After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

"As I expected, they are all a bunch of old foxes. None of them want to take the lead and are still waiting to see what happens.

Fortunately, I was prepared.

Come, prepare the gong."

He waved his hand and asked the clerk who had been dozing off for three days to go down and prepare the things for debt collection. Li Lianggong reached out and touched his moustache habitually, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then showed an obscene smile to the several strong and sturdy Dali Temple runners behind Meng Qisui.

"This is a good physique. You can tell at a glance that he has a lot of strength."

Reaching out his hand, he touched the hard chest of the Dali Temple prison warden, who was a head taller than him, and pressed it intentionally. Li Lianggong nodded with satisfaction.

The monkey-like Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong was satisfied, but the strong and powerful warden of the Dali Temple, who was as big as a mountain, turned green in the face.

“Wow, wife, I am no longer pure.

My chest muscles were touched by someone other than my wife today, and it was a wretched old man. I am not a sissy prostitute in the Wanhua Tower..."

If it weren't for the fact that the monkey-like Li Lianggong was a second-rank official, the Minister of Revenue, whose position was higher than that of his immediate superior, Lord Meng, the Minister of the Dali Temple, the Dali Temple Warden would have drawn his sword on the spot.

One of the two people has to go down.

The prison warden of the Dali Temple, whose face turned green with goosebumps all over his body, could no longer hold back and quietly took a step back.

Li Lianggong didn't mind the obvious disdainful avoidance of the Dali Temple prison warden, who was just like an old lady who was picky when buying pork in the market, and she also wanted to take a look at the next house.

Ignoring the Dali Temple prison warden who wanted to shrink into a ball, Li Lianggong stared at the yamen runners behind the Dali Temple prison warden with a gleam in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, they all look strong and healthy, hehehe..."

I never thought that the Minister of Revenue would be so fond of this. No wonder he didn't remarry after his wife died so many years ago. The expressions of the Dali Temple runners who came with him looked as if they had swallowed a bunch of flies, fearing that Li Lianggong would stretch out his evil claws to them.

Li Lianggong, who never cared about what others thought of him, pointed at the warden of the Dali Temple and a tall and strong yamen runner who was about the same height as him behind him, and said, "You, you, just the two of you, come here and follow me."

The two Dali Temple prison wardens who were chosen looked at each other amid the relief and sympathy of the rest of those who were not selected, and then looked at their immediate superior, Dali Temple Minister Meng Qisui.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen enough of Meng Qisui's icy face?

The emperor has said that I am responsible for debt collection, and you people from the Dali Temple should cooperate with me.

What, I can't order you around anymore?"

Meng Qisui, who had been silent the whole time, finally nodded slightly and said, "Go."

The two prison wardens of the Dali Temple took a few steps forward with a burning desire to sacrifice themselves bravely, and followed Li Lianggong about one meter away.

"Let's go to the small warehouse."

Reaching out and touching his mustache, Li Lianggong turned around and walked towards the small warehouse where the Ministry of Revenue stored miscellaneous items.

After signaling the person guarding the warehouse to open the door, Li Lianggong led a group of people to the innermost part of the messy small warehouse.

"This is a treasure of our Ministry of Revenue. It has not been used for many years. Now it is time to see the light of day again."