Under the bleak autumn wind, everything is silent, and people walk in twos and threes on the street, seemingly leisurely and comfortable. After they are full and well-dressed, the people have nothing else to ask for. Since ancient times, Chinese people have been easily contented.
Suddenly, someone unknown came running hurriedly from the end of the street, with a look of horror on his face, and shouted hysterically: "Here comes Fang Shatou!"
This shout made all the leisurely people on the street change their colors, and then they became a hurried mess, those holding children, those closing stalls, those pushing carts... They disappeared without a trace as fast as they could, and the bustling street disappeared in an instant.
Empty, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, the streets were littered with fruits and broken eggs that were too late to collect. A gust of autumn wind blew through, and the dust on the streets was kicked up and flying all over the sky. The whole scene looked desolate and desolate.
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A group of people appeared at the end of the street. They lined up neatly, holding a variety of weapons in their hands, including maces, embroidered spring knives, judge pens, and even the legendary blood drops... This group of people looked cold.
Lie, with an indifferent face, and a bit of cruelty and bloodthirsty.
Then an official sedan with eight carriages came flying forward, and everyone stepped aside and prostrated themselves on both sides of the street at the same time, shouting in unison: "See Mr. Fang, the Factory Superintendent!"
Then the official sedan stopped, and the subordinates respectfully opened the sedan curtain, and a man walked out of the sedan. This man was very handsome and handsome, but unfortunately he had a feminine and fierce look on his face. This man was Fang Zheng.
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Then, the walk-ons came out, and countless heroes jumped down from the roofs of the pavilions on both sides of the street like dumplings. They rushed towards Fang Zheng with swords and guns, shouting: "Kill the eagle dog of the imperial court, the emperor's
Lackey! We, the people, will have a peaceful life from now on!"
Everyone had no hesitation to look back and went forward one after another. Of course, all the martyrs died under the butcher's knives of the court's hawks and dogs.
Fang Zheng looked at the corpses scattered on the ground without mercy, smiled coldly, and then spoke, his voice was a bit effeminate.
"Send the order and search for rebels in the world. If any are found, the nine tribes will be killed. I would rather kill ten thousand by mistake than let one person go!"
All the imperial hawks and dogs responded with a roar. The desolate and deserted streets were filled with the smell of blood, which dissipated into the distance with the autumn wind...
The last subtitles began to scroll: "During the Jianwu period of the Hua Dynasty, Fang Zheng, the most treacherous minister in the world and the famous murder tool of the imperial court, established the notorious secret service xxx to eliminate dissidents and kill loyal and good people. The entire Hua Dynasty suddenly fell into a white terror.
From officials to common people, countless people died under his butcher's knife. Civil righteous people rose up one after another to oppose the tyranny, and thus staged scenes of tragic and tragic stories..."
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Fang Zheng woke up from the tragic story and couldn't help but shuddered all over. Now it seems that the above may be obscene, but if this spy organization is really established, thousands of years later, he will be in the history books,
In the hearts of the people of later generations, and even in costume TV movies, this is probably the image that he really has? Since ancient times, I have never heard of any spy chief of the imperial court leaving a good reputation in history.
I smiled helplessly. It seems that I am destined to be infamy for thousands of years. I wonder if the emperor will compensate me for the loss of my reputation because of the injustice I have suffered. After all, young master, before I became the leader of the secret service, I was as pure as a child.
For a person who is like a blank piece of paper, everything is forced!
His thoughts were spinning like lightning, and Fang Zheng began to immerse himself in another scene:
In the eerie interrogation room, the spy leader Mr. Fang was personally holding a barbed whip and whipping the underground party members who were unfortunately arrested. While whipping, he shouted viciously: "Hand over the list!"
The heroic underground party comrade weakly raised his scar-covered head, smiled disdainfully, and then said a contemptuous "Bah!" The sound was full of justice and unyielding...
The spy leader Fang Zheng went crazy, "Come here! Give me pepper water! Sit on the tiger bench! Put bamboo sticks in it! - Just don't use a honey trap on him..."
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"Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng!" The emperor's voice contained anger.
Fang Zheng put back his messy thoughts. Seeing the emperor staring at him with dissatisfaction, Fang Zheng quickly said: "I'm sorry, Wei Chen was distracted just now..."
The emperor shook his head and sighed: "I am the Supreme Being. When the civil and military ministers of the entire dynasty talk to me, who is not trembling with fear and walking on thin ice? You are the only one who dares to be distracted in front of me."
Fang Zheng said with a smile: "Wei Chen was just thinking about how to start the preparation work. The emperor has given Wei Chen such an arduous and glorious task. Wei Chen will definitely work hard and die to repay the Emperor for his kindness."
kindness……"
The emperor's face brightened slightly when he heard this, and he said, "Then have you decided how to start?"
Fang Zheng nodded and smiled: "I think I have thought about it, but there is one biggest difficulty..." Then Fang Zheng said with a sad face: "Your Majesty, there is no money! Training expenses, recruitment of new people, food procurement, and employees' wages and benefits
, accident insurance, pension funds, disability subsidies... none of them require money. If the emperor wants to develop this organization, he must first allocate hundreds of thousands of taels of silver."
Unexpectedly, the emperor rolled his eyes and said leisurely: "...I don't have any money either. You can find your own way."
Fang Zheng was stunned when he heard this, and then said anxiously: "Where can I think of a way to go? Your Majesty, to tell you the truth, now I only have a dozen or so taels of silver left in my purse. It is impossible to develop and grow."
Yes, if you want to dismiss him
Guys, maybe Wei Chen's little money is just enough for them to have a meal, otherwise, let's forget about it? Wei Chen invites them to have a meal, and everyone will go their separate ways from now on.
Green water flows forever..."
Fang Zheng was talking nonsense in his mouth, but he was thinking in his heart. Wouldn't the Emperor want our Fang family business to support these people? He uses his personal money to support the state machinery. This old man is so shameless. Why does he always fight?
What are your ideas for my family property?
Seeing that the emperor's face was a bit ugly, Fang Zheng quickly said before the emperor could speak: "Your Majesty, Weichen's family has no money anymore. There are thousands of clerks, shopkeepers, accountants, and handymen to support. Weichen's family can no longer make ends meet.
We are so stretched! Don’t you know that there are many humble ministers?
I haven't eaten meat for days, and I'm already hallucinating. I want to take a bite of everyone I see on the street, including Wu Bing in your family. No matter how I look at him, Wei Chen thinks he looks like an extra-large walking hoof.
Later, I thought that I was too familiar with him and I was embarrassed to speak..."
The emperor laughed angrily at Fang Zheng's pitiful cry: "Did I ever say that I wanted your Fang family to pay for it? Huh! Think of me as a shameless person who wants to seize the property of my ministers. Just for this reason, you should be dragged away.
Go out and get twenty sticks!"
The emperor frowned and pondered for a moment, and then said: "Didn't the prince give you one million taels of silver? I guess you have never dared to spend that money? So, now I allow you to use that money as funds, this
But a large sum of money will last you several years."
Fang Zheng raised his head suddenly and blurted out subconsciously: "That's mine!"
Seeing the emperor's eyes that were about to burst into flames, Fang Zheng immediately knew that he was wrong. Everything in this world belongs to us, or it may belong to others, but in the final analysis, it all belongs to the emperor, including the bribes accepted by the ministers.
—Speaking of which, the old emperor is a monkey spirit, so I’m afraid he’s already had the idea of spending this amount of money.
Fang Zheng and the emperor discussed some specific details of establishing a spy agency, including site selection, selecting personnel from each army, how to train, future duties, etc. This was the first spy organization in the more than 100 years since the founding of the Chinese Dynasty.
It began to take shape in the conversation between the emperor and the organization's first spy chief, Mr. Fang...
After talking, the two of them realized that it was already time to light the lamp.
The emperor rubbed his head tiredly and said: "If you have nothing to do, please step back and remember to do your errands well. I am tired and need to rest."
Fang Zheng responded respectfully, and after telling the emperor to pay attention to the dragon body, he turned around and was about to retreat. Then Fang Zheng seemed to suddenly remember something, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke.
"Uh... Your Majesty, for that one million taels of silver... should we also make a 19-point account..."
Before he finished speaking, an object similar to a paperweight flew over Fang Zheng's head. He subconsciously shrank his neck. Before he could react, he heard the emperor's roar coming from the royal study room: "Get out! Get away from me.
Come on! Get out of here!"
Fang Zheng was so frightened that he ran away and quickly left this dangerous place. It was so rude. Why does the emperor have such a bad temper? He also played tricks on others. It was obviously given to me by the prince...
Facts have proved that every conversation with the emperor ends in this way, and I have to admit that this is really regrettable...
After leaving the palace gate, we met Wen Sen. It seemed that he had been waiting for Fang Zheng outside the palace gate.
Wen Sen's smile was very sunny, and it was like the cold winter sunshine. There was a bit of flattery in his smile. Maybe someone who did his job was not used to smiling like this, so he gave people a very stiff feeling.
Fang Zheng also smiled at him, silently demonstrating to him what a correct smile should look like.
Wen Sen has a strong learning ability. After being stunned for a moment, his smile became more sincere the second time.
Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction, looking at Wen Sen with eyes full of approval: "Wait for me?"
Wen Sen smiled and said: "Yes, I will work under Mr. Fang from now on. Please take good care of your subordinates." After saying that, he looked around and saw no one around. He took out a piece of paper and stuffed it secretly.
into Fang Zheng's hands.
Fang Zheng smiled in his heart. He was short of money and flowers, so his subordinates gave me a gift as a gift. God still favors me. Whatever I need, I will get what I need. Wen Sen, this kid, has a lot of eyesight. I will have to promote him in the future. Although
His method of giving gifts seemed a bit clumsy, and it seemed that he rarely did this kind of thing to please his boss, but this did not affect Fang Zheng's happy mood.
Feeling happy in his heart, but pretending to be displeased on his face, Fang Zheng said with a straight face: "Hey - what are you doing? I am an honest and upright official, with a breeze on my sleeves, as clean as Tianshan snow lotus, as clear as Qinhuai tofu, you
Doesn’t this damage my reputation? - I won’t do it next time!”
Wen Sen said with a flattering smile: "Yes, yes, I will definitely not give it away next time, I will definitely not give it away!"
Fang Zheng glanced sideways at him, looking at this guy, he is just a pink and tender novice in officialdom. If I say otherwise, you really won't give it away?
The two of them stood at the gate of the palace and talked intimately for a long time, nothing more than polite words such as taking care of them more in the future and promoting them more in the future. Fang Zheng yawned and talked to the emperor all day long, and now he was a little sleepy. Wen Sen
Seeing that his boss was not in good spirits, he quickly resigned.
As soon as Wen Sen turned around, Fang Zheng couldn't wait to open the bribe he had just received, feeling very happy in his heart. God wants this young master to pay it, but I dare not not pay it...
After seeing what was in his hand clearly, Fang Zheng's heart froze, and then he became furious: "Hey! Come back!"
Wen Sen turned around without knowing why, and saw Fang Zheng shaking the paper in his hand with anger on his face, and said angrily: "What did you give me? Your salary list for next month?".
Wen Sen took a closer look, then his face turned red with embarrassment, and he took it back: "Sorry, sorry, I was nervous for a moment and sent the wrong one. That was the pension list for our brothers just now. This is the list. Mr. Fang, please forgive me."
, forgive me, this subordinate deserves to die!"
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Wen Sen handed over another banknote, and Fang Zheng took it and took a closer look. It was just a banknote of one hundred taels, and it was crumpled, like a piece of toilet paper...
Wen Sen said sheepishly: "This is something we dozens of brothers put together as a token of appreciation for your lord. The brothers' salaries are not high, so I hope you don't dislike it..."
Fang Zheng sighed and silently handed the banknote back to Wen Sen: "You'd better return it to the brothers. Dozens of people have collected a hundred taels. I'm really embarrassed to take it. - The emperor owes you a lot, don't you?"
Less salary? I'll help you get your hard-earned money tomorrow. If you don't give it, I'll climb the high-voltage power tower to scare him..."
What kind of mess have I accepted? Everyone is so poor that they are part of the country's secret service. Why do I always feel like I am the leader of a beggar gang...
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After returning home, Fang Zheng had just stepped through the gate of Fang Mansion when the killer brother came towards him.
Fang Zheng was happy when he saw him: "Oh, it's rare today. Brother Killer takes the initiative to welcome me here?"
The killer brother shook his head coolly: "It happened by chance, I went out for a walk..."
Fang Zheng's face instantly stiffened.
The killer brother ignored him and passed him by.
Fang Zheng rolled his eyes, quickly grabbed him, and said with a smile on his face: "Hey, don't leave in a hurry. Brother Killer, I have a long-term business, do you want to take it? Enjoy the treatment of a national civil servant, and maybe I can give it to you.
Pair it with a Xiaomi or something..."
The killer brother said impatiently: "What's the matter?"
Damn it! Those who have the ability just pull it! Fang Zheng mentally raised his middle finger to the killer, but still smiled on his face and said: "You are in business anyway, as long as you make money, I guess you won't refuse?"
"What's going on?"
"Help me train a group of people, um, teach them how to capture, fight, kill, slide in and pick locks, and it's best to also teach them your unique skills of flying knives..."
"Not interested." The killer brother turned around and left before he finished hearing what he said.
Fang Zheng was stunned, and just as he was about to call him to stop, the killer brother suddenly turned back.
Fang Zheng said happily: "Have you changed your mind?"
The killer brother shook his head: "Suddenly I remembered something, I should remind you..."
Fang Zheng looked solemn and said, "What's the matter?"
"There is a five-year-old girl holding a box. She is looking for you everywhere in the house. She should be out soon."
"Chang Le?" Fang Zheng's legs went weak, his whole body was shaking, and he asked tremblingly, "How long does it take for her to come out?"
The killer brother said coolly: "Ten."
"Ten what? Ten sticks of incense, or ten hours?"
"Nine, eight, seven, six..."
"...It belongs to your uncle!"
Fang Zheng turned around and ran away without hesitation.