Supreme pardon

The man didn't speak, he turned back and sat down, and slowly lit a cigarette again. After a while, the old god said: "What story requires such a high price to listen to?"

Wen Renjue narrowed his eyes, and said slowly: "Tell me, the king of the tenth district and his leader."

"Shouldn't you be from the tenth district?" Asked this, the short man raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at Shuyi and the others one by one, and said with deep meaning: "A person from the outer district pays a lot of money to listen to other The secret between the king of the king's district and the second-in-command..."

After the pause, the man's eyes sharpened, and he said hoarsely, "Is this intriguing?"

Unaffected by this aura at all, Wen Renjue raised his head, looked around the room again, with a relaxed expression, and after looking around carefully, he casually said: "You are a news dealer, if I understand correctly, That means I pay for news and you sell news, and nothing else?"

"That's the truth, but things have their own nature. The price you paid..." The man smirked, his eyes rested on the boxes of money on the table, and he said in a low voice: "This money, isn't it?" What kind of family can get it casually, right? The people and things you want to inquire about, forgive me for guessing, you don’t want to offend the royal power, do you?”

Wen Renjue fell silent, staring straight at the person, his body breathed extremely sharp for a moment.

The man who was called a mouse didn't know if he noticed it, but he continued to smoke, leaning back halfway on the sofa, and said flatly: "This is a mess, breaking the law and taboo is inevitable, but violating the royal power is completely It's another story."

"Although money is a good thing, it depends on whether you want to spend it, what do you think?" As he spoke, the mouse showed its white teeth with a half-smile.

Curving the corners of his lips, Wen Ren Jue's eyes were deep, but he remained silent and did not speak.

Seeing this, Shu Yi took a step forward, walked to the side of Wen Ren Jue, turned towards the man, and said slowly: "Why do you say that there is nothing? After careful study, every illegal and taboo thing you did, you will not be able to do it in the end." They are all against the kingship."

The stalwart man smirked, lowered his head, and flicked the cigarette ash by himself.

Glancing sideways at Wenren Jue who was sitting, Shuyi raised his head and continued: "The reason why you don't want to speak up is because of two points, either, you think our price is too low and it doesn't suit you, or you My heart is not at ease, I want to test our origin..."

"However, let me tell you very frankly, if you are reluctant to speak because of the first point, we can increase the price, everything is negotiable, if you are afraid to speak because of the second point, that is not necessary, we I'll let you know when I think it's necessary."

The mouse still lowered its head, as if it didn't hear what Shuyi said, it only watched carefully the ash floating on the ground, and Shuyi also closed his mouth after saying those two sentences.

The room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The atmosphere of this silent confrontation was not good, and the seven or eight guards in the box all became tense.

The man called the mouse lowered his head and closed his eyes for a while, finally raised his head, and said seriously: "This money is enough to buy a middle-level family in the district, so how can I think it's too little?" It seemed to break the atmosphere on purpose. , After pondering for a while, he raised the corners of his mouth and said with a half-smile: "Money can turn ghosts around. As long as you can afford the price, I can even tell you the color of the underwear Wang is wearing today!"

I don't know what he was thinking, but suddenly changed his mind.

Crossing the slender legs, Wen Renjue waited leisurely.

Throwing away the cigarette that had burned to the end, the mouse coughed, sat upright, and said, "The king of the ten districts is called Jiang Baifeng, the son of old Wang Jiangsheng, and he has been traveling for many years until the old Wang Yu was assassinated, and he was taken back by the Gu family. The tenth district has developed rapidly under Jiang Sheng's hands. The Gu family is his confidant, and it is one of the best big families in the district. Now the second in command of the tenth district, Gu Zhiqiu, Commonly known as Gu San, he is the third son of the Gu family. He has known Jiang Baifeng since he was a child, and traveled together when he was young. After Jiang Sheng died, he was the one who supported the new king on behalf of the Gu family. After assisting him wholeheartedly, the relationship between the two is both a monarch and a close friend, very close, and Jiang Baifeng also trusts and values ​​him very much."

As Shuyi listened, his eyes unconsciously fell on the man who was listening intently with his chin resting on his side.

Now, this period of "monarch-subject relationship" praised by outsiders is probably coming to an end.

This man came all the way, definitely not to listen to gossip.

"A few years ago, due to the sudden death of the old king, the situation was not stable. Although there was support from the Gu family and other big families in the area, Jiang Baifeng was still cautious. In the past two years, the royal power has stabilized and has been rejuvenated. Sharp enough, and the cleanup began."

The man was well organized and talked in a slightly hoarse voice.

Wen Renjue closed his eyes slightly, listening carefully and earnestly.

……

Tenth District Wangcheng is also called Yancheng, the traffic pavement is quite perfect, and the criss-crossing avenues constitute the blood and skeleton of this super city.

It is located in the center of thirteen satellite cities, and is supported by thirteen satellite cities. All kinds of materials meet here, so there are tall buildings everywhere, and the streets are full of traffic and pedestrians.

The building used by Wang's office is located in the prime location in the center of Yancheng. Against the backdrop of several shorter side buildings around it, the main building is as tall as a giant.

Different from the hustle and bustle on other streets, the traffic in the surrounding areas where the King Power Organization is located is obviously under control. Although it is in the "golden" area, it is exceptionally quiet.

As in the past, the main building was lined with members of the war department holding rifles on guard. Only when it was almost noon, several groups of office workers in uniforms suddenly ran out of the main building.

After these people came out, they were divided into several teams and quickly stood up.

When they looked at each other, they were all nervous.

After waiting for less than 2 minutes, there was a motorcade approaching at the end of the street.

When the first few cars arrived downstairs, they turned around and protected a black car in the center in a semicircle.

The car door was opened by a young man.

Everyone bowed their heads and waited respectfully.

This kind of person who worked so hard to welcome everyone finally showed his figure slowly, but he was only a young man in his twenties.

After stepping out of the car, he instinctively reached out his hand to block the sunlight above his head, and saw that he was combing his neat short hair, and his bangs were pulled back casually, revealing a smooth forehead and deep eyebrows.

After standing quietly on the spot for a while, the man slowly moved his head and looked at everyone.

It is clear that the facial features are correct and even the natural smiling lips can be described as gentle and jade-like, but when matched with his face, there is a palpitating aura for no reason.

The tailored suit jacket and cropped suit pants made his slender legs more prominent.

Wearing it does not make people feel different at a glance, but the details are impeccable.

The voice was as capable as a young man's attire, and he looked at a man much older than him, and said as he walked, "Have you re-checked the salt tax in Xiacheng?"

The man who was named by his gaze bent down and followed behind him step by step, saying repeatedly: "It has been re-checked, this time the accounts are more detailed, and there are no mistakes."

"Well," nodding his head, the man continued to ask, "What has Wang been up to these days when I'm not in Yancheng?"

Another middle-aged man beside him was carrying the bag for him, and said solemnly: "The king has been busy with the batch of salt that smuggled out of Winter City these days."

"The one who has something to do with the Chen family?" As he spoke, he quickly walked to the elevator. Someone stepped forward and pressed the floor button, and the group stopped to wait.

"Yes, but the matter of Baiyao was involved later on. The king attaches great importance to it."

"Oh?" He lowered his head thoughtfully, the elevator door opened automatically, and the young man was the first to walk in after the words came to a halt.

A large group of people followed, and only a few could get into the elevator together in the end.

After straightening his sleeves, the man ordered the people behind him without turning his head, "Since there is Baiyao, it means that not only the Chen family is involved, but call me the second boy of the Feng family later."

"Yes!" The voice of the person behind him was quite respectful.

He has been explaining things since he got off the car. He is not very old, but the man's gestures are quite vigorous.

When he got out of the elevator on the top floor, he stretched his hand to the side and said, "Okay, let's get busy, I'll go to see Wang first, and in 10 minutes, call the senior management of the Firearms Management Department and the Second War Department to come to me." We have a short meeting in the office."

"Yes! The chief executive orders." The four or five people who were still behind stopped and bent down.

The man took his bag and held it in his right hand, his eyes still full of deep thought... When he reached the end of the corridor, a huge black wooden door appeared.

Adjusting the expression on his face, he walked forward quickly, and the man was about to knock on the door as soon as he raised his hand, but he suddenly thought of something, and stopped when his finger was two centimeters away from the door.

Staring straight through the door for a minute, after taking a deep breath, he slammed forward and opened the door.

Larger than any of the offices in the main building, the office is bright with floor-to-ceiling windows, well-furnished, and richly carpeted.

Behind the big table in front of the two bookshelves, sat a strong man with a rectangular face, who was concentrating on looking at the things on the table, when the door was pushed open suddenly, he frowned, raised his head, and looked quite uncomfortable. Joy.

With a sharp gaze, an ordinary person would be intimidated.

But this young man is different...

The same is true for the man with the square face. When he sees the person entering the door, his expression changes in an instant. The smile quickly hangs up, and the man also stands up. He said enthusiastically, "Gu San, when did you come back?"

The young man named Gu San stared at the man behind the desk meaningfully, walked away slowly, and threw his bag on the sofa beside him.

Seeing him approaching step by step, the tall and thick man suddenly got a little bit tied up. Gu San didn't seem to notice the nervousness, and when he got to the table, he was ready to get the document that the man had read just now.

It's a pity that he just touched it with his fingers, and the other hand has already pressed it up.

Gu San raised his eyebrows, looked up, and said with deep meaning: "Wang, what are you looking at?"

"No, no, just read some personnel files."

"Oh?" Gu San was noncommittal.

Jiang Baifeng heaved a sigh of relief, left the table, and while beckoning people to sit on the sofa, he said with concern: "When you go out this time, the [-]th district didn't ask for any excessive conditions, did they?"

Gu San was still standing in front of the table, as if he didn't see his Wang's nervous eyes on the table, he turned around, and made a gesture to go to the sofa. After Jiang Baifeng breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly pulled the table document.

Opening it in front of people, pointing to the picture album inside, he smiled and said: "Is this a personnel file?"

"Uh..." Jiang Baifeng looked up at the roof expressionlessly.

In the picture book in Gu San's hand, two naked men and women entangled together are particularly eye-catching.