After slapping the manager of the Manufacturing Bureau, the officer of the Transportation Office pointed at the manager's nose and cursed him, spitting on his face. "Do you know what the Transportation Office does? If you don't know, go and ask. In the territory of the Han Empire, all vehicles, horses, boats and ships running on the land and on the water are under the jurisdiction of our Transportation Office. Let alone breaking your broken window, even if I set fire to your workshop, what can you do? To tell you the truth, from now on, half of the four-wheeled carriages produced by your Manufacturing Bureau will be requisitioned by our Transportation Office. You are not allowed to take away any of the carriages in this yard. We will requisition them all. From now on, I will be stationed here permanently. My words are the rules here. Do you understand?"
The yard here is some distance away from the spring processing workshop. The officials from the Transfer Office here have no idea what is happening in the spring processing workshop. They are still showing off their power here and acting arrogantly under the name of the Transfer Office.
The first person to see Yan Liqiang and a group of people coming over was the manager of the manufacturing bureau who had been slapped. Seeing Yan Liqiang coming over, the manager didn't care about the burning pain on his face and immediately saluted Yan Liqiang, "Greetings, Lord Inspector!"
Seeing the steward salute, the officer from the Transportation Office who slapped him turned around slowly, and saw Yan Liqiang walking towards him with an expressionless face. The officer from the Transportation Office raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept over the ash wood spear in Yan Liqiang's hand and the people walking behind Yan Liqiang. A disdainful smile appeared on his face, and he smacked his lips, "Oh, you brought so many people here, what are you doing, using a spear to scare people? Today I will tell you the rules here from now on. You are the one with that surname..."
The official from the Transfer Office had not finished speaking, because the spear in Yan Liqiang's hand had already pierced directly into his mouth. The bright and cold spear tip, with a trace of blood, emerged from the back of his head.
The manager and several craftsmen nearby were stunned. The officials from the Transportation Office who were laughing on the four-wheeled carriage were also stunned. Then they realized what had happened. Two more officials from the Transportation Office were about to draw their swords, but just as their hands touched the handles, the spear in Yan Liqiang's hand just turned in his hand, and in a flash, the throats of the two people had been pierced. They were picked up from the carriage by Yan Liqiang, and the two bodies fell directly to the ground...
“Oh my god…” Seeing the three people around him turned into three corpses in the blink of an eye, the only two remaining officers from the Transfer Office were so scared that their legs went limp. One of them knelt on the ground with his legs limp, and the other turned around and tried to run, but no matter how fast that man was, he could never be faster than the spear in Yan Liqiang's hand.
With a "puff..." sound, the ash wood spear stabbed into the man's back, the tip of the spear came out of the man's chest, and then retracted in an instant. The man had just run two steps when he fell to the ground.
"Manager Zhu, are you okay?" Yan Liqiang asked the manager after he put away his spear.
"No... nothing!" The steward Zhu looked at Yan Liqiang and touched his still red face. His expression was so surprised and shocked that it was hard to describe. He was excited and a little scared. "Sir, these... these people are from the Transportation Office..."
"Transportation Office? How come I don't know? I only saw a bunch of damned people pretending to be officials. There are people pretending to be officials these days!" Yan Liqiang laughed coldly, "Our Manufacturing Bureau is not a place for these bastards to show off their power. They dare to come to our Manufacturing Bureau to ask for wildfires. No matter who they are, they are looking for death!" After saying this, Yan Liqiang looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground with weak legs and his crotch was suddenly wet, and ordered the sergeant who followed him, "Break his legs and lock him up..."
Two soldiers immediately rushed over, one raised the iron rod in his hand, and the other raised the back of the knife in his hand, and smashed the man's calf hard. With a scream, the man rolled on the ground holding his broken legs, and then was dragged down like a dead dog. The prestige he had just had was gone in an instant.
Yan Liqiang continued to lead his men towards Tieyun Hall.
Two minutes later, after cleaning up a few ignorant thugs on the road, Yan Liqiang had arrived at the gate of Tieyun Hall. Two officials from the Transportation Office stood in front of the gate of Tieyun Hall with their chests puffed out and their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists, looking like they were the host and no one was allowed to approach.
"Who and what are you doing?" Seeing Yan Liqiang and his men coming over, one of them glared at Yan Liqiang and shouted.
Yan Liqiang didn't say anything. What answered him was the ash wood spear that Yan Liqiang had brought back last time...
In the blink of an eye, there were many corpses at the entrance of Tieyun Hall.
"You go and see if there are any fish that have escaped the net. Dafeng and Shen Teng, just follow me in!" Yan Liqiang gave an order, handed the ash wood spear to a soldier beside him, and entered the gate of Tieyun Hall with Shi Dafeng and Shen Teng.
Behind the gate and passing the screen wall entrance is the main hall of Tieyun Hall, but there is no one in the main hall at the moment. Yan Liqiang knew that Qian Su should be in the flower hall at the back with the deputy envoy of transportation, so they could talk about some confidential matters, so he walked directly towards the flower hall at the back.
As soon as he walked outside the flower hall behind Tieyun Hall, Yan Liqiang heard Qian Su's angry voice, "Master Zhong, don't you think this is too much? I am not the only one who has the final say in this manufacturing bureau. I cannot agree to the requests you just made!"
"hey-hey… "There were a few sneers in the room, and then an extremely cold voice came out, "What I just said was not a discussion with you, but an order. That was the intention of the transport envoy Jiang. Now there is a civil strife in the seven Shatu tribes outside the pass. A few days ago, the seven Shatu tribes had written to the court, asking them to send troops to help them wipe out the Wumu tribe and restore order in the Gulang grassland. The Ministry of War has already sent a letter to the Northwest Transport Office, asking Lord Jiang to prepare for the transportation of money and grain. According to the rules and laws of the Han Empire, Lord Jiang has the right to requisition and allocate all the vehicles and ships in the northwest to transport the food and grass materials needed by the army. Since this manufacturing bureau builds four-wheeled carriages, it is no exception. From now on, this manufacturing bureau has been taken over by me. All money and horses entering and leaving must be approved by me. What's the use of your disagreement? You are a small manufacturing bureau. Do you dare to resist the laws of the court? If you affect the court's dispatch of troops to the Gulang grassland, can you afford it? Aren't you afraid of being punished by the higher-ups, losing your head, and implicated nine clans?"
The voice contained a strong threat of death.
"This manufacturing bureau is the property of the Qiyun Protectorate and is under the jurisdiction of the Qiyun Protectorate. Even according to the rules and laws of the Han Empire, the Northwest Transportation Office has no right to interfere in the affairs of the Qiyun Protectorate!" Qian Su responded coldly.
"Hahaha, what a bullshit Qiyun Protectorate, hasn't it been extinct for decades? This is in Ganzhou, which belongs to the Han Empire. Our Northwest Transportation Office has the right to manage it. Besides, this Qiyun Protectorate is just a figment of the imagination, how can it count? Isn't the predecessor of your Manufacturing Bureau the Craftsmen's Machinery Camp? Where is the Protectorate?"
"Since His Majesty has personally appointed the Qiyun Protector, then there must be the Qiyun Protectorate. Does Lord Zhong still want to question His Majesty's will?"
"I'm telling you so much because I think highly of you. Otherwise, you, a mere supervisor of the craftsman battalion, wouldn't even be qualified to stand in front of me. Are you planning to refuse my toast and drink a forfeit?" The voice had become completely cold and angry.
"I've said before that the only one who has the final say in this manufacturing bureau is the Inspector General. What I say doesn't count. If Lord Zhong wants to take over the manufacturing bureau, he still needs the Inspector General's consent!" Qian Su's voice remained calm.
"That's no problem. Once I take over the manufacturing bureau, you can notify Yan Liqiang and ask him to come see me..."
Hearing this, Yan Liqiang had already walked to the door of the flower hall. He pushed the door open and walked into the room.
There were two people in the room, sitting across from each other on a coffee table. Qian Su had an angry look on his face, with his hands clenched into fists on his knees. The man sitting opposite Qian Su looked like a pig, with a fat head and big ears, a bloated body, and was wearing a scarlet official robe. He was holding a teacup in his hand, with his head tilted, his eyes squinted, a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at Qian Su, and was bringing the teacup in his hand to his mouth.
Seeing Yan Liqiang coming in, Qian Su was surprised and stood up quickly...
“How dare you barge in here…” The fat pig was stunned for a moment, then became furious.
Yan Liqiang said nothing, walked directly to the fat pig, and slapped the fat pig in the face...
A mouthful of blood and countless broken teeth spurted out of the fat pig's mouth. The fat pig, weighing more than 200 kilograms, was slapped by Yan Liqiang and flew off the chair. It did a 720-degree spin in the air, and then slammed heavily on the wall three meters away. It fell down with a crash, crushing the table and vase below, and then fainted without a sound...
(End of this chapter)