Today is a rest day, and the officials do not need to go to work, and the same is true of the newly promoted deputy steward of the Inquisition, Vincent, who has just taken up this position, but he has adapted quite quickly, and he took advantage of this rest day to directly bring some of his subordinates out for dinner.

Vincent chose a luxurious aristocratic restaurant, and he was extremely heroic at this time, so he directly took out a hundred silver moons and invited everyone to come here for a banquet.

This amount of money is difficult for ordinary people to bear, but for Wen Sen, who was rewarded by Ye Lingchen, it is only one thousandth.

At the wine table, the subordinates behaved respectfully in the face of the newly promoted and generous Vincent.

A small official took the initiative to fill his wine glass, saluted Vincent, and flattered him: "Lord Vincent's new official has taken office, and I will toast you next." ”

Vincent's words and deeds are a good interpretation of what it means to be a villain, when he was a civilian, he had to speak in a low voice when he met these little officials, for fear of upsetting the official.

Now that he is promoted and has status, he behaves very arrogantly in the face of those who were above him in the past, and deliberately says in a lazy tone: "Only one drink? Looks like I don't have much face with you. ”

The little official's eyes fluttered, and he hurriedly drank all the wine in the cup, and then drank it again and again, and drank it again and again, and drank three glasses in a row, and then he smiled and said: "My lord, if you are clumsy, you will be punished with three glasses of wine." ”

Vincent crossed Erlang's legs and said casually: "It's not like this, the two of us are also old acquaintances, I vaguely remember that back then, I had a dispute with the vegetable seller in the market, and there was a problem with his scale, I obviously only bought half a catty, but he weighed it out but it was a catty." ”

"I couldn't get angry and took him to the Inquisition, and you were the one in charge of the work at that time. It would be really tiring, the table was so low, there wasn't even a guest chair, I had to squat and talk to you the whole time, you leaned back on the chair and drank tea, I bent over outside, and a complaint was written for more than half an hour, tsk..."

The past was mentioned like this, and the little official was suddenly embarrassed that his face was red and white, and at the same time he scolded in his heart, this Vincent is really a dog, when he was a civilian before, he was as humble as a dog, all kinds of adversity and obedience, and he didn't dare to let a fart go.

Now it's a good thing, and the judge is Lord Motai, who has become a deputy steward in the storage office, and he is angry.

To be honest, the storage office is not the real department of the court, not to mention that Vincent is only a deputy steward, not a main position, so what is there to worry about.

But there is no way, no matter how someone is an official, the official is crushed to death, and whether these small officials who belong to the storage office will mix well in the future, it all depends on Vincent's face.

The little official has been in the inquisition for so long, and he can be regarded as an old fritter, hiding those grievances in his heart, deliberately knocking his head, and smiling flamboyantly: "Lord Vincent has taught the right lesson, what is this called?" It's called a dog looking down on people! You must take me as a warning! ”

The little officials have buttoned their own hats, and Vincent is not good at saying anything more, he can be regarded as turning the page of this matter, he poured a full wine and saluted everyone, and said slowly: "Okay, the past is over, now everyone is a colleague, don't worry about the past." From today onwards, we will all stop intriguing, serve the Lord wholeheartedly, and work together for Lord Motai! ”

After everyone clinked glasses with each other, the atmosphere on the wine table was also lively, everyone went back and forth with a glass of wine and a glass of wine, drunk and hazy, and one by one began to hook their shoulders and back, calling them brothers.

At this time, two guests sat down outside the door, and one of them sighed: "It's scary, that girl actually jumped from such a high place and fell beyond recognition, hey..."

The other shook his head and sighed: "It's so pitiful, such a good girl died like this... If you want me to say, it's all her fiancé to blame for this, and that one named Vincent is really not a thing. ”

Although Vincent was a little drunk, he could still hear the scolding clearly, and now that his subordinates were beside him, he only felt that his face was dull, and he scolded the two: "Who is not a thing to scold?!" ”

The two looked over and asked inexplicably, "We scolded Vincent, what does it matter to you?" ”

"Lao Tzu is Vincent!" Vincent's mouth was full of wine, and he pointed at them, "I'm Lord Motai's people, what are you who dare to point fingers at me?" ”

The two guests laughed, the expressions on their faces became cold, and they stood up and looked at Vincent condescendingly, with a cold voice: "Who do you think you are talking to?" ”

When Vincent saw the Trojan family badge on the shoulders of the two, he was so frightened that he woke up.

Vincent is promoted, yes, but some concepts in his subconscious have not changed, he thought that he was a superior person by spending hundreds of silver moons to eat in this aristocratic restaurant, but he completely forgot that how many people who ate here with him had a lower status than him?

In an ordinary tavern, his status is indeed superior, but in such a place where nobles gather, a petty official like him is just an ant who barely climbs the nobles.

In the face of the Trojan royal nobles, Vincent had long lost his previous arrogant appearance, and said with his chin bowed and his eyebrows trembling: "Two adults, there are no eyes and no beads below... Please don't care, adults..."

The royal nobles didn't give face at all, and directly poured a glass of wine on Vincent's face, and said coldly: "Get out, unplanted waste, don't pour my appetite here." ”

Vincent resignedly, glanced distressedly at the meals on the table that had been paid for but had not yet been eaten, and fled with the little officials.

When they walked out of the restaurant, the officials were embarrassed on the surface, but in fact, they were happy in their hearts, and watching Vincent being slapped in the face was more enjoyable than they pretended to be forced by themselves.

Vincent looked resentful, glanced back at the aristocratic restaurant, and secretly swore in his heart: Wait! Even if you insult me now, wait for me to continue to rise in the future, so that you can't climb high, and then see who looks down on whom!

The weather is not very good today, it is raining heavily, and Vincent and the others have no umbrellas, so they can only wait for the rain to stop under the eaves in front of the restaurant.

At this moment, a little doorman ran over from the rain curtain, shook off the water droplets on the umbrella, and muttered, "Hell, a man is coming towards us, carrying a large black knife in his hand and a coffin on his shoulder." ”

Coffin? Vincent suddenly felt inexplicable, and the funeral home was not here, why did someone come with a coffin?

Heavy footsteps sounded from far and near, vague black shadows slowly emerged in the rain curtain, the cold light refracted by the big sword in the dark night pierced people's eyes, and the coffin on the shoulder exuded a strong smell of death, as if the mourners were looking for the body.

At first, Vincent still had the mentality of watching the excitement, wanting to see what this eccentric man was going to do, but when he saw the other party's appearance clearly, his smile suddenly froze on his face...