stood in the middle of the hall. When he first started to speak, he had an upright look on his face. Not long after, he changed into a compassionate look. He was just like those modern officials who only do superficial things. His acting skills were quite superb.
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Finally, after squeezing out a few tears, he stopped talking, and then applause and praise rang out in the restaurant hall.
With a slight curl of his lips, Lin Jingzhi clapped his hands hypocritically and sneered disdainfully. In fact, if Wang Meng could really use all the money he raised to provide disaster relief, it wouldn't matter if he spoke louder. The Lin family would also admit it. Isn't it just some money?
Although the business of Lin's shop has been bleak in the past few months, there is really no shortage of money.
After all, the donated funds are used for disaster relief and can bring blessings to future generations of the Lin family.
But given Wang Meng’s greedy nature, is it possible? After receiving the money, would he really use it all to buy rice and grain and donate it to the people? Impossible, absolutely impossible!
In addition to businessmen, officials also suffered from national financial difficulties. Some of them pocketed the money allocated by the court, while others pocketed the money donated by the rich and powerful.
Obviously, this Wang Meng is the latter type of person.
In fact, most of the people who can stand here are heads of wealthy families. How can they not have some tricks? Whether they applaud or praise, just like Wang Meng, they are just making superficial remarks.
Raising his hands, Wang Meng pressed them gently, signaling for everyone to quiet down, and then said: "The national crisis is the first, and everyone is responsible. In this way, I will be the first to step forward and donate."
After that, he took out a banknote from the sleeves of his official uniform.
Seeing this, Wang Meng's master Wang Ding quickly bent forward and took it in his hand, opened it gently, and chanted loudly, in a high-pitched voice, "The city guard king donated three hundred taels of silver to relieve the locust plague!"
"Okay, Mr. Wang is indeed a role model for Luo City officials!"
"Master Wang is diligent in his work and loves his people!"
"Everyone should be like Mr. Wang and donate generously!"
As Wang Ding's voice fell, there was a burst of shouting in the hall. Anyone who is interested can find that the people who yelled the most fiercely were all wearing official robes, and some even had steel knives tied around their waists.
Obviously, these people are all members of the government, and they try their best to flatter everyone.
Pressing his hand again, Wang Meng pretended to be humble and said: "My monthly salary is limited, so I can only contribute so much. Please don't laugh at me. Who is willing to make a second donation?"
As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent. Wang Meng was an official. No one dared to say anything about whether he donated more or less. But the people standing in the hall were all representatives of famous wealthy families. Most of them
They all follow the principle of following the trend, which means that you should donate as much as others donate. Then this second person is equivalent to the person who takes the lead and sets an example for the business.
So at this time, most of them will not stand up automatically.
Otherwise, if you donate too much, you will feel distressed. If you donate too little, you will invisibly offend Wang Meng. After all, the amount of silver donated this time is linked to Wang Meng's political achievements.
Wang Meng seemed to have expected the silence, and there was no trace of panic on his face. He stroked his beard, turned around, and scanned the faces of everyone around him. Finally, his eyes suddenly brightened and he fixed on Lin Jingzhi.
"Nephew Lin Xian,
This locust plague in the north is very large and there are many people displaced. However, due to the continuous border wars in recent years, the imperial court has been unable to allocate half of the money due to the emptiness of the treasury. Therefore, I hope you can set a good example for the wealthy families in Luo City and donate more.
Silver taels."
"Yes, the Lin family is a well-known wealthy family in Luo City. Mr. Lin should be able to take a good lead." As soon as Wang Meng finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a military officer's official robe took a step forward and spoke in agreement, intentionally or unintentionally.
He cast a somewhat threatening look.
This person's surname is Zhang Mingxiu. Although his name is more feminine, he is tall and tall. He is a head taller than Lin Jingzhi. His limbs are thick and powerful. He also has a three-foot-long weapon on his waist.
The long steel knife has a scabbard that is more than four inches wide, so it must be quite heavy.
Lin Jingzhi knew this man. He was a garrison officer in Luo City. He had more than 1,500 sergeants under his command and was responsible for important city defense tasks. City defense sergeants were not under the jurisdiction of the military camp. The manpower was recruited by local officials according to the quota assigned by the superiors.
Return to the city and observe moderation.
This person can be regarded as Wang Meng's number one confidant. Otherwise, Wang Meng would not trust him to lead the city guards.
As soon as Zhang Xiu's voice fell, someone else took over, "Yes, the Lin family should take a good lead."
The sound that sounded this time was neither yin nor yang, and it made people uncomfortable to listen to it. He turned his head and glanced at the man. Lin Jingzhi sneered in his heart. It seemed that Wang Meng really wanted to kill the Lin family as he suspected yesterday.
No, the persecution has already begun.
The person who speaks neither Yin nor Yang is named Lei. He is wearing a bright red robe from the yamen. There is no pattern embroidered on the robe. He wears a dark blue belt around his waist. Unlike Zhang Xiu, his waist
He had no weapons, but there were two sharp swords stuck in his back. As he spoke, he walked towards Lin Jingzhi. The look in his eyes was cold and hazy, and he could tell at a glance that he was a ruthless character.
Following the hall, Aunt Yu, who had been standing quietly on the side without making any movement, suddenly took a step forward and almost pressed against Lin Jingzhi's back.
Obviously, Aunt Yu took this action because she felt danger. It also shows that this Yin Lei is by no means simple.
Seeing Aunt Yu's movements, Yin Lei suddenly narrowed his eyes and stopped.
Lin Jingzhi knew Yin Lei and knew that this man was the leader of the Six Gates in Luo City, but he seemed to be confused about the difference between the Six Gates and the police.
"Nephew Lin, have you made up your mind? Why don't you ask me to help you come up with an idea?" Wang Meng asked again.
At this time, many people in the hall had already noticed that something was wrong. Among them, Jia Lin was filled with indignation. If his father hadn't pulled him away, he would have spoken out to support his friend.
"Oh? What's the number in Mr. Wang's mind?" Lin Jingzhi smiled instead of getting angry and asked cooperatively.
Wang Meng's eyes brightened when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little. He thought that Lin Jingzhi had become timid under the pressure of several officials, so he said: "Fifty thousand taels, I think the Lin family should donate 50,000 taels."
Ten thousand taels of silver for disaster relief!"
"His!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were gasps of air in the hall.dd