A Scumbag Always Gets What He Deserves

The backer behind Baron Duncan was Regal Grande, which did not surprise Jane Qiao in the slightest.

In fact, he had already guessed it.Only the second son, who is eager to fight for the right to inherit, can amass wealth, because without wealth, he can't do anything.When the old duke died, he would lose everything.

On the contrary, his eldest brother can instantly become the richest person in the entire Totes continent, which is the power bestowed by the law of primogeniture.

Jian Qiao's heart was full of pity, but her eyes were calm as water, watching the great nobleman.He knew that if the other party approached aggressively, there would definitely be a showdown, and the legendary Lei Zhe was not a person who was twisted and twisted.

Sure enough, Lei Zhe stared at him for a long time, and then said in a strong tone: "We cooperate to open a store, and the profit is [-]%."

It is said to be a cooperation, but in fact it is just to get Jian Qiao's incense making technology and gem processing technology.However, for a nobleman like Lei Zhe, being willing to give up [-]% of the profits is considered an extremely generous move, because as long as he wants, the knights under his command can level the city of De Solette.

At that time, he can take away everything Jian Qiao has now.

In the past five years, Desolet City, which has gradually become rich, has encountered attacks from other city lords, but they have all survived tenaciously.However, this is not because their troops are strong enough, but because the enemies around them are poorer and backward than them.

But Grande's Knights were different. It was a great army that helped Charles III to build a country.In front of this army, the rich city of De Solette is just a piece of fat that can be taken away at any time.

The two male servants hurriedly looked at their master, and blinked repeatedly to signal him to agree.

Jian Qiao opened her thin lips lightly, and said two short words: "No."

Lei Zhe, who had long regarded this wealth as his own, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Jian Qiao said firmly: "I must get [-]% of the profit, otherwise there is no talk."

Twenty-eight points, this is his bottom line, because the profits from those shops not only support the servants and army of the Earl's Mansion, but also aid in the construction of the entire city of Desolet.

The support of the widowed elderly, the resettlement of abandoned children, the popularization of schools, the establishment of hospitals, the cleaning of streets, the repair of private houses, these huge public expenditures have to be paid out of Jianqiao's private treasury.

Without [-]% of the profit, he cannot allow his people to live a stable and prosperous life, which is unacceptable.

However, his ideas are truly unacceptable in this age when human lives are as cheap as weeds, so he doesn't need to explain anything to Lei Zhe.

Lei Zhe stared straight at him, with a cold tone: "Mr. Earl, do you know that I have never been so generous to anyone. Your greed is beyond my expectation."

Letting go of [-]% profit, Lei Zhe has never done such a loss-making business.Whatever he wants, others will offer it with both hands, and all of it.

Jian Qiao nodded slightly, accepting this "appreciation" with pleasure.

Lei Zhe smiled angrily, raised his chin, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will retaliate when you offend me so much?"

This question hits the point, Jian Qiao is really not afraid.

He bent down, slowly approached Lord Lei Zhe, and said softly: "Although I have never met you, I have heard about your deeds from the bard. You are a great knight, and you have your principles You will not take revenge on anyone as long as you do not violate the laws of Grande and do not do harm to yourself. You are not like other nobles—”

He stretched out his slender index finger, tapped Lei Zhe's chest in the air, and continued: "You still have light here."

Yes, Lei Zhe is rare, a nobleman with a bright heart.The man whose arm he cut off in the street was a mad robber.If the opponent loses his hands, the sins created will inevitably be greatly reduced.

Lei Zhe is definitely not the kind of murderer who would wantonly kill others for no reason.

Jian Qiao has seen nobles who use human blood to keep their youth, also seen nobles who made human skin into lanterns, and even seen nobles who slaughtered an entire village just because they were depressed.Even Charles III would fight with several bishops over the ownership of a set of golden candlesticks at his uncle's funeral. What else could they not do?

The vast majority of nobles in this era are a group of beasts with no moral bottom line. For the sake of profit, they can ignore all decency.

But Lei Zhe is different.He has his own principles, he knows what can and cannot be done.He upholds the gentlemanly style that is rare in this era, even if he plots against others, he always has to find an upright reason.

In Jian Qiao's original world, this is known as a teacher.

At the same time, other city lords can order soldiers to kill all the people who migrated from another city for a trivial reason.Many cities are hostile to each other, and merchants who travel between these cities will lose their lives if they are not careful.

This is also the reason why Jian Qiao dared to open the store in Grande.If De Solette is the capital of flowers, then Grande is the capital of freedom, and all of this depends on Lei Zhe's management.

"So, why should I be afraid of a person with a bright heart?" Jian Qiao asked softly.

Lei Zhe lowered his head and looked at the slender fingertips hanging on his chest. Although there was no physical contact, he felt that his heart had been stabbed.

This feeling was not pain, but itching, numbness, swelling, and heat, which made him restless.The drizzle in early spring poured down on Lei Zhe's body with full coolness, but a layer of sweat quietly dripped from the tip of his nose and forehead.

In his chest, where the earl of Huadu shot straight, there was a fire burning.

He opened his mouth, but forgot what he wanted to say.

After a while, he issued a stern warning: "Don't let me catch you, and don't break Grande's law, or I will take all your wealth."

He didn't bother to cover up his plundering intentions. Yes, he came for Jian Qiao's wealth.

Jian Qiao nodded seriously, and replied gently: "Don't worry, when I arrive at Grande, I will definitely hide in the hotel and not go out. I will leave immediately after attending the king's banquet."

Lei Zhe: "..." He should have been angry, but the anger in his heart could not be ignited at all.Being provoked, rejected, and offended, which noble could tolerate such humiliation?However, he not only tolerated, but was also moved.

Just now, the Earl of Huadu touched his soul with just a few words, which caused his emotions to fluctuate and he could not calm down for a long time.

Without saying a word, he gave the other party a warning look, then turned and left.

Jian Qiao poked her head out and asked gently and politely: "Are you planning to go back to Grande? I wonder if I can have the honor of giving you a ride?"

Lei Zhe waved his hands without looking back: "You don't have this honor."

As long as he pulled himself into the carriage, the Earl of Huadu didn't have to turn the front of the car to make way. This would not only avoid a trouble, but also embarrass Duncan's face.

How cunning!

Lei Zhe wiped off the raindrops on his face, and deliberately ordered in a cold tone: "Make all your carriages retreat!"

Baron Duncan, who led a group of knights to the front, immediately showed a smug smile.Ha, he finally won today!

Of course Jian Qiao knew that Lei Zhe would not accept her invitation, but she had to try everything, what if there was a surprise?

However, there have never been surprises in this world, only the helplessness of conforming to power.

Jian Qiao sighed, "Make way."

His valet, coachman, and a group of knights hurriedly removed the reins of the horses, and then pushed the carriage together.The path was very narrow and full of mud, and after a short while, everyone fell into the mud soup one after another.

Lord Duncan and his knights watched the scene cheerfully.

Lei Zhe grinned, as if smiling, but his eyes were dark.

Regardless of the servant's persuasion, Jian Qiao got out of the car and stood on the side of the road watching.He couldn't sit in the car and put on weight while everyone else was busy.

A footman hastily opened an umbrella for him.

Jian Qiao took the handle of the umbrella and said in a low voice, "I will do it myself."

"Let me fight for you, you have just suffered a serious illness, and you have no strength in your hands and feet!" The male servant was full of worry.

Jian Qiao held the umbrella handle tightly, looked at Lei Zhe who was not far away, and said in a low voice, "I'll do it myself, so as to prevent accidents from happening."

"What unexpected situation? What are you talking about?" The manservant couldn't understand this sentence at all.

Jian Qiao shook her head, turned to look at the subordinates struggling in the mud, her expression gradually became gloomy.Turning the front of the car in such a narrow place is a dirty, tiring and troublesome thing. The Baron Duncan's approach is not vicious, but sinister.

I don't know how many times they fell down before the knights finally turned the fronts of several carriages. At the same time, they were all dirty from top to bottom.

Baron Duncan pointed at the group of people made of yellow mud, and sneered gloatingly with his knights.

Lei Zhe couldn't appreciate the fun at all, and urged impatiently: "Get in the car, let's go!"

So after several hours of confrontation, the outcome of this narrow encounter was finally decided.Baron Duncan immediately got into the carriage and laughed vigorously.This matter is enough for him to talk about it in business circles and aristocratic circles. At that time, the Earl of Huadu will definitely lose face!

"How about I invite you to take a bath? It is said that some beautiful scrubbers have arrived in Arian's bath. We can also have a sumptuous dinner there." Baron Duncan proposed enthusiastically.

Lei Zhe didn't pay attention to him at all, just stared at him standing on the side of the road for a moment, holding a black umbrella, with black hair and a pair of black eyes, and wearing a black cloak, as if the whole person was blending into the night Earl of Huadu.

Half of the man's face was hidden in the umbrella, only a little of his chin was exposed. The hand holding the umbrella was thin and long, and the skin on the back of his hand was as white as the first and cleanest handful of snow that fell in winter.

He never removed the umbrella cover, revealing his complete face, so as to watch Lei Zhe go away.Even if it's just perfunctory, he should take a look and then nod his head. This is the demeanor that a gentleman must maintain.

It can be seen from this that the tossing just now also aroused the anger in his heart, making him forget to maintain etiquette.

What is he thinking at this moment?Is his heart cursing?

【Thank God, damn Lei Zhe is finally gone, it is a gift from God not to have to face his annoying face anymore!Get the hell out of here, bastard! 】

The above is Lei Zhe's imagination.He felt that the Earl of Huadu must be complaining about himself in his heart.

And this imagining made him annoyed in an instant.He slammed on the car window and ordered to the coachman: "Let the horse run faster when you pass Earl Huadu!"

The more bored Earl Huadu felt, the more he wanted to show his presence.Isn't the other party unwilling to look up at him?Well, he made the man have to look at him.

At this moment, Lei Zhe was completely unaware of how weird his thoughts were.

The coachman whipped the horse and rushed over quickly.The wheels ran over the mud pit, splashing a row of thick yellow slurry.

Jian Qiao said quickly: "Be careful!" Then she put the umbrella in front of her to block the invasion of slurry.

It was obvious that he had expected this to happen.

His two male servants reacted a little slower, and now they had turned into two soaked rats covered in yellow mud.

The three masters and servants looked at Lei Zhe's carriage in unison, with speechless expressions.

Although Jian Qiao kept her upper body, her trousers and boots were splashed with mud.He lowered his head, looked at the yellow mud spots on his legs, and asked in a deep voice, "How old is that Lord Lei Zhe?"

The red-haired male servant recalled: "It should be 20 years old. My lord, why are you asking this?"

"Twenty? Are you sure?" Jian Qiao took out a snow-white handkerchief from her pocket, gently wiped off the rain on her face, and said in a mocking voice, "I thought he was only two years old this year."