Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

"Master Huang, there is no rush to suppress the bandits."

In the county government office, Han Shizhong was wearing a bright red brocade robe. He casually put his legs on a chair, smoked a cigarette, and said in a muffled voice: "It's not yet dawn, and there are only a few soldiers in the government office. Go It’s just a matter of death, so why bother?”

Huang Silang, who was wearing a white hat, smiled. He sat opposite Han Shizhong, sitting upright and meticulous. He knocked on the table and said, "County Magistrate Han, you are not honest."

"Authentic? How can I be authentic?"

Han Shizhong slapped the table, held a cigarette in his hand, and said loudly: "Your Wu Zhuangyuan, that is a hero who is upright and upright! He is the Wu Zhuangyuan awarded by our Emperor Ming Dynasty! He was all lost in the hands of those gangsters. Mr. Huang, do you think my servants are also the number one scholars in martial arts who you, Mr. Huang, give you ten thousand taels of silver every year?”

"Two hundred thousand."

Gritting his teeth, Huang Silang said fiercely: "Two hundred thousand, to suppress the bandits."

"My sons are not worth these two hundred thousand, and there is no need for me to accept these two hundred thousand, let alone waste my brothers' lives for two hundred thousand."

Han Shizhong sneered.

"Four hundred thousand taels, I don't ask you to catch them all. I just want you to block them in the warehouse so that you can take the stolen goods alone."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Han Shizhong immediately sat up straight and asked, "Who is it?"

"bandit."

"What is the stolen goods?"

"storehouse."

As soon as Huang Silang said these two words, Han Shizhong burst into laughter. He shook his head, stretched out his hand, pointed at the bricks of the county government office, and said in confusion:
"Then how can a warehouse be stolen goods? Isn't a warehouse just a warehouse? A house, hundreds of thousands of bricks, and a pile of broken boards. How can these things be stolen goods?"

In the dim county government office, Han Shizhong's hand holding a cigarette radiated a faint light, which was a bit of luster on the cigarette end. He stretched out his hand, tapped Huang Silang's chest, and said word by word:

"Old Huang, you are dishonest."

"Han Shizhong!"

Slapping the table, Huang Silang said angrily: "Don't you know what's good and what's good? Six hundred thousand, go and suppress the bandits for me!"

"can not go."

Han Shizhong leaned back and said casually: "Without the stolen goods, we can't go."

"You don't care if there are gangsters?!"

"What gangster?"

Han Shizhong was a little surprised, "There is a warehouse filled with a lot of salted fish, there are no stolen goods, and there are no witnesses. You said that Wu Zhuangyuan was melted by a small Qi ball. I also said that it was because you drank too much and had hallucinations." . You always say there are gangsters, what are they going for? There must be an explanation."

"you···"

Huang Silang laughed angrily. He finally understood that Han Shizhong today was determined to fight him to the end. He pointed at Han Shizhong and said bluntly:

"Han Shizhong, you have been the prince's dog for several years, why do you think you are the prince? You are just a dog, a dog led by the owner. It is the people behind us who should talk and talk, not you !”

"You mean, I'm a dog."

Stretching out his thumb and pointing at himself, Han Shizhong had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"if not?"

Huang Silang did not back down and sneered: "The number of ropes the prince tied on your head will be the amount of money your family has. Do you think you are qualified to participate in this matter?" "Oh..."

Han Shizhong looked suddenly enlightened, nodded, and said, "So that's it, I'm a dog."

"Then when you negotiate with me, are you asking for a dog?"

Han Shizhong glanced at Huang Silang, and the smile on his face grew stronger, "A dog relies on the power of others, and you must be able to borrow the power of others. Huang Laogou, do you think you still have the power you have in Anshan now?"

"Han Shizhong, don't be so shameless!"

Huang Silang was already very angry at this time, but he still maintained a sufficient demeanor, "For the people behind me, your prince must be courteous when he sees him. There is no way he can't do what he wants to do. Han Shizhong, eighth One hundred thousand, help me suppress the bandits!”

"Okay, feel free!"

Under Huang Silang's astonished gaze, Han Shizhong slammed the table and said loudly: "Mr. Huang is so heroic and wealthy, and a mere 800,000 taels is just the tip of a feather on a nine-ox cow. Now that the 800,000 taels have arrived, I will go to the warehouse to suppress the bandits immediately!”

"Ah."

Huang Silang immediately understood what Han Shizhong meant. The other party believed that he did not have 800,000 taels, or in other words, the other party strangled him to death and had no way to leave the city and no lifeline for flowing money. but···

"Eight hundred thousand taels."

Putting a piece of paper in front of Han Shizhong, Huang Silang smiled like a fox.

"Here, get it."

What was placed in front of Han Shizhong was a Ming Dynasty treasure note. But the problem is that no one in this world is qualified to print an 800,000 tael Ming Dynasty treasure note.

Apart from···
Zhu Gaochi.

Han Shizhong smiled when he saw the name written in ink on the Ming Dynasty treasure banknote, full of dragon and tiger spirit.

"Get out of the city and suppress the bandits!"

After leaving the county government office, Huang Silang glanced at Hu Wan, who was kneeling under the drum of grievances, with a bruised nose and swollen face, unable to stand up at all. After a glance, Huang Silang left the county government office without paying any attention to him.

Idiot, I can yell in front of Han Shizhong, what qualifications do you have?
Kneel down, have some memory.

In this way, under the leadership of the county magistrate, a group of bandit suppression teams suddenly appeared in the county government office, following Huang Silang's carriage and marching toward the dock in a mighty manner. The people in Anshan who were forging iron and mining on the road did not raise their heads. After all, this was not the first time this happened.

The gangsters in Anshan are so courageous that they even dare to rob Mr. Huang's goods. This is normal.

A large number of people soon arrived at Huang Xuanfeng Wharf. In front of the inconspicuous warehouse, the county magistrate was riding a black-headed horse with a cigarette in his mouth and squinting at the door of the warehouse.

"Mr. Huang, are you in this warehouse?"

After taking a look at the talisman in his hand, Huang Silang sneered and said, "Yes, the gangster is in this warehouse."

The fact that the talisman is not broken proves that the lock of the door has not been opened. They must still be searching for evidence of my crime inside if they are unwilling to do so. The six steel doors were impregnable. Even if they used all their strength, they would never be able to open the six steel doors.

Han Shizhong nodded noncommittally, got off his horse, held a long knife, and personally led a group of government servants into the warehouse. Huang Silang hurriedly followed, and then he saw the damaged trap door.

Oh, it's true.

Huang Silang sneered in his heart, he knew that these people were here to take advantage of his zombie slave. The trap door will definitely be easy to open, but the door behind the door may not be...
About a minute later, Huang Silang stared blankly at the six completely damaged steel doors, as well as the talisman that was not damaged at all and was still running "if the lock is picked, it will sound an alarm", his mind went blank, and then, He saw a line of large characters on the ground.

[Huang Shilang, your steel door is a bit loose] (End of this chapter)