Outside the imperial capital, the unobtrusive small manor, the bird fluttered its wings and landed in the yard, and soon someone came over, took the small bamboo tube from the bird's leg, patted its little head gently, and put the bird into the cage.

The small bamboo tube was quickly sent to the study, where the thin scribe with a somewhat pale face was carefully flipping through an account book, and the other hand was making an abacus, and the water in the teacup beside him was already cold.

The small bamboo tube was placed on the table, and the scribe did not look up, but still carefully calculated the accounts, as if he were just a bookkeeper.

When he had finished the calculation, the scribe took up his pen and made a mark on one of the books, sighed softly, and turned another page.

A middle-aged man came in from outside the door, this man was wearing a cotton robe, his hair was loose, he pulled his hair in a bun at will, his clothes were not tied tightly, there was no passing clothes on the upper body, ****, and the lower body was wearing red culottes, and the whole person looked very uninhibited.

As the unruly man came in, there was more alcohol in the room, and the middle-aged scribe couldn't help frowning, still didn't look up, and still buried his head in the account.

The unruly man didn't seem to see the middle-aged scribe's expression at all, and when he arrived at the table, he picked up the cold tea casually, drank it with his neck tilted, put down the teacup, and wiped the water from his mouth.

"It's still counting, it's been a long time, let's rest. As he spoke, he sat down on the rocking chair next to him, and his legs were naturally placed on the low embroidery pier in front of him.

The middle-aged scribe was silent, not even looking up at him.

The unruly man didn't care, he saw the small bamboo tube on the table, stretched out his hand, the small bamboo tube flew to his hand, the middle-aged scribe frowned again, the abacus in his left hand did not stop, and the pen in his right hand did not move at all, and the ink on the tip of the pen did not move.

"Well, it doesn't seem to be very good, Qu Zhang hasn't found any traces, and Suihu is probably even more hopeless, this is what the gods did? ”

The middle-aged scribe couldn't keep quiet any longer, shook his head and sighed slightly, put down his pen, looked at the unruly man, and didn't speak, the unruly man smiled, opened his hand and threw the paper in his hand over. Although it was thrown over, the piece of paper seemed to be held by hand, and slowly flew towards the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe stretched out his hand to catch the paper, frowned when he looked at it, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, why don't I go and take a look." ”

"Are you going?" the middle-aged scribe asked calmly, and the unruly man lay down on his back, looking at the roof leisurely: "I can't find out the crooked zhang, this thing is clean enough." ”

"Look at you like this, you've been back for a few days, and you're still so drunk," the middle-aged scribe said displeasedly, "Don't think that the chief is not there, so you will take out your set, if the prince knows, there will be good fruit for you to eat." ”

"Hehe," the unruly man said with a hippie smile, "Isn't it just senior brother." ”

The middle-aged scribe shook his head helplessly, he knew that his little junior brother was uninhibited by nature and acted recklessly, so he had not been sent out to take charge of himself like several other junior brothers, but let him do this.

"Liu Mo?" The middle-aged scribe looked at the note, his brows furrowed slightly, he was conceited and intelligent, he only admired Gongzi in his life, and Gongzi also appreciated him very much, and entrusted him with the right to manage everything.

"What? Do you suspect that Jin Yi was the one who did it?" the unruly man asked, then frowned and shook his head: "I don't know if it was the sect's world walking, you know, without the exercises of the Hidden Immortal Sect, you can't hold Jin Qi." ”

The middle-aged scribe didn't speak, still looking at the note, thought about it, got up and opened the cabinet next to him, took out an iron box from the cabinet, flipped through it, and took out a note.

"Liu Han?"

"Liu Han, isn't that the shopkeeper of the Hanhai Trading Company, didn't that guy join forces with Fengyulou Luoma Shuizhai to deal with the Cao Gang, he and Jin Yi are on the same side, how can he attack Jin Yi?" the unruly man shook his head and said.

"You think things are simple," the middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "Do you remember the last time Jin Yi was injured?"

The unruly man's expression suddenly became solemn, that time it was still the medicine he went to send, so I don't remember, the middle-aged scribe said: "The last time he used the secret method taught by Gongzi, it was a man in black, whose identity was unknown, at that time we judged that he was a member of the Cao Gang, but after the secret investigation, no one in the Cao Gang was injured, and the gang was very calm."

At that time, I suspected that it was not from the Cao Gang, but I also suspected that it was the family of the imperial capital who made a move, and now that Jin Yi is missing, I have to think of this, Jiang Ta, did you say that these two things were done alone?"

"Did it alone?" Jiang Ta was a little surprised, looked at the middle-aged scribe with great confusion, and then said very resolutely: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! If it was that person, why didn't you take down Jin Qi last time, why did you leave him alive, and according to the on-site investigation, that person seems to be injured, in just a few months, his cultivation can be improved so much, this is not a secular kung fu, it is a hidden immortal gate!"

The middle-aged scribe frowned, and did not refute Jiang Ta, but looked out the window blankly, Jiang Ta's rebuttal hit the most fatal weakness of his speculation, it was impossible for that person to suddenly skyrocket in cultivation in just a few months, ordinary grandmasters could defeat Jin Qi, but it was difficult to kill him, just like last time.

"Did the old manager go to Pengcheng?" Jiang Ta asked again, the middle-aged scribe shook his head slightly, did not speak, but took out a piece of paper from the drawer and put it in the corner of the table, Jiang Ta stretched out his hand, and the paper floated to his hand, the content of the paper was not much, and he could see it at a glance.

"Liu Han? It's this guy again! Why is Gongzi also eyeing him?" Jiang Ta seemed to be a little unhappy, and the middle-aged scribe asked puzzledly, "What's the matter? Do you know him?"

Jiang Ta shook his head: "This guy hooked Qingjin away." ”

The middle-aged scribe said dissatisfiedly: "It's the woman from the Qinglou again?"

"Senior brother, you, don't stay in this village all day long, go out for a walk. Jiang Ta shook his head and said regretfully, as if he was very disappointed in the middle-aged scribe, or hated that iron could not become steel: "This is the latest Oiran in the imperial capital, sixteen years old, beautiful and moon-like, and plays the piano well, alas, it's a pity, I know it's late, Liu Han still has some eyesight, and he is ruthless enough, he actually gave 100,000 silver, hey, by the way, how much silver will I give me this time?"

"How much silver? In addition to spending money, have you ever earned money?" The middle-aged scribe retorted angrily, Jiang Ta smiled, and said indifferently: "That's, I am just a no-money identity, a well-known wanderer on the rivers and lakes, how can I fall into such a mundane thing as making money." ”

The middle-aged scribe sighed and shook his head, took out a silver ticket and put it on the table, Jiang Ta looked at it, and shouted with some dissatisfaction: "It's only one thousand taels, you have to know, what kind of place is Baiyi Garden, a meal of wine costs fifty taels of silver, and a night costs one hundred taels of silver......

Before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged scribe interrupted him coldly: "Why, this is not high, hmph, don't think I don't know, you have at least six or seven thousand taels in private, hmph, you are so bold, you dare to do private work in private, hmph, if I hadn't hidden it for you, the manager would have punished you a long time ago!"

"Hehe, senior brother," Jiang Ta said with a hippie smile: "Aren't I short of money, my identity, spending money is like running water, and I can't do things without money, you say yes." ”

"Okay, don't do it in the future, Childe knows, you just wait to be punished. The middle-aged scribe said and sighed: "In the past few years, the income has become less and less, the west has asked for more and more money, and the cost in the north is also a lot. ”

Jiang Ta smiled: "Childe knows me, I can't do anything they do, I still like to be a prodigal son." ”

The middle-aged scribe shook his head with a wry smile, looking very helpless, Jiang Ta flicked the silver ticket, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, why doesn't the son attack Tonghui Qianzhuang?"

"Childe has Childe's idea, besides, Tonghui Money Village is so easy to start?" The middle-aged scribe sneered: "Liu Han's information is here," said and took out a neatly packed document from the pile of documents on the side, Jiang Ta took it easily, and was about to go out, the middle-aged scribe spoke: "Just look here, we don't have much information collected, this guy is a bit mysterious." ”

Jiang Ta didn't argue with him, he honestly sat on the side and looked at the stack of materials, the information was not very detailed, but it was enough, from the time Liu Han stepped into the Great Jin, until some time ago, everything he did was recorded in detail.

"Chang'an, hey, this shopkeeper, I'm afraid he killed it. ”

"This guy's heart is big enough, Liangzhou, Yongzhou, Bingzhou, Youzhou, and he has also set up a store in Xiangjiangnan, hehe, the layout of the whole country. ”

"I actually bought a beautiful woman in Chang'an, so why don't you want Xi Feng?"

Jiang Ta commented while watching, and the middle-aged scribe interrupted him faintly: "This Liu Han's vision is far-reaching, you look at his layout, in the last auction, he earned one million taels of silver, think about it, with this million silver, these points of his cloth, it only takes a few years, and the income is only above the hundred workshops." ”

Speaking of this, he sighed: "Now it's not as good as before, our stall is getting bigger and bigger, and the expenses are getting bigger and bigger, and we can't make ends meet in the past two years, all of them are eating the old book. ”

"He Dong is not our person?" Jiang Ta asked in surprise, the middle-aged scribe shook his head with a wry smile, Gongzi acted like this, he suggested to Gongzi a long time ago to replace He Dong with Jin Qi, but he was vetoed by Gongzi, and now Jin Yi has an accident, and there is a blank in Luoma Water Village, and if it is not good, it has become a wedding dress for others, and Gongzi is probably also thinking of a remedy now.

"Suihu suggested that the Kuaidao Hall and the Feiyan Hall be destroyed, what do you think?" Jiang Ta suddenly asked.

The middle-aged scribe shook his head and said, "It's not the time yet, the matter of the fallen horse water village has not been resolved, these two are just small gangs, keep them first." ”

"Fengyulou has gained a lot this time, do we have it in Fengyulou. ”

"It's better to do your own thing, don't worry about anything else, this wind and rain building is not a fallen horse water village. The middle-aged scribe interrupted him, and Jiang Ta smiled indifferently, closed the file, put it on the bookcase, turned around and went out.

Childe does things like this, and now the people who know the entire organization are probably only middle-aged scribes and bosses except for Childe himself, but Jiang Ta believes that Childe has worked hard for more than ten years, and his eyes and ears are all over the government and the opposition, and every move of the government and the opposition is under his control.