Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 131 Murderous intent ambush

Jia Cong saw that it was indeed not covered properly, and half of the "precious" character leaked out, and he said sarcastically: "Younger, you have to be kind."

"Bah, I don't care what treasure or treasure you write, but I think you are stupid. If you talk nonsense in the letter, fail to express your intention, and add fuel to the fire carefully, Sister Bao will annoy you even more, and I will not be left behind. Son." Daiyu spat.

Jia Cong hurriedly took out the letter and said, "You are so handsome and smart, please check with me to see if this is appropriate."

Daiyu glanced at it and couldn't help but sneered: "You scoundrel, you took advantage of the world, but you took advantage of yourself, as if you were wronged. Bah, you are really not a good person!"

As he spoke, he tapped Jia Cong's forehead and picked up the pen to correct it for him. Suddenly he thought about how smart Sister Bao was, and she would definitely be able to tell that it was her own wording, but it was self-defeating.

"That's it, that's it. After all, everyone in the world is bad, but you are the good one." Daiyu rolled her eyes at Jia Cong, her expression unflattering.

Jia Cong hurriedly hugged her and sat in his arms, smiling and saying: "Life is like poetry, it needs artistic processing, otherwise it will not be beautiful."

"You are going to die, Qingwen and the others are still here." Daiyu struggled to stand up and cursed.

Qingwen and Qingwen hurriedly pursed their lips and went out. Daiyu blushed and glared at Jia Cong, a bastard who was shameless and liked to use his hands and feet.

Jia Cong coughed twice and said, "Why are you looking for me today?"

Only then did Daiyu remember the purpose of her trip. She shyly handed him the book in her hand and said, "Show me. Is it okay to write like this?"

Jia Cong took a look at the four beautiful fonts on the cover of the book, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". He couldn't help but laugh. When he opened it, he saw that Daiyu had already written the first two chapters.

After reading a few pages, I feel that it is much worse than the original work. To put it simply, I am not very good at telling stories. After all, writing novels and writing poems are two different things. With Daiyu’s experience and writing skills at the age of thirteen or fourteen, she has no experience in writing novels. , how can it be compared with Jin Lao.

"How is it? Is it bad?" Daiyu said uneasily when she saw Jia Cong frowning slightly.

Jia Cong smiled, held Daiyu in his arms again, and sat down. This time she did not struggle, and said: "Zhen'er, these words are originally written for those who have not read the book. They are no more talented than your sisters." Poetry and words intersect, so it is better to keep the text simple and easy to understand.

In addition, since you are writing about wealthy people in the world, how can they speak politely and politely like other gentlemen and young ladies? In addition, these poems and so on are not necessary because no one will read them. "

Daiyu frowned and said, "Wouldn't this seem too vulgar?"

Jia Cong pinched her cheek gently and said with a smile: "Silly girl, are you listening to my story as vulgar?"

Daiyu nodded.

"Does it sound good? Does it sound cute?"

Daiyu nodded again.

"That's right. What people read is the story. As long as the story is good, it doesn't matter whether you are elegant or vulgar. It is not an elegant story in the first place. If you insist on writing it in an elegant way, it will be thankless."

Daiyu suddenly understood, jumped up and said with a smile: "I understand, I will go back and rewrite now."

"Hey, sit down for a while."

"Bah, I won't be fooled. You must be trying to cause trouble again." Daiyu spat.

Jia Cong was helpless and said hurriedly: "Did you ask Mr. Ye to take your pulse? What did he say?"

"Mr. Ye said it's okay. You should eat and drink on time and take your medicine. Don't be depressed or sad. Just walk around more on weekdays." Daiyu didn't look back and let out a string of laughter like silver bells.

Jia Cong felt relieved. Since Ye Tianshi said it was okay, it must be okay.
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  In a small courtyard outside Yangzhou City, seven or eight people were having a secret discussion in the study.

Duan Tianlei, the leader of the Dahe Gang, is wearing a short waistcoat, with two dark arms made of bare steel, and a big golden sword sitting in the middle. He has a tall figure, a leopard head with ringed eyes, and a beard as sharp as a steel needle. He looks like a fierce Zhang Fei in the world, familiar But his people knew that he looked like a reckless man, but in fact he had more eyes than a beard on his face.

"Everyone, is there something wrong with you being so sneaky about looking for me?"

Duan Tianlei looked at the people in front of him who were wearing hoods, only their eyes were exposed, and their whole bodies were tightly hidden. He felt funny in his heart, thinking that if you don't show your face, I can't guess who you are?
  Several people did not speak, but one of them picked up a pen and wrote two words on the paper: Salt Law. After writing, he immediately threw the paper into the brazier at his feet. Duan Tianlei smiled and said: "The Salt Law is a matter of the Yanzheng Yamen, what does it have to do with me? Don't you know that I am a beggar on the river?" These bastards were cautious, and they were afraid that I would hear their voices.

Another person wrote: "Don't tell lies in front of real people. Leader Duan is also the biggest salt owl in Lianghuai."

Duan Tianlei's eyes narrowed slightly, he glanced at a few people, and sneered: "If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go."

One person wrote: "The new salt law is not good for the gang leader, nor is it good for us. It would be better to let it be stillborn."

Duan Tianlei's pupils shrank, his sharp eyes swept over several people, and he said calmly: "What do you mean? Please make it clear."

"A snake cannot survive without a head. If you cut off its head, its method will be defeated."

Duan Tianlei snorted coldly: "You want me to kill officials and rebel? I only want money, but I don't want to bring disaster to myself."

"Only kill officials, don't rebel. With the new law, your financial path will be cut off."

Duan Tianlei's eyes flashed sharply, he pondered for a moment, then sneered: "This is such a serious crime to punish the nine clans, you guys want me to top the tank while you hide behind and enjoy the blessings?"

"We provide money, and the gang leader provides people. Besides, this is not the first time that the gang leader has killed an official."

Duan Tianlei watched the paper turn into ashes in the brazier, chuckled, and said, "How can an ordinary official compare with Mr. Yanyuan? And for such a big thing, you are hiding your head and tail. How can I believe it?"

"I have a family and a room, so I hope the gang leader will forgive me."

"No! Duan never cooperates with people who don't know the details." Duan Tianlei said flatly.

The several masked men looked at each other, hesitating a little. The stakes in this matter were really too important, and if they were not careful, their entire family would be in jeopardy.

Duan Tianlei had some time to take a sip of tea and said with a smile: "You guys asked me to do such a shocking thing, I'm not afraid, but you are so careful? Are you afraid that I will report you? You are too worried, I am the leader of the thieves, The yamen everywhere want to kill him quickly, how can they believe my words?

You are all respectable people, why should you be afraid of me, a water bandit? What's more, if you are making empty talk and denying it, no one can do anything to you. "

Several masked men pondered for a long time, nodded slightly, and slowly took off their hoods.

Duan Tianlei smiled slightly, and as expected, they are all stewards of well-known salt merchants in Yangzhou, and said: "It turns out that the stewards are all old acquaintances, why do you need to be so cautious?"

An old man said: "Can Gang Leader Duan feel relieved now?"

Duan Tianlei nodded and said: "Since we are all sincere and sincere, we can accomplish this important thing together, which can be regarded as a way to vent our anger for our colleagues."

Another person said: "Leader Duan, just give me a price."

Duan Tianlei stretched out five fingers and said, "If we don't have this number, we won't talk about it."

Everyone looked at each other and saw that five million silver was reasonable and said: "Deal."

"You have to pay first."

"Okay." Everyone is not afraid of Duan Tianlei cheating. With the combined energy of their families, if Duan Tianlei dies, he will never survive. As long as he offers a reward of one million, there are many people in the Dahe Gang who are willing to take his place.

Duan Tianlei has long had a desire for revenge. Qianer's confidant helmsman Wei Hu once attacked Jia Cong on the river at night but failed to take a boat. Instead, he was killed and killed more than a dozen brothers, which greatly embarrassed him as the leader of the gang. To save face, now that someone is paying for it, they hit it off.

"Go to the gang and select five hundred brothers who are skilled and not afraid of death. Each of them will receive a thousand settlement allowance. Tell them that if they succeed, I will reward them heavily." Duan Tianlei ordered coldly.

"Yes."

These 500 people only have a mere 50 silver. Regardless of success or failure, they can still make a net profit of 450 million. Duan Tianlei smiled slightly. I never do business at a loss.

(End of this chapter)