After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.
Huang Youwei drank the last drop of wine in the pot and was filled with emotion.
"The son of General Han is either a drunkard or a ruthless son of a general. Brother Yu really didn't expect that he would be a boy like you."
Da Lao Huang stood up and said: "It's night, Brother Yu, take my leave. You have many things to do, so don't send me off."
"Send Brother Huang to the door."
Han You didn't hold back, stood up and stepped aside.
When Da Lao Huang passed by Han You, he suddenly asked: "If the identities of those old masters in the Imperial College are revealed to the public, how will you pass on the inheritance of the Hundred Schools?"
"Open schools, big schools, many schools."
"The ambition is not small, and the ambition is not short." Huang Youwei said without any surprise on his face: "That means offending the world's Confucian scholars and the world's aristocratic families, are you afraid?"
"Okay."
"It's okay if you're not afraid, and there's no need to be afraid." Huang Youwei smiled slightly: "You have to remember that the greatest wealth of a wealthy family is not official position, not reputation, and not money."
"what is that?"
"Common people, poor people."
Han You thought thoughtfully for a few seconds and nodded heavily.
Or maybe he is the left minister of the Ministry of War, and he can draw blood with just one blow.
In future generations, it can also be understood that the greatest wealth of the rich and capitalists is not luxury cars, mansions, real estate or stocks, but the poor!
Da Lao Huang left. He didn't drink much. He didn't need to ride in a sedan or Han You to see him off. He walked out of the villa with his hands behind his back. He only rode an old horse without any entourage. He got on the horse and disappeared into the vast moonlight, keeping a low profile. Come and go quietly.
The night wind blew, and Han You, who was not drunk at all, felt his mind clear.
From the time Da Lao Huang came to the time he left, he never mentioned Lian Wenxi or Lian Xin. As he said, Lian's father and son didn't care. He even vaguely revealed from his words that he didn't mention the right minister of household affairs. Zhang Tongju and Yuanwai Lang Huaqiong took it seriously.
Yes, Big Boss Huang didn't even take the Ma family brothers seriously, let alone the third and fourth leaders of the Ministry of Revenue.
Beimen Yuyong came over and nodded: "People are awake and making a noise."
"Send someone to Lian Mansion in the middle of the capital and ask Lian Wenxi to pick him up in person. Let him take five thousand guan with him. Just say that his son beat someone. Don't say who he beat, and don't say anything about gambling and drinking."
Beimen Yuyong laughed dumbly.
After all, he is the head of the Sixth Department. To beat someone, it costs 5,000 guan, and he has to come to pick him up in person. This is obviously bullying. Even if he comes, he will not come with money, let alone come in person.
But the little fat man knew that Han You did it on purpose.
"Brother Hai." Han You turned back and waved to Wang Hai, who was drawing circles and crosses on the Book of Songs in the yard: "Let's go and see the little expert who kills himself and find a short stick."
The people were locked up in the woodshed. It was said to be a woodshed, but it was actually a converted stable, and someone was guarding it.
If it is an entertainment venue, someone will definitely make trouble. Han You specially modified the design of this stable, and modified it according to the basement with the highest specifications in Beijing, which is the Jingzhaofu dungeon.
Separated by a wall, Lian Xin was trembling in the room.
Outside the room, Lu Baichuan and Zhou Yan were playing football.
Lian Xin's mind in the room went blank, fear spread throughout his body, and every pore radiated coldness and despair.
This guy has a characteristic: he drinks too much, but he never loses his temper, so he knows what he has done and what he has said.
On the territory of the emperor's own army, he beat the prince and said that you are the prince and I am your father. It can be said that he has booked a set meal for the nine tribes to kill the whole family.
Let me also talk about why this guy drinks too much.
As long as they are girls or staff, they are all under Yuqi's control.
As for Yuqi's subordinates, some are performing arts, some are selling something else, and some are on the sidelines. They neither perform arts nor sell themselves. They are similar to tour guides or escorts. They visit the village until they are tired, drink until they are drunk, and their main focus is high consumption. , no matter how much you spend, you won’t be able to sleep with these two words.
These escorts are all professional players. Except for the civil and military occupations, ordinary people can't stand it at all.
Lian Xin wanted to give the girl too much, but Tou Kun failed to become an idol and he got drunk first.
If you drink too much, you can either sleep directly, or if you don't sleep, you still have to worry about it. There are only two endings, causing trouble or getting into trouble. Lian Xin is better, opening the hidden ending and killing the nine tribes!
I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something else, but when Han You came to the door, he always felt that the place smelled like horse manure. Before he went in, Wang Hai and Lu Baichuan took out the mud-like Lian Xin.
Work was just work, there was no personal grudge, that was how it was originally, but after he and the guy were teased, Han You became completely angry.
The crumpled blue straight-fronted robe has a very good drape. The waist is wide and has a moire pattern. It is still long and straight. The disheveled hair does not affect the handsome facial features at all. The face is as sharp and angular as a sculpture. It is extremely handsome and looks extremely beautiful. He is bohemian and informal, with a pair of slender peach blossom eyes under a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, a high nose, moderate thickness, and although his lips are bloodless, they are not thick nor thin.
It can be said that this is the standard appearance of a handsome man. Whether in ancient times or later generations, his appearance is very resistant to attack.
Han You is also a person who has seen the world. This guy's appearance can definitely be ranked second. The first is Wen Qi, but Wen Qi is kind of feminine and handsome. This guy is more masculine, and Lian Xin is open-minded. , and he also has chest muscles and four-pack abs.
"Somebody come!"
Han You roared angrily, and Zhu Shang, who had a rusty hatchet stuck in his waist, came over with a group of younger brothers.
"Hit me, kick me, hit me until my nose is bruised and my face is swollen."
A group of people immediately surrounded him, holding hands and shoulder to shoulder, and started inhumane circle kicks.
Han You's nose turned crooked with anger.
He really didn't expect that this guy would be so handsome. He was just handsome, but he still had to practice hard.
You are also a playboy, and you are scolded by the people every day. Why are you so handsome?
Thirty seconds later, Han You shouted to stop, and after taking a closer look, he became even more angry.
Half of his front teeth were missing, and he was lying on the ground begging for mercy. His hair was disheveled, his face was swollen, his nose was broken, and his eyes were blue, but he still looked so handsome.
"Fight a little longer."
Han You said something lightly, and Zhu Shang and others continued to kick in the circle.
At the end of the second round, Han You was finally satisfied, but even Xin fainted from the pain.
A bucket of cold water woke him up, and Han You condescended: "My name is Han You, the emperor's personal military commander. I can tell you responsibly, Mr. Lian, you are finished!"
Lian Xin opened his eyes and endured the severe pain, crawling and kneeling in front of Han You.
"Commander Han, Commander Han, Commander Han, Commander Han, please let me go, let me go..."
Lian Xin went up to hug Han You's thigh, but Wang Hai kicked him over.
Han You squatted down, not bothering to talk in circles: "There is a chance of survival, but only you can survive. If you tell all the dirty and evil things Lian Wenxi has done, I can let you go."
"You want to deal with my father?"
Lian Xin, whose face was full of tears, was shocked, and then he sat down on the ground, grinning with his incomplete teeth exposed, and sneered again and again.
"Stop talking nonsense and kill me."
