Businessmen don't talk about money, but every word carries gold. Officials don't talk about power, but every word shows official prestige. Wu Zuosheng always said yes with food. How could Wang Busheng, who had gone through a hard life and then lived a happy life, not understand? .
"Your Majesty taught me that I must correct my humiliation in the future. It would be a pity to lose this dish. If you don't mind it, please sit down and eat some." Seeing Wu Zuosheng's throat moving wildly, Wang Bushit was considerate.
I just raised my eyebrows, but it was in my heart. I wanted to speak and shed tears first. It is really a lucky thing to meet you. Wu Zuo didn't know what politeness was. He didn't even invite himself and took the bench to sit on the plate of pork knuckles. In front of them, "We are all brothers. That is a friendship where we can give each other our backs. There is nothing to dislike."
"Well, thank you for your trust, sir. I wouldn't do something like stabbing a brother in the back." Wang Busheng looked at Xiao Hong and said, "Xiao Hong, serve rice to the adults."
"Hey, there's no need to go to such trouble. I've long heard that the Wang family's egg fried rice is a masterpiece. You can just bring it in the basin, which saves you the effort of filling the rice every time."
Well, Mr. Wu is also a person with an excellent appetite.
Wang Bushit is sincere in his treatment of his friend, especially when it comes to food. Half a bowl of fried egg noodles was delivered to Wu Zuo.
"Sir, you can eat as much as you like. If it's not enough, I'll ask someone to cook it."
"That's enough, that's enough. Brother, I'm not a loser." A mouthful of egg fried rice was put into his mouth, and Wu Zuang was full of praise, "The chefs of the Wang family are right, the taste is even better than the royal cuisine of the palace."
"Sir, have you ever eaten royal food?"
"Well, I heard others eat it." He picked up the pig knuckle and put the greasy pig skin into his mouth, "Good brother, I am old and have no future. I am not afraid of punishment from the Holy Spirit. I will eat this pig knuckle. You are still young and have a bright future. Don't do it." It leaves a bad impression in front of the Holy One."
I also ate pork knuckles with the current emperor. Do you want to tell him? Forget it, I guess I haven’t eaten meat for a long time. Let him leave it. Because of Zhu Wuyu’s departure, the Wang family had a lot of leftover food, and because of Wu Zuo’s appearance , the Wang family's CD operation was very thorough.
What is politeness? As a martial artist, Wu Zuosheng said that being polite to his brothers was cruel to himself. It was the first time he had eaten so much. Wu Zuosheng was very satisfied and happy. He patted Wang Busheng on the shoulder and said, "Brother." , you see, today is the day when you take office as a member of a hundred households in Jinyi. It is your brother who should be the one to take care of you, but you never thought that your brother would eat you."
Looking at the plate that could be used as a mirror, Wang Busui deeply realized how difficult it was for Jinyiwei. A fifth-grade household with thousands of households in this field seemed like they hadn’t eaten meat in several years, not to mention himself, a sixth-grade sesame official. The future is not bright. Hao Liande has dug a hole for himself. I have to stab someone tonight.
When I was young, I always thought that I should be kind, but when I reached middle age, I discovered that being kind is the most shameful thing. But when I saw the poor man, I was full of sympathy. Looking at Wu Zuishi's mouth full of oily twists, Wang Bushi said, "As long as the adults are satisfied, whoever eats it first will be fine."
There are two dilemmas in this world. It is difficult to reach heaven. It is even more difficult to ask for help. There are two hardships in this world. Coptis chinensis is tough, and not having money is even tougher. If you can't afford it, it doesn't hurt to give some charity.
"Hahaha, we are all Jinyiwei colleagues, no distinction between them, but" Wu Zuishi lowered his voice and whispered as he approached Wang Busheng, "Don't say that my brother doesn't take care of you, will our Jinyiwei have a good job today?"
"Well, it's a good job. Jin Yiwei also has a side job, taking orders from outside"?
Wu Zuosheng did not hide anything. After staying there for a long time, it became clear that Jinyiwei was the poorest yamen in the Ming Empire. "Brothers who are dissatisfied will work part-time in order to make a living."
Well, it really is still that world, where people use their privileges to benefit themselves from the public and enrich their own pockets. "What kind of part-time jobs are there, such as collecting debts for others, collecting protection fees, etc."?
Wu Zuo blushed a little, "Brother, you are overthinking. People will not look for Jin Yiwei for those decent jobs."
Jinyiwei is a violent organization, so it’s a professional counterpart, “What do Jinyiwei do?”
"Catching people's rapes, looking for lost cats and dogs,"
Okay, I'm sorry for the name Jin Yiwei. "They are all serving the people, and there is no distinction between jobs." Those who build buildings are the same as those who live in them. Wang Bushu could only say it with his conscience.
"There is no other way. We all have to support our families, and Jin Yiwei has no money. But after finishing this job, brother, I can guarantee that our Jin Yiwei will not have to engage in side business within a year."
"Eating gangsters, robbing banks, or kidnapping wealthy people."
"How could Jin Yiwei do something that he knew was against the law?" his voice was very low. Wu Zuidong explained, "It's all thanks to you, brother. Something happened to Xie Xiangrong, the former prefect of Songjiang."
Wang Busui understood instantly that if he lost, he could just admit his mistake. Someone must be responsible for the matter. Big shots could not move, and the injured would always be temporary workers.
"Xie Xiangrong's matter is not trivial. He did not act as an official, and even took huge amounts of bribes. His Majesty personally dealt with it and executed everyone in his family."
"What does this have to do with our Jin Yiwei? Could it be that the business of beheading fell on our Jin Yiwei and made a fortune selling dead people's steamed buns?"
"Eating steamed buns stained with dead people's blood can ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters. This is all feudal superstition. Our task is to raid homes."
It suddenly dawned on me that the solution to Jin Yiwei's financial problems turned out to be here. Of course, everyone will be rich together by confiscating the house. If you enrich the court, you can also make a small profit.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go and ransack the house." Wang Busheng couldn't wait. He spent a lot of time during this period and needed the enemy's money to make himself happy.
"Hey, brother, don't be anxious. Your work belongs to the court, and your body belongs to you. It's not appropriate to exercise after eating. I heard that your tea is excellent."
Black tea has been fetched one tael of silver and one tael outside, forcing Wu Zui to enjoy it without money. Fortunately, this is his brother's property, so Wu Zui is not polite.
"Um, okay, white cat and black dog, go and make a pot of black tea for the adults."
Everyone in the Wang family has their own affairs, so the only ones left are white cats and black dogs.
The whole morning passed with tea and spanking, and after a quick lunch at Wang's house, Wu Zuishi took Wang Bushit to work after a brief rest.
Wang Busheng had been to the prefect's Yamen several times, but this was the first time he came to Xie Xiangrong's house. Seeing this building, which looked no better than a slum, Wang Busheng could not distinguish the owner of the house from the wealthy Songjiang Mansion. Greed is connected. Could it be that people should not be judged by their appearance, and the income of officials should not be based solely on salary.
After all, it was a job arranged by the Holy Father. Wu Zuo still attached great importance to things. Although he did not arrive at the scene at the first time, the blockade of Xie Mansion was done in advance.
Seeing Wu Zuosheng and Wang Busheng approaching, a man from a wealthy family in brocade clothes came up. The person who came was none other than Lao Duan. "I have seen you in my humble position,"
Pointing at Lao Duan, Wu introduced him, "This is Lao Duan. He is from the same family as you. He is mainly responsible for the security work in Xicheng."
"Brother, I have met Brother Duan. If there is anything I did wrong when I first arrived, I would like to ask Brother Duan to teach me." Wang Busita clasped his fists. Wang Bushit still respected the veterans among the court employees.
"Old Duan, I don't need to introduce you."
"Haha, it's natural. Who doesn't know Wang Bu Shei, the richest man in Songjiang Mansion?" He hugged Wang Bu Shei affectionately. Old Duan smiled and said, "Brother Wang, you are so polite. If you have anything you don't understand in the future, just ask me. Brother, I will definitely tell you." I’ll tell you without reservation, for example, my lord is a strict wife.”
"Cough cough cough" Wu Zuosheng's face turned a little red, "We don't talk about personal matters during work. Let's go and take a look inside."
Lao Duan and Wang Busheng followed Wu Zuo.
Wu Zuo asked as he walked, "Have all the Xie family members been under control?"
"Replying to your Majesty, after receiving the secret order from the Commander, Beizhi and Boss Guo gathered manpower. Beizhi took some retail recruits to be responsible for the outer realm. No one is allowed to get close, and Boss Guo brought some people who have long-term cooperation with us. People are responsible for the inside to prevent the Xie family from hiding their property."
Temporary recruitment, long-term cooperation, Wang Bushi was confused, Jinyiwei also had regular workers and temporary workers.
Seeing that Wang Busui was a little confused, Wu Zuosheng took the initiative to explain, "We are all brothers, and there is no need for me to hide it. Due to the financial problems of the imperial court, all the expenses of our Jinyiwei, including wages, have been in arrears for a long time. This has also led to the lack of personnel for our Jinyiwei. Seriously, out of an establishment of more than a thousand people, there were only less than a hundred people left a year ago, and now, only this number is left."
Wu Zuo stretched out eight fingers.
The soldiers are good but not numerous, and the work efficiency has not improved even when there are so many idle people. It is nothing more than providing a position with five insurances and one housing fund for those who have connections.
"Eighty people, although not many, are enough to manage the security of Songjiang Prefecture."
"Wang Baihu, there are not eighty people, but eight people, Mr. Qianhu, Lao Duan, you, me, and the four school captains who were recently recruited."
"Um, eight, eight people," pointing to the people on guard duty, "Aren't there quite a few people there?"
"Temporary hires," Wu Zuo explained, "Our Jinyiwei's tasks are not very heavy. If we hire some temporary workers when there are large-scale tasks, we can also leave a lot of money for the court."
If the Ming Empire had a few more officials like Wu, would the financial problems of the Ming Empire be solved?
He looked sympathetically at the two people who were still persisting for Jin Yiwei, "Thank you for your hard work, both adults. No one will be forgiven by heaven in this life. It is not easy for everyone."
I originally thought it was just a bad reputation, but I never thought that the treatment was also so bad. They were all from the yamen of the Ming Dynasty. Jin Yiwei turned out to be an illegitimate son. He jumped over the wall when he was anxious. Wang Budie would go crazy when he was anxious. In his previous life, he faced a boss who deducted his salary. Wang Busheng is also often cursed by villains. But if the other party is the emperor, what can he do if the king does not die? It is illegal to violently demand wages.
The road still has to go forward, who would live on that salary. No, extra money is right around the corner.
Judging from the characteristics of Xie Xiangrong's residence, unlike Li's pretentious tycoon behavior, the Li family smells of money everywhere, while Xie Xiangrong's mansion, objectively speaking, tends to be bookish, with flowers, grass, and greedy birds. The child fell into the garden.
Spring is not yet old, the wind is soft and the willows are slanting. Try to watch it on the transcendent stage, half a ditch of spring water and a city of flowers. Thousands of homes are covered in mist and rain. After a cold meal, I woke up and sighed. Stop thinking about old friends and homeland, and try new tea with new fire. Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.
A few old friends, a bottle of good wine, and a happy life. This may be the diaosi sentiment of literati.
Then behind the beauty there must be the hard work of countless people. How does Xie Xiangrong live in a mansion with a salary of dozens of taels a month? He may not get a bonus at the end of the year.
Of course, reading is not for knowledge, it is for superior power. What is power for? It is naturally countless wealth. As long as you have the power, a mansion is not a dream.
