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

Unexpectedly, Li Lianggong, who had been so anxious to protect his daughter just now, remained silent this time, as if he was blind. He did not notice that the one whose earlobes turned red was the old widower Meng Qisui, not his precious daughter Li Shiliu.

"Alright, alright, everyone, stop wasting time, it's important to get the money."

With the familiar giant bronze siege leading the way, the joint debt collection team of the Ministry of Revenue and the Dali Temple, which has dominated the hot discussion list in Yuanjing City in recent times, set sail again.

"It's only right and proper to pay off debts."

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Although she also liked to do bad things behind people's backs, this was the first time in Li Shiliu's life that she was stared at by the people along the street. How should I describe this feeling? It was quite novel.

He glanced curiously at the other people traveling with him. The cold-faced devil Meng Qisui still had his usual expressionless face. The warden of the Dali Temple and most of the others had a look of familiarity and numbness on their faces. Only his own father Li Lianggong, the conspicuous one, was waving and gesturing to the onlookers around him, and he was almost about to make a speech.

After everyone arrived at Duke Yue's Mansion in a swagger, housekeeper Tong, who felt ashamed of himself, quickly and respectfully welcomed the debt collectors with big green flowers on their bodies into the mansion with a twitch in the corner of his eye, and then quickly slammed the door of Duke Yue's Mansion shut.

"Thank you for your hard work, my lords. Please follow me. My master has been waiting for you for a long time."

He didn't care what the reactions of these masters whom he couldn't afford to offend would be. Butler Tong just wanted to bring the people to the master as soon as possible, complete the task as soon as possible, and send them away as soon as possible.

Duke Yue’s Mansion couldn’t afford this group of debt collection teams anyway.

"Old Tong, you are the commander of the Nine Gates and you are in charge of so many people, but you still can't find anyone to carry the money for you?"

The outgoing old man Li Lianggong immediately burst into smiles when he saw his old friend Tong Guoan from afar.

When Tong Guoan heard the voice of Li Lianggong, the old rascal, he frowned reflexively. After a pause, he walked towards the few people reluctantly.

Seeing a bunch of people wearing eye-catching big green flowers, Tong Guoan felt his temples throbbing.

Tong Guoan bowed perfunctorily in the direction of Li Lianggong and Meng Qisui, and waved his hand to let all the irrelevant servants retreat.

"My Lords, could you please withdraw your guards?"

Tong Guoan, who was very concerned about his reputation, didn't want the fact that he used his wife's dowry to repay the money owed to the national treasury to be leaked, so he naturally hoped that as few people as possible would know about it.

Li Lianggong and Meng Qisui looked at each other, not knowing what Tong Guoan was up to.

It was not time to break off relations with the old villain Tong Guoan. Li Lianggong waved his hand and asked the others to retreat, leaving only Li Shiliu who was dressed as a man.

He had promised in person to take his daughter to see a play. Of course, the good father had to keep his word. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it wouldn't count.

"this……"

Seeing Li Shiliu who was left at the end, Tong Guoan asked tentatively.

"Old Tong, Meng Qisui and I are here to collect debts under the emperor's order. We have nothing to hide from others. It would not be appropriate for the three of us to have a secret conversation here without anyone knowing."