Chapter 067 The Man Chasing the Wind
"Master Hou, it has been found..."
"Which noble family?"
"The Duke of Qin's Mansion..."
"..."
"However, his father is not the eldest son..."
"I know that Song Shunjing's first wife died of illness, and then the Anqing Hou Mansion married their second daughter to Song Shunjing and gave birth to their eldest son, right?"
"Master Hou has a good memory."
"It's just that I don't know if Song Shunjing was lucky enough in his life. The second daughter of the Anqing Marquis also died of illness ten years later. The old guy never married anyone again. The title of Duke of Qin was passed on to his eldest son, who is now Song Dynasty. Anmin..."
"Master Hou, do you need to stop this?"
"No, it's not like you don't know Xi'er's temper. How can you change the things she believes in?"
"But that boy is not the inheritor of the Duke of Qin's title after all."
"It doesn't matter, people are the most important thing. If the girl asks you later, just deal with it."
"By the way, Lord Marquis, there is one more thing I must report. That boy has joined the Jinyi Guard."
"..."
"Master Hou?"
"Okay, let's discuss this later."
...
Song Boxian was picked up before he got home. When he got there, he saw the sign of Jinyiwei, Changsheng Logistics Company. He entered the interior, went around and down, and reached the fifth underground floor.
Song Boxian raised his eyes and saw that Wei Xinlan was there. He stepped forward to say hello, only to find Xu Jiaying sitting behind the desk with a dark face and saying nothing.
"Brother Wei, what do you mean?"
Only then did Song Boxian see clearly that the five underground floors were laid out like a shopping mall, except that they were all neat and uniform rooms. They were very large. There were actually white curtains blocking the inside of the rooms, making it difficult to see what was going on inside. However, he could vaguely smell something. There was a smell of blood.
Wei Xinlan sneered, and then said: "I didn't want you to come originally, but Captain Xu insisted on your presence, just so you can see our regulations."
Wei Xinlan stepped forward and opened the curtain. What caught Song Boxian's eyes was a rack, no, to be precise, it was a torture instrument, and hanging on the rack was a middle-aged man covered in blood.
Song Boxian was startled. Before he could ask, Xu Jiaying behind him spoke up: "I thought you had a good background, but I didn't expect you are also a troublemaker. If it hadn't been for the deputy Qianhu who spoke, I would really be too lazy. Never mind you."
Song Boxian looked confused: "Captain Xu, do you have anything to say?"
"Still pretending?"
Wei Xinlan laughed and stepped forward to interrupt the conversation between the two, and then whispered in Song Boxian's ear: "This person is the person who attacked you the day before yesterday. Do you still have any impressions?"
Song Boxian shook his head. He was beaten severely that night with his head covered. How could he see clearly who did it?
Xu Jiaying stepped forward and stood expressionlessly in the same row as Song Boxian. She looked at the dying man on the shelf and said coldly: "This man had already confessed before you came. He admitted that he was Uncle Dingxi. Someone sent by the government.”
After saying that, Xu Jiaying turned around and looked at Song Boxian with interest: "I really want to know, how could you, a college student, end up in trouble with Dingxibo Mansion?"
Song Boxian's mouth twitched with a wry smile on his face: "Captain Xu, do you think I look like a domineering person with this harmless look on my face?"
"It's not like..."
Song Boxian smiled slightly and was about to say thank you when he heard Xu Jiaying continue: "But your wretched aura seems to be that of a deceiver."
Song Boxian was speechless, and Wei Xinlan laughed loudly, then patted Song Boxian on the shoulder and said: "Sure enough, temperament is very important, Old Song..."
"Tell me, what's going on?"
Facing Xu Jiaying's inquiry, Song Boxian told everything about himself and Zhang Botao. After listening, Xu Jiaying said curiously: "I really want to know how your family is so powerful that you can enter my Jinyiwei to avoid the limelight. Do you really think that Jinyiwei is a big tree for shade?"
Song Boxian did not answer this sentence, but looked at Wei Xinlan: "Brother Wei, how should we deal with this person?"
"Law: Those who hijack and beat people in public will be punished as endangering public safety. The procuratorate usually imposes a sentence of more than 5 years. And you were already a royal guard at the time. According to the law, the crime will be increased by one level, starting at least 10 years."
Song Boxian shook his head: "I'm not talking about that. What I mean is that he admitted that he was sent by Dingxibo Mansion. What should we do about this?"
Before Wei Xinlan could speak, Xu Jiaying rushed to speak: "You kid also has times when you're scared, huh...it's a good thing you're a royal guard now, otherwise we'll see how the Earl of Ming Dynasty deals with you."
"Don't worry." Wei Xinlan consoled him: "Having been taken over by our Jin Yiwei, he will only think about how to escape from the Xibo Mansion now, instead of continuing to cause trouble for you. However, you have the final say on what to do with this guy's situation now." .”
"How about letting him go?"
Xu Jiaying shook her head: "The person who beat my Jin Yiwei can still walk away easily?"
These words...
Why does it sound so familiar...
Song Boxian asked tentatively: "Then, I dare to ask Captain Xu if he is needed..."
"Ordinary people have to pay compensation if they hit someone, let alone the Jin Yiwei?"
Damn...
Song Boxian called out 666 in his heart. Why did Xu Jiaying's indifferent words sound so familiar to him? It turned out to be compensation. When it came to compensation, this was simply his specialty.
I'm familiar with this operation...
Song Boxian nodded repeatedly: "Well, that makes sense. He pulled me into the car and beat me up indiscriminately. My head is still buzzing now. Also, I feel scared when I see the van now. This is What...well, this is mental impairment."
Xu Jiaying turned her head and looked Song Boxian up and down, then turned around and left with a sneer. Wei Xinlan stepped forward with an expression of 'I see my son becoming a talented person', and repeatedly agreed: "Not bad, he is indeed a member of my Jinyiwei, he is starting to feel a little bit interesting. .”
What's the meaning?
Is this Jin Yiwei starting to commit fraud?
"Brother Wei, does this count as blackmail?"
"Nonsense..." Wei Xinlan said with a righteous face: "You are the victim now, don't think of yourself as a guard, you have to fight for your rights."
Song Boxian rubbed his hands repeatedly. He had already gained experience after earning hundreds of thousands, so he said: "Then with how knowledgeable Brother Wei is, I don't care how much compensation they should ask for? One hundred thousand?"
"One hundred thousand?"
Wei Xinlan shouted loudly, which really scared Song Boxian. Song Boxian smiled awkwardly: "I'm just saying, I just have a skin injury. One hundred thousand is indeed too much, otherwise, fifty thousand is suitable."
Wei Xinlan turned to look at Song Boxian, frowned and observed carefully for a long time, then nodded: "Yes, this injury is indeed not worth a hundred thousand."
Song Boxian has been injured quite frequently recently. The punch from Zhang Botao and the punch from the old woman together were the heaviest. There were quite a few bruises at the corners of his eyes. After the sneak attack, he also had some bruises on his cheeks. The spots, with his young man's physique, would dissipate in at most half a month.
"That..."
Wei Xinlan nodded, as if she had made up her mind, and before Song Boxian could speak, she hit Song Boxian's healing wound at the corner of his eye with an old punch.
Following Song Boxian's shrill scream, Wei Xinlan nodded with satisfaction, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his fist: "Okay, Old Song, now your injuries are worth a million."
Song Boxian covered his eyes and screamed repeatedly, blood flowing from the corners of his eyes: "What the hell...Old Wei, I...ah..."
Sure enough, people's thoughts will change when they are in pain. Song Boxian, who has always called Wei Xinlan respectfully, also directly called Lao Wei. Wei Xinlan didn't care, and then took out his mobile phone and said to Song Boxian: "Hands away..."
After arranging several 'injury photos', Wei Xinlan took out gauze to stop Song Boxian's bleeding, and then put an 'OK bandage' on the wound at the corner of his eye...
"Old Song..." Wei Xinlan said meaningfully: "Tell me, what will you do with the 1 million this time?"
Song Boxian grinned and covered his eyes, raised his head and looked at Wei Xinlan: "Old Wei, are you so sure you can get 1 million?"
Wei Xinlan chuckled: "Although the Dingxi Count's Mansion is not as good as the old Gonghou Bo's Mansion at the founding of the People's Republic of China, it is only less than two hundred years behind them. The background is absolutely sufficient. For them, 1 million may be less. But I am sure that 1 million is not enough for Ding Xibo Mansion."
Song Baixian took a deep breath and nodded: "You can arrange it."
Song Boxian noticed that Wei Xinlan was looking at him with a wicked smile, so he said: "Old Wei...you..."
"You see, Captain Xu and I have done a lot for you today. Shouldn't you give me some benefits? Besides, you still owe me a meal. Besides, we contributed to this matter today. You..."
"Stop it..." Song Boxian looked at Wei Xinlan angrily: "I've been punched by you, but you can wait for me here for my feelings. To be honest, you and Captain Xu have discussed it before I come tonight, right? Otherwise, why would she leave with half a brain? You Jin Yiwei are really like a nest of snakes and rats..."
"Hey...Old Song, don't forget that you are also a Jin Yiwei..."
Song Boxian was at a loss for words. Seeing what he could no longer escape, he sighed and said, "Okay, here you go, you can handle it yourself, and you can just give it to me in the end."
"It's refreshing..." Wei Xinlan stood up and laughed. She liked Song Boxian more and more, and said, "You really deserve my hard work to help you. Let's do it this way. Don't overdo it. Just give it 50-50."
"Fifty-fifty?"
Song Boxian was shocked, but he immediately thought that Wei Xinlan had helped to get the 1 million, and he was relieved. If the corner of his eye was injured again, he could share 500,000, and he would make a lot of money.
"But Lao Wei, I don't think you and Captain Xu are the ones who are short of money..."
Wei Xinlan had a look on his face when he heard this: "Hey, Old Song, you just came here and don't know the truth. I don't blame you, but what I want to tell you is that our Baihu Office is relatively poor and has serious financial problems. If it is not enough, if it is dispersed under two general flag headquarters and ten small flag teams, the funds for the activities will be even more stretched."
"Where is this logistics company?"
"Forget it, you and I are both workers. The money earned by the logistics company can only be shared so much. The Jinyiwei of Ming Dynasty still have to compete with the East and West factories for business. So, of the 500,000, at least 300,000 must remain in the team. It will be used as funds.”
After hearing this, Song Boxian's eyes twitched, and he quickly stood up: "I'll leave the rest to you. I have to go to the hospital. You're a very dirty guy..."
Wei Xinlan looked at Song Boxian's retreating figure with half of his face covered in blood, smiled and nodded: "A child can be taught... A child can be taught..."
