It seemed to be a common occurrence for Young Master Fang to be scolded by the Emperor in the Imperial Study Room. However, this time Fang Zheng felt that he was in the wrong, so he lowered his head and said nothing, letting the Emperor do whatever he wanted.
Cursing and cursing.
In fact, he himself was quite strange. After reading the memorial carefully, how could he think of replying? Moreover, the replies were all nonsense like snake oil, with no technical content at all. If what he said was meaningful, the emperor would probably not respond either.
Would you lose such a big temper?
This proves that there is still a difference between reading memorials and reading posts. At least you have to maintain a correct attitude and not blindly pour water on others. The emperor has been reading memorials for decades, but he has never replied to the memorial: "Good post, everyone supports it."
!" and other nonsense.
The emperor was a little surprised when he saw Fang Zheng's rare lack of glibness and jokes. He originally planned to scold him for just one stick of incense, but then he got more and more addicted and scolded him for half an hour with foaming at the mouth. From then on, Fang Zheng scolded him for half an hour.
Starting from the criticism of Zheng's character, he was scolded on everything imaginable, including his personality, his taste in clothing, even his walking posture, etc.
The more Fang Zheng listened, the more depressed he became. It seems that the old emperor is full of complaints about this young master.
A cup of tea was served on the table, and Fang Zheng handed it to the emperor with a flattering smile on his face: "Your Majesty, please sit down and continue scolding, don't tire yourself out. Come on, take a sip of tea to moisten your throat first, Wei Chen continues
Listening to the holy teachings with a heavy face..."
The emperor took the tea and drank it in large gulps. He glared at him with a sullen face, snorted angrily, and sat down.
"I'm too lazy to scold you. I'm calling you here today. In addition to the tax and silver matters in Jiangnan, I also want to introduce you to a few generals. You can select people from the armies they command to develop the organization..."
Fang Zheng interrupted the emperor's words and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, let's give this organization a louder name, otherwise we keep calling it "an organization" and others will think we are running a chicken farm."
The emperor nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, we should give it a name. In your opinion, what is the best name?"
"Extermination Alliance!" Fang Zheng said without hesitation. This secret service agency is destined to be infamy for thousands of years. Let's give it a very righteous name to disgust those historians.
The emperor frowned when he heard this. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with this loud and just name. He shook his head and said, "That's not appropriate. Change it to another one."
Fang Zheng spread his hands helplessly, "Then we have to call it Al Qaeda..." Good and bad have to be at one end, and since we can't be too righteous, let's move closer to the evil direction.
The emperor was obviously even more dissatisfied with this name, "It's inappropriate, it's inexplicable."
"Heaven and Earth Society?"
"Intelligence Agency?"
"Jinyiwei?"
"……Romance in the Rain?"
"in memory of our passing age?"
"Look at the face of the moon?"
"…………"
Seeing that the emperor's head was shaking like a rattle, Fang Zheng sighed and looked helplessly at the emperor, as if he was looking at a child who was rolling on the ground for lack of candy: "Then what do you call it?"
The Iron-Blooded Faction is not good enough, and the artistic accent is not good either. Why don't we just give it a bad name? Why do we make it so troublesome?
The emperor stroked his long beard and said attentively: "This organization cannot see the light, and it has to perform tasks in secret for a long time. Why not call it - 'Shadow'?"
"thump!"
"What's wrong with you?" the emperor said displeased.
"Ah...it's nothing, it's nothing. Haha..." Fang Zheng stood up and laughed dryly.
Shadow, this old man’s literary talent and creativity are more than one level behind this young master...
Therefore, under the strong pressure of the emperor, the first spy agency of the Hua Dynasty got its name - Shadow, a name that is both earthy and vulgar, just like "Gou Sheng", "Dazhu" and "Erwa".
The names are the same, suitable for all ages,... catchy?….
Fang Zheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and suppressed the chill in his heart. He was thinking whether he should resign from the position of "shadow leader" to the emperor. The names of other spy chiefs were so majestic. What kind of factory supervisor?
Sir, when I hear it, I feel domineering, bloody and ghastly. When it is my turn, what do others call me? Shadow boss, shadow boss, or simply shadow head? No matter how I call it, I feel like a bastard. Leader
A bunch of gangsters do all kinds of evil, and they only dare to collect business protection fees and snatch lollipops from children...
The emperor was quite satisfied with the name he chose. He half-closed his eyes and was intoxicated for a while, then opened his eyes and said, "Well, not bad, that's it, Shadow!"
Fang Zheng wiped his sweat again and thought, forget it, don't argue with the older man, a shadow is a shadow, it's better than steamed buns, ducks, brothels and the like... Fang Zheng accepted this unavoidable fact with a frown on his face.
, he will be the shadow leader from now on, alas!
When Fang Zheng sighed, the emperor announced three generals from the army. One of them was an old acquaintance, Feng Qiudao, who was the leading general of the Longwu Army. There were also two others, one named Liu Changsheng and the other
Their name is Zhao Hu, and they are the leading generals of the Shence Army and the Shenwu Army respectively.
Fang Zheng met the two generals and smiled at Feng Qiudao. Feng Qiudao's cold and resolute lips gently pulled down the corners as a greeting.
General Liu of the Shence Army is a relatively elegant man in his forties. Judging from his appearance alone, no one would believe that this man is actually a general who leads tens of thousands of troops. And the General of the Shenwu Army
General Zhao Hu, like his name, is powerful and domineering. He is also in his forties and is a tall and burly northern man.
With a faint smile in his eyes, the emperor said: "Three generals, Fang Aiqing, followed my order to form a new organization called 'Shadow'."
The three generals looked shocked at the same time. Just by hearing this name, they probably knew what kind of organization the so-called "Shadow" was. Why did the emperor set up such an organization? Although the three generals were leaders of the army, they were not familiar with politics.
There is still a certain degree of sensitivity, and they can even predict what kind of turbulence the court will experience with the establishment of this organization, and what kind of reorganization and reshuffle the various factions and cronies in the court will experience. The Emperor
The intention of this move is self-evident.
The emperor had a clear view of everyone's expressions, smiled slightly, and said: "Shadow is a secret organization, and you are the generals I trust, so I can rest assured to tell you. The main reason I summoned you today is to let you get to know Fang Aiqing.
, I want to select loyal and capable people from each army to join the shadow, Fang Aiqing will be in charge of this matter, and I hope that the three generals will assist me."
Only then did Fang Zheng understand that the emperor had summoned them to tell them that I am going to poach someone in your territory. No matter who I choose, you have to let him go.
But isn't it a bit unnecessary for the emperor to do this? It's enough to just give them an imperial edict. Why call them here in person?
Feng Qiudao stood up first and saluted without hesitation: "General, I will obey the order!"
The two generals also quickly stood up and offered their full assistance.
Fang Zheng glanced at them with a smile and found that Zhao Hu had no expression on his face and his eyes were looking straight ahead. Fang Zheng didn't even look at them. Liu Changsheng nodded and smiled at Fang Zheng, but there was a flash in his eyes.
Complex color.
Judging from the performance of these two generals, they do not look like simple characters. Of course, being able to become a general commanding tens of thousands of troops in his forties is definitely not simple in itself.
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "I would like to thank you two generals for your help. We are all on errands for the emperor and are loyal to you. If I have any troubles, I hope that these two generals will take it for granted."…
Liu Changsheng cupped his hands and smiled and said: "It's easy to talk about. Sir Fang comes to select people for our army. You can choose. I will give my full assistance."
Zhao Hu then cupped his hand hastily and said lightly "Hmm". He didn't even look at Fang Zheng from the beginning to the end, as if he had some kind of prejudice against him.
Fang Zheng felt unhappy. I have never offended you, so who should I show such a bad face to?
Feng Qiudao didn't wait for Fang Zheng to be polite and said directly: "Master Fang, there is no need to talk between you and me. If there is anything you need help with, just ask."
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "Of course, I didn't intend to be polite to you, but don't act like a persimmon vendor and put all your weak ones in front of me for me to pick..."
Feng Qiudao made a rare joke: "Then you can't pick out the only persimmons left in our army..."
-------------------
After leaving the palace, Fang Zheng was about to board the carriage and return home. Suddenly he felt his sleeve being pulled by someone. Fang Zheng turned around and saw that it was Wen Sen.
Fang Zheng looked around. Except for the imperial guards guarding the gate, the square in front of the palace gate was empty. There was no one there. Where did this guy come from?
Wen Sen cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Master Fang, my subordinates have been waiting for you outside the palace gate. You... uh, Master Fang, what are you looking for? Is something missing?".
Fang Zheng ignored him and relentlessly tapped the green bricks on the square one by one with his feet. It's really puzzling. Where is this guy hiding? Could it be that he uses the art of earth escape or flying with a sword?
?Why does it appear in an incredible way every time?
Really unable to find a clue, Fang Zheng gave up, grabbed Wen Sen's shoulders and said solemnly: "No matter what, you have to tell me today, where did you come from? Why are you always in the same position?
Erratic?"
Wen Sen wiped his sweat and said: "Master Fang, those who do this kind of thing like us are just seeking concealment. This is a skill that must be learned. But Master Fang, you are an important minister in the court, so you don't need to know so clearly..."
Fang Zheng said seriously: "No, I have to learn! I have to learn even if I don't eat or sleep! I have never been so serious about learning anything in my life."
"But...why do you learn this?"
"It's very important! If I learn how to do it, the boudoir of those young ladies from good families will not be as easy for me as visiting the backyard of my own house. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...hurry up and teach me!"
"…………"
After Wen Sen sincerely told Fang Zheng that appearing out of thin air was just a deception, Fang Zheng had to give up his plan of sneaking into the boudoir of fellow women in the middle of the night.
"When you appear in front of me in the future, you should act more normally. Do you know that appearing out of nowhere will scare people to death?" Mr. Fang was not in a good mood when he was forced to give up the plan he had just outlined.
Wen Sen said yes.
"What are you looking for me for?"
Wen Sen said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Fang, have you forgotten that you haven't met your dozens of subordinates since you took office? Seeing that the emperor is urging you, you have to meet them? If you are free, next time
How about I take you to meet them?"
Fang Zheng slapped his forehead, yes! Master, I now have people under my command. I have been in office for several days and I haven't seen them yet. How can a boss do this?
Wen Sen hurriedly invited Fang Zheng into an inconspicuous carriage. The driver gave a crisp whip sign, and the carriage drove slowly towards the west of the city.
The carriage was a bit old, shaking constantly, and the axles made a heart-wrenching creaking sound. It was much worse than Fang Zheng's private luxury carriage.
Wen Sen saw Fang Zheng frowning tightly and said with a smile: "Master Fang, don't be surprised. The funds allocated by the emperor each year are limited, so we can only make do with this, which makes Master Fang feel wronged."
Fang Zheng finally couldn't help but cover his cheeks and said: "It's okay if it's a bit worn out. I said you guys are too lazy, so why don't you put some oil on the axle? You hear the squeaking and your teeth will fall out."
….
Wen Sen chuckled and became silent in frustration.
The carriage traveled for two sticks of incense, turned into a secluded alley, and then stopped.
Wen Sen jumped out of the carriage first and then respectfully helped Fang Zheng out.
Fang Zheng looked around, hey, I'm in a slum.
As far as the eye can see, there are mottled and dilapidated houses, the outer walls are covered with moss, the roads are narrow and muddy, the middle of the road is overgrown with weeds, and it is inaccessible. This place seems to have been forgotten by the people in the capital.
Fang Zheng stood facing a rickety door. He glanced at Wen Sen in confusion. Wen Sen smiled and said, "Master Fang, the brothers are waiting for you inside."
"You all live here?" Fang Zheng couldn't believe it. These were the emperor's eyes and ears throughout the world. How important their role was. How could they be allowed to live in a place like this like a bunch of beggars?
Wen Sen smiled and said: "It's more convenient here, and it's quite cheap to buy this house, and it's not easy for people to notice when you come in and out..."
"The funds allocated by the emperor are very small?" This old man is quite stingy.
Wen Sen hurriedly said: "The emperor treats his subordinates well, but there is not much money left in the treasury now, and money is needed everywhere. The subordinates are very considerate of the emperor's difficulties."
You are so kind. If it were Fang Zheng himself, he might have put his hair in red and carried it to the entrance of the palace to sit in protest, or else he would have simply given up the job. If the horse wants to run, it also has to eat grass.
Fang Zheng sighed, it seemed that his brothers were all contented people. He had to improve their welfare quickly, otherwise those who work like them suddenly figured it out one day and felt that his
The treatment is low, if you grit your teeth and stomp your feet, you can simply change jobs and find another boss, and act like a traitor to the enemy, how much trouble will it cause to the country!
Under Wen Sen's respectful guidance, Fang Zheng stepped into the door that would cause the wind to fall to the ground if it exceeded Level 6.
What came into view were more than thirty people with very ordinary looks. Among them were old men who looked to be in their forties or fifties, children of twelve or thirteen years old, and most of them young people in their twenties and thirties.
These people wear ordinary black short clothes and have a sophisticated appearance, but their temperaments are different. Some of them look like pawns, their faces have become aged due to the pressure of life, and some of them look like failed scholars.
, when people first see him, they feel that this person is very lonely, and he is the kind of person who has no hope in his life. He also looks like a smooth and sophisticated businessman, with a fake but enthusiastic smile on his face when he meets people...
Fang Zheng blinked, what kind of people are these? He has no doubt that if he brings in some necessary props and sets them up, and then lets the group of people in front of him play their respective roles, they can completely create something in this dilapidated place.
The small courtyard creates a lively market atmosphere.
This group of people are all excellent! Fang Zheng came to this conclusion in his heart. According to the natural law of survival of the fittest, those who are not excellent will die, so Fang Zheng's conclusion is very correct.
Seeing everyone lined up neatly and looking at him quietly, Fang Zheng subconsciously raised his hand, but then he thought about it, he was their boss.
Then Fang Zheng imitated the great man and waved to them broadly, saying affectionately: "Hello, comrades!"
"…………"
He was very disappointed that in this era, no one answered him "Hello, Chief." This made Fang Zheng's plan to hold a super small military parade dim.
Seeing the more than thirty people in front of him staring at him silently, Fang Zheng scratched his head worriedly. How did the army commanders maintain a good relationship with the soldiers in his previous life? After all, these people will be the shadow organization in the future.
It is very important for me to win over the key members of the team.
After thinking for a long time, Fang Zheng finally thought of it, yes, help them sort out their military appearance...
Then Fang Zheng walked up to them and helped them organize their "military appearance" one by one. While doing so, he praised them.
"Well, you are a good young man."
"Come on! Work hard! I'm optimistic about you!"
"Old man, how old are you? You haven't retired yet?"
"Your skin is too rough. I'll send you two boxes of Ruyuzhai body lotion tomorrow..."
"…………"
While talking and walking, Fang Zheng walked to the end of the team and found a handsome and handsome young man, but unfortunately he was a little short. He looked at Fang Zheng with a smile.
"Wow! This man is so handsome! He's almost catching up with me, haha..."
As he said this, Fang Zheng suddenly saw that the young man's body was quite well exercised, with two strong pectoral muscles faintly protruding from his chest. Fang Zheng estimated that if he had to fight in a one-on-one fight, he might not be able to beat him.
Unexpectedly, Fang Zheng's hand quickly fell on the young man's chest and squeezed it gently.
"I'm so envious... When will I be able to develop such amazing chest muscles..." Fang Zheng sighed regretfully, lowered his head and looked at himself, his disappointment was beyond words.
The young man's cheeks suddenly turned red, and his lips pursed for a long time before he finally summoned up the courage to speak.
Her voice was delicate, "Sir, my subordinate is a woman!"
--------The following does not count as money---------
Thank you for your concern. I am feeling better and am resting at home.
At this moment, if I were to cry naked in the ice and snow and beg for monthly tickets, I wonder if there is any compassionate boss who would be willing to donate generously?