Autumn is almost here. Although there is still some residual heat from the autumn heat, the weather is much cooler than before, and there is wind in the mornings and evenings.
It was already evening, the dark green clouds in the sky were piled up thickly, and the black clouds were like a huge fish bone lying across the sky. In the old house in Jiujing Hutong, a man hurried out and opened the door. After looking around, he waved to the vendor selling preserved fruits across the street: "Pack some in."
The vendor responded with a smile, quickly served a bowl and asked, "Is that enough?"
"Not enough." Zou Qing frowned, his not-so-good-looking face looked even more harsh and gloomy: "I want a whole bucket, bring it in!"
At the same time, he threw a piece of silver down as if giving alms.
The vendor's eyes widened. He had never seen people buy things like this before. He didn't know how to react for a moment, but his body was faster than his brain. By the time he reacted, he had already rushed forward and grabbed the silver in his hand, smiling more sincerely: "Okay!"
Zou Qing watched him carry the load into the door, asked a few servants to unload the load, and then waved his hand to tell him to leave.
It seemed that they were not going to give up the burden, but the vendor didn't care at all. This ingot of silver was at least twenty taels. With so much silver, it was enough for their whole family to live for a year. What couldn't they do with it
It was just a carrying pole, but he was so happy that he was afraid that the other person would go back on his word, so he ran away immediately.
Zou Qing sneered and told the servants, who looked a little embarrassed and hurried, "Carry it and go. Just say you are going to the city to sell preserved fruits."
There were a lot of firewood, fans and other things lying around in the yard. It was obvious that they were all bought from the peddler together with the food.
The people below wiped their mouths, said nothing, kowtowed to him respectfully, and then quickly found their own things to do.
Zou Qing sent them away, walked up the stairs without saying goodbye, passed through the flower hall, and came to the small side hall next to it. He knocked on the door and waited respectfully outside.
Hearing a leisurely laugh from inside, he knew he could get in. He carefully pushed the door open, smiled, bent over, and whispered, "It's been done. Those people should be able to leave the city before tonight."
A man's chuckle came from above, and then Zou Qing raised his head and bowed respectfully to Jiang Songwen who was sitting above him: "Master, please rest assured."
Jiang Songwen waved his hands and sneered, "What do you mean by worry or not? I'll give the task to you. If you don't do it well, I'll take your head. Anyway, you decide for yourself whether your head is more important or something else."
Unlike his father Jiang Zining, Jiang Songwen has been pampered since birth. He was born with wealth and status, has never suffered any setbacks, and grows up to be very wealthy.
Everything he wore and carried in his hands were not ordinary items and one could tell at a glance that they were of great value.
When Zou Qing was facing him, he didn't have any temper at all and was as honest as a cat.
After all, he is the son of the Prime Minister, so of course he has to be served well. Otherwise, as he himself said, if he is not careful, he may lose his life without knowing it.
Opposite Jiang Songwen sat a young man who looked very young. Seeing how Jiang Songwen was acting like he was facing a great enemy, he couldn't help but laugh: "Well, Zou Qing is a reliable person. I wish I had such a confidant, but you scare him like this all the time."
Jiang Songwen snorted, raised his hand and dropped a chess piece, looked at the young man and shook his head: "You don't know, if you don't keep a close eye on the people below, you don't know when they will trick you. They are all monkeys, pushing everything onto others and not doing their job with all their heart."
The man smiled and said nothing, knowing that he was talking about the assassination of Wei An. When Jiang Songwen no longer looked angry, he interrupted and said, "It's not their fault. The situation was urgent. It was rare that they could do this without leaving any clues for Shen Chen and Wei An."
Jiang Songwen showed no intention of relaxing his frown. He sneered and his tone became a little cold: "What's the point of saying all this? In the end, the person is still alive. They have done everything to this point. They have given the person and the money, but they made things like this. Wei An is not dead, so things will be troublesome from now on."
If Wei An died, Shen Chen would probably be ruined as well.
For so long, others couldn't see it, but he saw what Shen Chen did for Wei An.
He held her in high esteem and protection, fearing that something might happen to his beloved fiancée, and he also showed extra care and love to her family. Which one of Mrs. Wei and the others had not received a favor from Shen Chen
If Wei An was killed, Shen Chen would definitely not be in the mood to investigate what happened afterwards.
But now Wei An is not dead, he is just seriously injured, so things will be troublesome afterwards------Shen Chen is a person with such temper, whoever dares to touch the person dear to him is tantamount to slapping him in the face, he can't bear it.
Thinking of this, his mood became very bad.
He knew very well what kind of person Shen Chen was. Once he recovered and found some clues from the Ministry of Industry, it would be difficult for everyone.
Being an enemy of Shen Chen is really not a happy thing.
As soon as he showed this gloomy expression, Zou Qing next to him was so scared that he lowered his eyebrows, crossed his hands in front of him and dared not move.
Jiang Songwen's father is different. He would take people's lives at any time. He is a rich man, but he is different from other rich men. He does not care about education or other things. He only cares about profit.
After so many years in the Ministry of Industry, he is different from his father who was diligent and conscientious. He is determined to take on things that should be taken on, which is why he has encountered so many troubles.
And his temper is really not good.
"Is there any movement over there?" After a long pause, perhaps because of the presence of this young man, Jiang Songwen finally did not let the atmosphere become too tense. After waiting for a long time, he finally asked, "Have you asked someone to keep a close eye on it?"
Zou Qing breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and said respectfully: "There has been no movement yet. I heard from the people inside that the princess was probably seriously injured this time. The Marquis has been guarding her every day and has never left. Even when the palace looked for him a few days ago, he stayed for an afternoon and then left the palace immediately. He went to the palace to guard the princess again..."
Jiang Songwen's frown relaxed a little, and he sneered, saying with a bit of disdain and sarcasm: "It's really hard for him. He still hasn't forgotten his sweetheart." (To be continued)