Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2314 begging for mercy (three more)
This was Yang Ruoqing's first time back in prison.

A few years ago, in the twelfth lunar month, his father Yang Huazhong was arrested in the county government jail because of the tofu incident.

That time, she ran around in a hurry, and there was no chance of going to jail at that time.

It was when the old man was taken out of the prison later, she was waiting at the gate of the county government prison.

But this time, she walked into the prison in person, but it wasn't because she did something illegal and disciplined that she would be sent to jail.

She is a conscientious businessman.

The person who came to the prison was a visitor, and the person in prison was Dayao.

Her most trusted confidant, her right-hand man in developing the capital's perfume market.

After spending some money to set up the prison, Mu Zichuan waited for her at the entrance, and she went inside alone.

In the dark and damp prison, Yang Ruoqing looked indifferently at Dayao who was being imprisoned inside through a wooden fence.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, there is no way to hell, you step in, Uncle Yao, isn't this feeling of betrayal good?" She asked with a sneer.

Dayao was originally curled up in the haystack in the corner, with his arms around his shoulders, shivering from the cold.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's voice, he opened his eyes, like a drowning person encountering a floating board passing by.

"My boss, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

He crawled to the side of the wooden fence, and stretched out his hands from the gap in the wooden fence, trying to grab Yang Ruoqing's clothes.

Yang Ruoqing took a step back, not giving him a chance to touch the hem of her clothes.

"My boss, please, for the sake of my hard work in helping you manage the business for the past two years, please forgive me this time?"

Dayao cried until tears and snot flowed down his nose, holding on to the wooden fence with both hands.

"I was wrong, I was really wrong, I shouldn't have succumbed to Han Ruyi, looking for someone to set the rhythm, cheating on our own perfume..." he cried.

Yang Ruoqing sneered.

"So far, you are still sophistry?" she asked.

"Master Mu has led people to search out your black workshop, and the guys have confessed that the black master behind the scenes is you, Dayao."

"You old dog, I trust you so much in vain, you can pocket your own money, and stab me in the back?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

During this period of time, Luo Fengtang went out early and returned late every day. In fact, he was looking for clues with Wan Qingchun and Zhang Liangyu, secretly tracking and investigating everyone who had contacts with Dayao.

The black workshop twenty miles west of the capital was already in their sights.

Luo Fengtang has sneaked into the black workshop privately, and found out that it is really a secret perfume making and processing place.

"You stole the perfume formula that I hid in the wall behind the bed on the second floor. Do you think that if you copy a copy and put the original back in the wooden box and put the bricks back in, I won't be able to see that I've been passive?" Yang Ruoqing then questioned Dayao.

"Haha, then you are too naive." She said.

"The first day I got here, I knew the formula had been tampered with."

"If my guess is correct, your workshop is made of perfume according to my formula, right?"

"Unfortunately, that recipe list itself is a fake. I deliberately added some things in it to prevent theft."

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it. I really caught an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf. Pooh!"

Speaking of anger, Yang Ruoqing raised her foot and kicked Dayao's hand holding the wooden fence fiercely.

Dayao screamed, let go of the wooden fence, and fell back on the ground.

But he quickly got up, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Yang Ruoqing, begging for mercy.

"I'm obsessed with ghosts, I'm ungrateful, I beg my boss, give me another chance, a way to survive..."

"I have an 80-year-old mother on the top and a crying child on the bottom. If it weren't for the pressure of life, I wouldn't dare to take the risk and do such an ungrateful and immoral thing! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

There is a saying that men don't flick their tears easily, just because they haven't reached the place where they are sad.

But at this moment, seeing Dayao's tears, Yang Ruoqing thought they were crocodile tears.

No sympathy at all.

"Come on, don't cry poor like me." Yang Ruoqing said,
"The salary I give you every month is a medium to high standard in the capital."

"You alone can support a family of six without worrying about food and clothing. This is not counted as a red envelope during the festival."

"The reason why you are so downcast is because you are addicted to gambling."

"You lost all your money, and then you started playing with the books in the shop, embezzling the public funds in the shop to pay off your gambling debts."

"Because you were afraid that I would discover this shortfall, you took the perfume in the warehouse and sold it privately, and the money from the private sale was used to plug the loophole."

"The warehouse is out of stock. You are in a hurry. At this time, you just happened to find the perfume formula I hid in the house."

"So, you came up with the idea of ​​making your own perfume."

"I have simplified the ingredients of the perfume on the fake formula, so the cost is not very high, you can afford it."

"You thought it was a good cycle, and it would be invisible, but you never expected that my simplified perfume formula would go wrong after using it. This is called paper can't wrap fire, your scandal It's all exposed!"

Yang Ruoqing pointed to Dayao's nose, shaking out all his calculations word by word.

Every time he said something, Dayao got down on the ground for a few minutes.

When her last words fell, Dayao felt embarrassment and guilt that could not be hidden.

"Miss my boss, I'm sorry for you, I was deceived by lard, and I didn't control my hand, I always wanted to gamble..." He cried.

Then, he raised his hand to shine on his face, and slapped him hard several times.

"Damn me, damn me..." He cursed himself fiercely, but Yang Ruoqing didn't stop, and his slaps kept slapping her face non-stop.

Yang Ruoqing looked indifferently at Dayao who was slapping his hands, and said, "If I knew today, why bother?"

"Everyone has to pay for their own mistakes. You should bear everything today. I will not pity you!"

"I won't go to trouble your wife and children for the damage you caused to my shop, but you should stay in prison for the next few years!"

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing turned around and left.

Dayao came to his senses and panicked.

He doesn't want to go to jail, he's going to collapse after staying in this damn place for a day, not to mention how many years?

That is worse than death!

"Master's girl! My host's girl..."

His screams were thrown by Yang Ruoqing into the long corridor behind him.

Hitting, reverberating, echoing on the cold stone walls of the cell.

She walked out of the cell without looking back, and went outside. When the fresh air and sunlight enveloped her, she felt as if she had returned to heaven from hell.

(End of this chapter)