"Such a large-scale riot must have someone behind it. Has there been any result?" Fang Yun asked.
Fang Shouye replied: "Your Excellency the Governor, after the interrogators said that their actions were suspected of treason, many people were frightened and confessed immediately. Most of them were instructed by the local Qingjiang Commercial Bank or other Qingguo shops, and they all got enough benefits."
"I see." Fang Yun nodded slightly.
Fang Yun didn't say anything, but everyone present at the meeting already knew who the real mastermind behind the scenes was.
Many people from Jing who were present broke out in cold sweats. The people from Qing were so calculating, one openly and one secretly, one in front and one behind. If it wasn't Fang Yun, it would be Zhang Longxiang. Even if he had three heads and six arms, he would have been defeated by the people from Qing.
"This matter involves many people. I have to continue handling it and have to leave. I hope you can forgive me." Fang Shouye said sternly.
"Thank you, Governor Fang." Fang Yun said.
Fang Shouye bowed and left quickly.
The two of them only exchanged a few dozen sentences, but there were mysteries hidden everywhere.
Some people were laughing at the Xiaogouzi Kingdom, some were thinking about looting and smashing, some were deducing the struggle between the Qing Kingdom and Fang Yun, and many knowledgeable officials directly wrote to Fang Yun, wanting to know what the "emergency plan" was.
After Fang Shouye left, Fang Yun said, "Since the riots have subsided, it will not affect the literary gathering, and the literary gathering should proceed as normal. Oh... I forgot, the literary gathering seems to have ended, because the leader of the four great talents has been decided, and the winner has been determined!"
Fang Yun looked down from a high place, looking at the locations of the Qingjun and Zonglei families.
However, Lei Tingzhen, Zong Ganyu and Qing Jun all had strange smiles on their faces.
There was a hint of malice in Lei Tingzhen's smile, a hint of contempt in Zong Ganyu's smile, and a hint of satisfaction in Qingjun's smile, as if a great revenge had been taken.
Except for the three people in charge, the expressions of all the people with high status around them also changed subtly, and they were all smiling.
Even Zong Wuyuan, who had been attacked repeatedly by Fang Yun, was laughing.
They laughed, but the people of Jingguo couldn't laugh.
At this point, Fang Yun had clearly already secured victory, but these people not only did not fall into extreme emotions, no madness, no anger, no despair, but instead seemed to be collectively laughing at Fang Yun. They were not fools, so there was only one possibility, that they not only believed that they had not lost, but also believed that they would definitely win, even if Fang Yun revealed his biggest trump card.
The hearts of the people in Jing State sank deeply. Just now, even the riots in various places in Xiangzhou were easily put out by Fang Yun. They thought that the entire literary meeting was under Fang Yun's control, but now, they no longer had the confidence they had just now.
Many people sent letters to Fang Yun as soon as possible.
"Something is wrong, you have to be careful!"
"This is very wrong, something terrible is going to happen!"
"They haven't even used their trump card yet!"
“Although I don’t know what methods they will use, but seeing that they are so confident, they must have some shocking methods.”
At this moment, Zong Wuyuan smiled and said with undisguised contempt, "Nothing more than that."
Fang Yun looked up at the sky, then looked down at Zong Wuyuan quietly without saying a word.
Most people at the literary gathering were a little at a loss. According to common sense, the literary gathering should have come to an end at this point, because the entire gathering was dominated by Fang Yun from beginning to end. But why did those people not care at all? Why was Zong Wuyuan still mocking Fang Yun
Zong Wuyuan patted his clothes, sat down again, leaned back in the chair, looked up at Fang Yun, smiled and spoke sweetly.
"If someone says that you, Fang Yun, have no talent, I will be the first to scold him; if someone says that you, Fang Yun, have no wisdom, I will also be the first to scold him. This literary gathering has given me a lot of gains, that is, not only can I not easily admit defeat, but I can also not easily admit victory before the real ending comes. I thought I made a small mistake, and I was ruined by my literary courage. I don't know how long it will take to make further progress. I feel that I am not as good as you. However, now if someone says that you are better than us, I will only sneer in response. Seeing that the great Xu Sheng made the same mistake as me, I am very happy and a little sad. I always thought you were difficult to deal with, but when you said 'the winner is decided', something in my heart seemed to be broken. From now on, you will not be worthy of my Zong Wuyuan's attention, nor your Zong family's attention."
Zong Wuyuan's voice spread throughout the literary gathering. Many people wanted to scold him, but they held back. They wanted to continue listening and want to know Fang Yun's reaction.
However, they were disappointed. Fang Yun just looked at Zong Wuyuan quietly, without any doubt or worry, exactly the same as before.
Zong Wuyuan's counterattack was powerful and skillful, but Fang Yun did not respond, and it was like hitting cotton.
Zong Wuyuan sneered, "You pretended to be very calm, but unfortunately, you exposed your arrogance in the end. Indeed, I would never believe that you are Zhang Longxiang before you reveal it yourself. After all, you imitate Zhang Longxiang so much that you can even say that you created a brand new person. You think this kind of cleverness can decide everything, and you think you can fight back against us if you master this secret, but you still don't understand one thing, in this world, strength is the foundation, and everything else is just details attached to strength. What makes me laugh is that you only mastered the details but think you master everything, just like a child in open-crotch pants holding a wooden sword, fighting a veteran on the battlefield, the veteran doesn't draw his sword, doesn't make a move, and doesn't kill, but you think the veteran has lost."
"This story is a little bit inferior to the previous ones." Fang Yun replied with a smile.
However, the calmer Fang Yun was, the more worried many people became. Zong Wuyuan had almost made it clear that they would use absolute force against Fang Yun.
Zong Wuyuan suddenly stood up and spoke in an even louder voice.
"You don't know that the sword in the hands of the old soldier has slaughtered thousands of troops. The hands of the old soldier can control the world! It's not that the old soldier is afraid of you, but once the old soldier takes action, there will be no opponent in front of him!"
Fang Yun said: "I understand the truth, but can you put down the wooden sword in your hand that is pointing at me?"
Many people did not know whether to laugh or cry. Fang Yun was really unpredictable. Before the storm, before the Zong and Lei families and the Qing Kingdom were about to use their most powerful forces, he was so calm and mocked his opponents. Few people could do that.
Zong Wuyuan was about to fight back when Fang Yun spoke again.
"After all, this Saint is facing the demon world."
Fang Yun's tone was very flat, but everyone only felt a chill in autumn before their eyes, iron and blood were everywhere, and the will to fight was rising into the sky.
Many people smiled faintly, not laughing at Zong Wuyuan, but thinking back to Fang Yun's experience, thinking back to Fang Yun's contribution, and then thinking about this sentence, and felt unspeakable joy in their hearts.
Because Fang Yun was right, Fang Yun was facing the demon world, and behind Fang Yun was the entire Shengyuan Continent and the entire human race.
Because Fang Yun is blocking in front, everyone can smile anytime and anywhere.
Many people looked at Zong Wuyuan with pity because he looked more like the child in open-crotch pants and holding a wooden sword.
The child didn't know.