MTL - Dali Temple Small Dining Room-Chapter 391 Whole Fish Feast (4)
Chapter 391 Whole Fish Feast (4)
As soon as these words came out, Jing Yunhou was taken aback, and looked at Duke Jing who was sitting there puzzled: "What is the dry stock that father is talking about?"
"It happened a few years ago!" Lord Jingguo sighed without doubting him, and said, "After Yuan Qing was killed by Wen Xuance's treacherous gangster, most of the family wealth was distributed to the offshoots of the Yuan Qing family. However, the 20% shares in the Zhaixing Building have already made a will, and after the accident, I will share it equally with them."
Hearing this, Marquis Jing Yun was startled for no reason, and blurted out: "Why didn't my father say such a windfall?"
Lord Jingguo picked up Lin Fei's apology teacup that had been passed around by several people and took a sip, then glanced at Jingyunhou indifferently, and said, "Before Yuan Qing died, I didn't know the news at all. How can you say it?" Paused, he did not forget to squint at Jing Yunhou, his tone became a little more serious, and he said again with a slight knock, "That is Yuan Qing's family wealth, it is just a escrow. Is it really embarrassing to lick your face and move this money?"
In the past few years, the dry shares of Zhaixinglou have been distributed to him, but he has not moved a penny, and put them there, only as an escrow.
The Lin family has been running the business for several generations, and there is no shortage of money. Jing Yunhou didn't care about money at all. Hearing this, he hurriedly explained: "Father misunderstood, I don't want to be greedy for money."
Seeing that Lord Yasukuni's expression softened, he spoke again: "I remember that when the accident happened, General Yuan's family was poor and there was almost nothing of value left behind. Where did General Yuan get this dry stock? Since he has this dry stock , why are you harsh on yourself and live in poverty?"
The cadres of Zhaixinglou, anyone who has a brain knows that there will be no shortage.
"Yuan Qing started in the cold, and it was a solid military exploit. It has always been frugal and not extravagant." Duke Jing frowned and said, "Which rule stipulates that if you have money, you must squander it?"
Jing Yunhou couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard this: He didn't mean to squander it wantonly, but he just thought that the money from a decent source can be used within a controllable range. Splurge is not good, but there is no need Too harsh.
You can see how General Yuan looked like when he was alive, he didn't spend any money other than his salary at all.
If this were not the case, it would not have been until now that he learned the news from Lord Yasukuni that General Yuan actually had shares in the Zhaixing Building.
Come to think of it, the people in Chang'an City never thought of such a thing.
Jing Yunhou had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he just looked at Mr. Yasukuni's stern face, and knew that if he continued to ask, Mr. Yasukuni would become suspicious, and there would inevitably be another storm in his house.
Father is also getting older...Jing Yunhou looked at the white temples of Lord Yasukuni and sighed, swallowed the words he hadn't said in his throat, and said no more.
In the end it was his father, Jing Yunhou knew very well that Duke Jing was a man: he had an upright temperament, although sometimes he looked fierce and rigid, but he was not a villain, let alone a villain who was greedy for money.
Furthermore, when Zhao Mengzhuo's accident happened, his father was having tea at home, and Zhao Mengzhuo's falling from the building had absolutely nothing to do with his father.
Furthermore, even if General Yuan's cadre came from a real problem, his father was only entrusted with the will, and the money has not been moved, so it doesn't matter much.
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There was a lot of noise and excitement around, tall and burly guys stopped everyone from getting close to Zhao Mengzhuo's body, but the group of well-dressed dignitaries squatted on Zhao Mengzhuo's body, crying "Brother Zhao" in their mouths, but they unscrupulously destroyed the criminal evidence on the surface of the body .
Many people know Zhao Mengzhuo, and there are also many who have guards in their hands who can expel those tall and powerful guys. It's just that those skilled guards closely follow the nobles who came to watch the fun, protecting their masters.
Zhao You was stopped by the staff, but in desperation, he had already explained to the audience that the man lying on the ground was Zhao Mengzhuo, the master of Dali Temple, and asked everyone, especially those nobles who were skilled enough to guard him, to help Busy, borrow a guard.
But he shouted for half an hour, but still... No one paid attention to him.
Each person sweeps the snow in front of the door, and don't care about the frost on others' roofs. Although this behavior is indifferent, it cannot be said that the other party is at fault and violated the law.
Looking at the lively onlookers around, an unspeakable sense of despair welled up in my heart, as if my body had fallen into an ice cellar and could not move.
It is not that Wen Mingtang, Tang Yuan and Zhao You did not try to reason, but their "force" cannot overcome the obstruction of the opponent's buddy, so how can anyone pay attention to reasoning?
There were more and more onlookers, and the three of them were surrounded in the open space in front of the Zhaixing Building in a state of embarrassment, and together with Zhao Mengzhuo who was lying on the ground, they let everyone watch.
"Hey, isn't this Dali Temple Minister Zhao, who is in charge of Dali Temple?"
At this moment, someone spoke up.
This voice is a woman's voice, with a high-pitched tone. If she spoke in a low and gentle voice, it would be a pretty pleasant voice, but because of the inexplicably raised tone at this time, the voice sounds harsh.
Wen Mingtang's ears recognized the voice, followed the sound, and as expected, he saw the familiar figure in the crowd.
Wearing a floor-sweeping red fringed skirt, it is particularly conspicuous among the well-dressed onlookers, not to mention the matching headdress and jewelry, any of which is enough for an ordinary family of three to eat for many years .
The woman holding a velvet flower fan in her hand covered half of her face with the fan, but it did not prevent Wen Mingtang from recognizing the person—Princess Liyang from the shrewd eyes on the fan.
The Furong Garden opposite is hosting a banquet, so it's not surprising that this person appears here.
Compared to the surrounding pedestrians who did not interfere with the onlookers, this one made a sound, but the first opening was full of ridicule.
After being surprised for a while, Princess Liyang spoke again: "Master Zhao is always the one standing at the murder scene, why is he the one lying down today?" ridicule.
As soon as these words came out, the three of them looked at Princess Liyang angrily.
Princess Liyang smiled even more happily when she glared at the three of them.
Wen Mingtang's anger was only for a moment, and soon he calmed down again, looking coldly at the sneering Princess Liyang: Looking at his past, it's not surprising that a master who treats human life like nothing would do such a thing!
It is nonsense to talk about reasoning with this kind of people, because this kind of people are not people who reason. There will be no "touch" or conscience discovery if you surrender. Only when the punishment is in front of you and you are afraid, will you surrender.
Seeing that the three of them remained silent, Princess Liyang seemed to be in high spirits. After stepping on her feet without taking them back, she rolled them up again, and said with a sneer, "The yamen of Dali Temple is used to arrogance on weekdays. Relying on the order of being under His Majesty's jurisdiction and not being restrained by others, entering and leaving the homes of princes and dignitaries is like entering a no-man's land! Could it be that he is too arrogant, and the sky will fall down the building!"
(end of this chapter)
