Stepping on the moonlight, Hu Shouxin hurriedly left home.
After parting ways with Sun Lang and the others in the afternoon, he returned home and had dinner with his family. But the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong … Although the farce in the afternoon had been completely turned into a farce by that brat Sun Lang, the outstanding skills and certain characteristics of Young Master Wuhen and the others had still left a deep impression on him.
There were some things that Sun Lang would not think about, or rather, was unwilling to think about, but Hu Shouxin would.
Sun Lang had no interest in the state of the empire or the current situation of the imperial court. But as one of the main figures of the Tianyuan Martial Merits, although Hu Shouxin had retired and returned to Mingzhou City to be a ranger, his brand of the Tianyuan Martial Merits could never be erased. For various reasons — voluntary or not — every month, a large number of letters would be sent to him, giving him an overall grasp and understanding of the current situation.
The current situation … was very delicate.
After the end of the war, the four seas were at peace. When the powerful external pressure disappeared without a trace, the internal conflicts that had been suppressed during the war were exposed … The battle for the crown prince was the first to bear the brunt.
Although the current emperor was strong and energetic, he was after all old. In the past two years, he had also revealed that he wanted to establish a crown prince. Because of this, the imperial capital was surging like a storm … Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the old emperor's actions were clearly aimed at the Tianyuan Martial Merits.
These nobles who had made great contributions on the battlefield were the invincible sharp blades in the hands of the emperor during the war. However, after the war, they had become blades that might hurt their masters. Especially the Martial Merits of Tianyuan who had come back from the battlefield had a natural sense of closeness. They formed their own faction in the imperial court and cooperated with each other. Obviously, they had become an eyesore to the emperor.
Therefore, the emperor had let out word that he wanted to establish a crown prince … As soon as this was said, the several strong competitors for the throne naturally began to move. The Tianyuan Martial Merits, who had always been above the imperial court and had strong strength, became the target of these princes and princesses to win over.
Because of various reasons such as their standpoint, family, and personal preferences, the heroes of the Tianyuan Martial Merits would never recognize the same prince at the same time. The day they began to express their standpoint was the day the heroes of the Tianyuan Martial Merits began to split …
This was something that anyone with a little knowledge in the imperial court could see. How could the wise men of the Tianyuan Martial Merits not know?
However, this was His Majesty's overt plot.
It's a pity that the Tianyuan Martial Merit is also divided. Nobody is willing to submit to anyone. If Sun Lang were still here, he might be able to suppress a few marshals and pillars of the country and become the leader that everyone is convinced of … Alas, there are no ifs. Moreover, if he could make the entire Tianyuan Martial Merit follow his lead, the emperor would not tolerate him. How could he have such ability?
This thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before it was thrown to the back of his mind. Hu Shouxin was currently paying attention to Young Master Wu Hen's group of martial artists.
The situation was tense and subtle. These people that suddenly appeared in Ming Zhou looked exceptionally suspicious. This was not Big Stick Hu being paranoid, but the situation was as it was. It was just yesterday that he received a letter saying that the preliminary investigation of Marquis Jingan fu had results.
The backing of the Marquis Manor in the past might have been a strong competitor of a certain crown prince …
Therefore, if this prince knew that there was an accident with the Magic Weapon, he would definitely do everything in his power to cover up this matter … Perhaps those mysterious people had come to visit in secret!
No, I must go and take a look …
Fortunately, after they parted during the day, he secretly followed them for a while and knew where Young Miss Zhao had placed those people. Tonight, he would secretly go take a look and investigate …
Suddenly, his expression changed. Figures flickered in front of him and several people ran towards him. Hu Shouxin's memory was very good. He frowned and said, "You guys … are that stinky tofu seller Zhang Jianyuan's subordinates?
I've seen you before. "
Their boss had been caught, how could those lackeys be in the mood to reminisce?
They didn't even look at who was in front of them and said, "Get out of the way, don't block … you?
You are … Leader Hu! "
First of all, we need to make one thing clear … Zhang Jianyuan was currently taking large strides in the direction of a black-hearted capitalist.
In other words, he already possessed some of the basic characteristics of a mature capitalist.
They had rich facial expressions, powerful language skills, and a skill that came with it — Physical Speech.
Although he didn't know the intention of these two uninvited guests, Chairman Zhang still imagined the cause and effect of this matter with the limitations of the bourgeoisie … The business of stinky tofu was getting more and more prosperous day by day, and of course, it was blocking some people's way of making money. Those despicable people were never willing to confront others openly, but chose to use underhanded tricks to attack their competitors.
Just like these two guys … they were most likely hired by someone to make things difficult for him.
Zhang Jianyuan made up his mind and began to think of a way to get out of this predicament … I don't know if they can bring the news to the Immortal Fishing House. I can't expect Hero Sun to come and save me, right? Sigh, I'll give Hero Sun some shares later, or ask him to introduce some experts to me as bodyguards.
But now, I'll try to use my own ability to escape from danger. Hero Sun said that black-hearted capitalists have a terrifying power that is hard to defeat in the secular world … That is the legendary dirty capital.
Swordsman Sun said that a black-hearted capitalist who was quite mature in using dirty capital could even use it to force a righteous, upright, and loyal writer to write some unhealthy things with tears in his eyes. Although he didn't know what he meant by that, black-hearted capitalists were really amazing …
Zhang Jianyuan pondered for a moment, and then said something that was usually said by someone who was about to die, a very classic and useless sentence, "Who hired the two of you?
I can pay double the price … "
The Old Boxer snorted quietly, took the dagger from Zhang Jianyuan's hand, and waved it twice, "Don't think too much, just stand there and don't move …"
The cold dagger swept past, and three thousand strands of worry rustled down. Zhang Jianyuan squinted at the old man's shiny bald head, thinking that this bald guy was probably shaving a ladle for me … Speaking of which, he was close enough to smell. Why did he smell like feces?
Was he a monk in a temple who was responsible for carrying feces?
What did he want to do?
Did he want me to go to the temple to carry feces for him?
The Old Boxer shaved Zhang Jianyuan's head with a cold face, thinking that this person also smelled like feces.
Could it be that he had also been schemed against by that ferocious woman?
Ah, most probably not … How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
After a while, Zhang Jianyuan broke the silence. As a modern enterprise that had just entered the development stage, the thirst for talents would never stop. Since the other party was a monk who carried feces, he shouldn't be too resistant to stinky tofu since he smelled that smell every day. In this case … he said faintly, "Friend, have you heard of stinky tofu?"
Mr. Chi frowned, shaved off the last bit of hair, and said coldly, "I haven't heard of it … According to what you said before, you sell this so-called stinky tofu?
Is this the reason why you smell like feces? "
Zhang Jianyuan heard this and said angrily, "This is not the smell of feces!
It's the smell of stinky tofu!
Fragrance!
You're the one who's filled with the smell of shit!
Why did you shave my head bald? "
The Old Boxer twirled the dagger in his hand, the edge of the blade reflecting the cold moonlight. He said Senran, "What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing."
For a black-hearted capitalist, being shameless, being flexible, and adapting to circumstances were the most basic skills. Zhang Jianyuan rubbed his head. Although he lamented that he had become bald, he still laughed against his will. "You shaved well, shaved well. Someone I admire once said that going bald is a shortcut to becoming strong. It's good to be bald, it's good to be bald …"
Young Master Ruthless glanced at Zhang Jianyuan's bald head and nodded. "Almost there, almost there. With a bit of concealment, there shouldn't be any problems with your appearance and body shape. Then, there's that …"
The Old Boxer nodded with a complicated expression. "Mm, then there's … that."