People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.
This is Lin Zhengying's biggest feeling.
He knew clearly that Guan Xing was targeting him, but he was helpless.
Moreover, he also knew that Guanxing was trying to hang him up and hold him back.
He even suspected that if Guan Xing was serious about it this time, Lin Jinglei might never be free again.
However, he seemed to hear some clues from Duan Wenjun's words, "Wenjun, could it be that you already have a countermeasure in mind?"
Duan Wenjun's face suddenly became extremely gloomy. "Uncle Lin, Jing Lei is my good brother. I will never stand by and watch this happen. Give me some time and let me think about what to do!"
After saying that, Duan Wenjun ignored Lin Zhengying, but sat down and kept playing with the teacup on the table, muttering his name.
Guanxing, Lin Jinglei, Baldy Li...
Duan Wenjun sometimes kept changing the position of the tea cup on the table, and sometimes stood up to look at it carefully, without any intention of stopping for a long time.
Lin Zhengying seemed to be impatient with waiting, and when he was about to step forward to interrupt him, Gu Hongfu and Mo Shoucheng reached out to hold him back at the same time.
They have all been following Duan Wenjun for a while and know Duan Wenjun's habits.
Every time Duan Wenjun thinks about big things, he always likes to play with something.
You must not interrupt him at this moment!
Finally, Duan Wenjun stopped, holding the tea cup representing Bald Li in his hand, and looked up at Lin Zhengying, "Uncle Lin, have you read that contract?"
Lin Zhengying nodded, "This is about Jing Lei's life, how dare I be careless?"
"The fingerprint is indeed Jing Lei's?" Duan Wenjun asked again.
Lin Zhengying nodded.
"They could have deliberately framed the fingerprints and asked Jing Lei to press them. What about the handwriting, is it also Jing Lei's?" Duan Wenjun asked again.
Lin Zhengying said nothing and nodded again.
Duan Wenjun's brows immediately knitted together, "Jing Lei has no memory at all. When did he write those two contracts?"
Lin Zhengying suddenly became anxious, "Wenjun, you grew up with Jing Lei, you know him. If you say he eats, drinks and has fun, I agree. But here we go to the gambling house to gamble..."
"Uncle Lin, I understand!" Duan Wenjun nodded. "I roughly know what to do about this matter. Give me some time. Let's go back to Jiangcheng now."
"Do you have a way to save Jing Lei?" Lin Zhengying was overjoyed when he heard this.
"There is only a rough idea, there is no specific plan yet." Duan Wenjun shook his head, "Let's take it one step at a time. We must not let Guan Xing's conspiracy succeed."
Duan Wenjun ignored the fatigue of the journey and got directly into Lin Zhengying's carriage and followed him back to Wangjiang County.
Naturally, Mo Shoucheng came with him.
Of course, before setting off, Mo Shoucheng specially sent Lin Shuer to Luofengpo and handed her over to Yun Batian.
Some days ago, Yun Batian selected a group of women from the crowd on Moon Island and formed a women's escort team.
When she came back from Shan Fengshan, she mentioned the matter and drew Lei Xiaoxiu into it.
Lin Shuer was also present at that time.
Lin Shuer was always a master who could not stop dancing with knives and guns since she was a child. Her days in Duanjiabao were boring, so she begged Yun Batian to let her participate.
Yun Batian originally thought about her relationship with Duan Wenjun, but did not agree.
After all, a young lady from a wealthy family may not be able to adapt to the training in the mountains because she is used to being pampered.
You can't hit or scold, you can't scold, and it's easy to be embarrassed when the time comes.
Moreover, if the young lady loses her temper again, with her weird skills, it might affect the training of the entire camp.
However, something happened to Lin Jinglei. Seeing Lin Zhengying's hesitant expression, Mo Shoucheng had already guessed that the matter might have something to do with Lin Shu'er.
Therefore, he took it upon himself to send Lin Shuer up the mountain, which was a precautionary measure.
When Lin Shuer was sent to Luofengpo, Youyun Batian was watching her, so that she wouldn't let her know about the Lin family's plight and do anything extreme.
It was already evening when we returned to Wangjiang County.
Duan Wenjun did not return to the Duan Mansion immediately, but went directly to the Duan Family Winery.
At this moment, the wine shop is about to close, and there are still a few tables of guests sitting in the living room. Huang Xiaoming is settling the day's accounts in front of the counter.
Hearing the footsteps, Huang Xiaoming did not raise his head. "Sir, I'm sorry, the shop is ready to close today and will no longer entertain..."
However, he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw Duan Wenjun walking in with Mo Shoucheng, "Young master, when did you come back?"
"I came back to Duanjiabao a few days ago. I came to see you as soon as I returned to the county today." Duan Wenjun looked at him and said, "Old Huang, is there anyone in the private room upstairs?"
"The guests have left!" Huang Xiaoming replied, "Young master, please go up and have a rest first. I'll ask the chef, Old Liu, to cook some side dishes for you."
"Okay!" Duan Wenjun nodded, "By the way, help me find Mao San!"
Huang Xiaoming nodded, said a few words to Du Xiaoer next to him, and then walked towards the construction site next to him.
Within a moment, Mao San stood at the door of the elegant room.
"Third brother, how is the progress at the inn?" Duan Wenjun waved to him to sit down next to him before asking.
"Everything is going well when we return to Shaodong's house." Mao San hurriedly replied, "The layout of the entire inn has been decided, and everyone in Lin has ordered the piling to start. We just have to wait for the cement from Duanjiabao to be enough and the piling to be completed before we can start the main courtyard. The front part is under construction.”
"Did you encounter any abnormal situation?" Duan Wenjun nodded happily and looked at him before asking.
He was a little worried that after Guan Xing attacked the Lin family, he would also start to take some small actions against him.
Mao San frowned, and after a long time he said, "I didn't encounter anything unusual, but everyone seems to have encountered a difficulty."
"Master Lin?" Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this, "What difficulty has Master Lin encountered?"
"I don't know if the Shaodong family still remembers it. Everyone once said that day that the Shaodong family's poems could be collected in one place and engraved on the pillars of the building." Mao San frowned. "There are two poems that Mr. Qin specially copied. Passed."
Duan Wenjun knows this.
In the Duanjia Inn, a separate building was designed, specially separated to accommodate passing students and scholars.
Lin Nanzhun proposed to engrave some of his previous poems, and he did not refuse.
Two of them had been copied by Qin Feng before, so Lin Nanzhun specially wrote to Qin Feng and took the original manuscripts from Sihai Academy.
In his opinion, Duan Wenjun's poems and Qin Feng's calligraphy are a perfect match.
Lin Nanzhun was able to consider such details, so Duan Wenjun naturally would not refuse his kindness and let him do it.
"Is there any problem?" Duan Wenjun asked in confusion after hearing what Mao San said.
"Master Lin originally made an appointment with a friend to come over and touch old Qin's handwriting." Mao San frowned, "But it's been five days since the date we agreed with his friend, but he hasn't come yet. …”
"Wait, what did you say?" Suddenly, Duan Wenjun's heart trembled. "You said that a friend of Lin's family may have come to Wangjiang, copied other people's handwriting, and disappeared?"
Seeing Mao San nodding doubtfully, Duan Wenjun couldn't help but think of Lin Jinglei's two contracts that came out of nowhere...
