The sons, ladies and a group of masters from the four major families were captured alive by the bandit king Xin Zhuo, and only one person escaped.
After this news was confirmed again and again by professionals, and finally verified to be correct, it was like thunder exploding on the ground, or like pouring a spoonful of ice water into a boiling oil pan.
The whole city went crazy instantly!
This is no longer a hard-to-catch bandit, but more than half of the city is about to go bankrupt!
A chain reaction soon followed, with the economy sluggish, unemployment soaring, and pedestrians on the streets feeling much depressed.
Strong contrast, double psychological and spiritual pressure, in just an hour, half of the people in the city fell ill.
And more people chose to give up.
"No, member Hu from Qixiangfang jumped off the building!"
"Master Zhang San of Xiaodong Lane has drowned in the river!"
"Second Sister-in-law Li gave up all her family's wealth to the Murong family, and now she's holding a kitchen knife to wipe her neck!"
"The worst thing is that leader Song of the Beicheng Ax Gang, who bet all the gang's property, is now being chased and hacked by his younger brothers!"
"The shopkeepers of Li Ji Silk Shop and the Jiang family's pawnshop met to drink rat poison. It is said that two days ago they were arguing about whether the Murong family or the Yuan family would win!"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! The government office is on an errand!"
Yuan Moer hurried to Wangjiang Tower, the tallest building in the city, with a group of agents. They came to stop the gamblers from thinking too hard.
This was a serious matter that could lead to death, but Yuan Moer's face showed a trace of imperceptible pride.
"Tou, did you make money?" A female detective keenly noticed the pleasure on Yuan's face.
Yuan Mo'er coughed lightly: "Don't talk nonsense! I just remembered the funny things last year."
At this time, they had arrived at the Wangjiang downstairs. The policemen looked up and saw a fat man on the top of the building wearing only gray underpants, looking up to the sky and wailing: "It's gone, it's all gone!"
"Executive member Hu!"
Yuan Moer tried her best to make her voice softer: "It's just that I lost some money. People have to survive, so why bother thinking about it? Don't you still have a wine shop and a jade shop?"
Hu Yuanwai lowered his head, his eyes turned red, and roared: "Lost, all lost!"
"What about... your wife and children? You always have to worry about their feelings, right?"
"I lost too! I mortgaged them!"
"Well...you still have parents, right? You must repay your parents for their upbringing!"
"My father passed away early, and my mother and several maids were used as laundry for the White Laundry. They were exchanged for fifty taels, and they were also taken into custody by me."
"You always have a chance to make a comeback and save them from the fire, right?"
"No, I also borrowed 1,800 taels from the bank!"
"Then go to hell, you loser!"
"..." All the detectives looked at their own arrester blankly.
Yuan Moer realized that he had made a mistake and shouted quickly: "No, it's just a joke!"
"Bet on a ball... I will never bet again in the next life! Xin Zhuo, the thief, you and I are sworn in! Even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go!"
Hu Yuanwai looked up to the sky and screamed, then fell down.
Yuan Mo'er, with quick eyes and hands, raised his foot and kicked a cart of grain next to him, narrowly catching Mr. Hu.
Hu Yuanwai's suicide incident is by no means an isolated incident. The city is now full of people drowning themselves in rivers, jumping off buildings, and drinking medicine.
Fortunately, there was a big battle outside the city, and the inside of the city was prevented from sneaking in. There were a lot of policemen fighting fires everywhere, so the casualty rate was not too high after all.
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The backyard of the prefect.
The news is slightly delayed. The prefect's wife is happy to be quiet. Generally, it takes much longer for the news in the market to reach here.
At this time, the prefect's wife and her two children, Su Miaojin, were admiring the plum blossoms. The table was filled with "Su Miao Zhai" snacks with beautiful color and excellent taste.
"The two poems written by that person are only average. Our Qiugong Pavilion is full of talented people and women like this."
Su Zefeng ate a piece of peach cake and said, "Poems, lyrics and songs are just for leisure. It's not as refreshing as killing a thief. Mother, sister, you don't know something. Chen Guiyan and Murong Lei are really masters. Without my sister as a bargaining chip, Even if that Thief King Xin has eight arms, it will be difficult for him to escape."
"That's good, that's good!"
The prefect's wife gently patted Su Miaojin's delicate hand lovingly, "Miaojin has suffered so many grievances. I should cut that thief king alive to relieve my mother's bad anger. Then wait until your father and the generals win the battle outside the city." , this day will be considered peaceful."
Su Miaojin, who was dressed in white, smiled slightly, but a thought arose in her heart. She was very curious about what happened to the masters of the four families and Xin Zhuo. It had been several days, so maybe it was time for the results to come out, right?
"Mom and sister, don't worry, there is no accident!"
Su Zefeng stuck another piece of peach cake.
"problem occurs."
At this moment, the maid Dong Ling staggered in from outside the courtyard, her face full of horror: "Madam, young lady, young master, something bad has happened..."
"How can you behave in such a stormy situation?" The prefect, who was accustomed to managing his family well, couldn't help but make an excuse.
Dong Ling bowed and saluted with a trembling voice: "The masters of the four major families were all captured alive by King Xin, and only one escaped!"
"Snapped!"
The peach cake in Su Zefeng's hand fell to the ground, and his eyes widened. He had been waiting for news these days. He was even so confident that he beat the Murong family by five thousand taels...
Even the prefect's wife trembled.
Su Miaojin was slightly stunned at first, then lowered her head, a smile appeared on her lips, and then she suppressed her seriousness, but she couldn't become serious at all.
Little thief, it's really yours. I've made a lot of money.
At the beginning of the lanterns, the streets were full of lamentations and negative emotions, but Shangguan Fan Qing was in a good mood. He even had the leisure to pull up his hair in a romantic bun, with a touch of elegance on his face, squinting his eyes, I slapped my folding fan and went straight to the Golden Hook Casino.
Maid Haitang followed closely behind, her big eyes blinking: "Young Hall Master, that little thief is so powerful, he really won."
"Isn't it that your young master is so powerful? This is called three taels of gold, singing and dancing, and a family of snakes and rats getting married! Let's go, take some silver, pay thirty-nine for each, I have to calculate how much I have won, haha..."
In front is the Golden Gou Gambling House, which is no longer as lively as it used to be. There are only a few dead leaves rolling along the door. The steward and the boy are sitting side by side at the door, their faces ashen.
The atmosphere is not right!
Shangguan Fan Qing put away the fan in confusion: "Steward Wu, we are here to exchange the money!"
The manager looked up at him and pointed behind him: "My boss is inside, you go find my boss."
Shangguan Fan Qing was surprised when he entered the room and saw a strong man wearing brocade standing on a stool. There was a three-foot white silk hanging from the beam, with his head half tucked inside.
"Wait a minute, boss!" Shangguan Fan Qing quickly waved his hand to stop him.
It's okay not to shout, but when the voice came out, the boss got excited, stuffed his head, kicked the stool, and his neck was instantly tense, making him roll his eyes.
"Damn it, your brain is so funny, you can't think about it after winning the money? Why don't you die after exchanging my money!"
Shangguan Fan Qing was furious. He waved his fan gently, and a shadow of the fan whizzed away, cutting off the white silk ribbon.
The boss fell to the ground with a "thud", coughed violently several times, regained his breath, then clapped his legs and cried loudly.
Shangguan Fan Qing looked at the appearance of the boss and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Huh? Aren't you Bawangdaosun Dali? We went shopping together in Goulan!"
