Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 373 Jinling Monster
It's a bit funny to say that Xia Lin has become a factory manager, but this is his first time to Beijing. He has passed through Gyeonggi Province several times but ultimately failed to enter the capital.

But today, when he set foot on this land, he was actually somewhat disappointed. The capital city was not as prosperous as he had imagined. It might be a little larger in area and more densely populated, but compared with his base, everything seemed very old.

This feeling is like what Xia Lin felt when he first went to New York. It cannot be said to be not prosperous, but that old feeling is overwhelming, which is completely different from the world he imagined.

Of course, Jinling is still very beautiful. It is the place where most people pursue their dreams and it is also the place where dreams can be most easily realized. Some people seek wealth here, some seek fame here, and some pray for a path to promotion here.

Anyway, everything is possible in this place. After all, for many people, being the dog of a noble is enough to show off.

Because it was a secret operation, Xia Lin did not even inform Lao Zhang after getting off the boat, but went directly to the yamen of the Procuratorate. The interesting thing was that no one recognized him when he went there.

"You can just enter this place whenever you want? Why don't you go and find out whose territory this place belongs to?"

Xia Lin was neither anxious nor angry at the little guy guarding the door. He just stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the arrogant face: "Then tell me whose territory this is?"

"I'll scare you to death if I tell you this. The chief officer of my place is no ordinary person. He hasn't arrived yet. Even if a first- or second-rank official from the court comes, he can't enter or leave."

"Oh? Such a big shop, do you recognize your chief officer?"

"You'll recognize me now, right? Go, go, go walk around. This Jinling City is not a place for you northerners to hang out. I see you're from another place, so I won't make things difficult for you. If it were someone else, you'd definitely get beaten up today."

At this moment, Xiao Luo stepped forward and whispered, "Sir, for such a lunatic, why not let your subordinates beat him up?"

"What did he do wrong?"

Xia Lin's rhetorical question made the man speechless. After a while, Xia Lin walked up and patted the young gatekeeper on the shoulder: "Go, call the adjutant here to come out."

As he said that, he threw a token over. The young gatekeeper didn't even recognize it. He fiddled with it for a while and then walked in. Not long after, he heard a clattering sound of footsteps coming from inside, as if a group of ducks were running towards him in a disorderly manner.

Then a middle-aged man with a round face rushed out, covering his head with his hat. Xia Lin knew this man. He was Tian En's godson, and he turned out to be a eunuch in charge of ceremonies.

"Oh, oh, oh, my dear uncle."

The eunuch in charge of ceremonies had a sad face. When he saw Xia Lin, he turned around and slapped the young gatekeeper hard in the face, making him dizzy and spinning around on the spot for several times.

"This little beast is ignorant. Lord Xia, please don't blame me."

"No problem." Xia Lin pointed at the threshold: "Can I enter this door now?"

"What are you talking about? Someone come and step over Shangguan's feet!"

As he spoke, several young men who looked like eunuchs came over and lay down beside the door frame. Xia Lingang looked at them with squinted eyes and a frosty face: "Get up."

"Get up, get up!"

Xia Lin waited until the young eunuchs stood up before he stepped in. He walked quickly inside, and the heels behind him were bouncing up and down in order to keep up with his pace.

"I am here on the orders of the Emperor. First, I want to share your worries. Second, I want to reorganize the Office of Investigation. You must change your old ways. I want people who can do things, not obedient dogs. Do you understand?"

"Here..."

"Immediately bring over the entire list of the Investigation Department, and analyze the forces behind each person. If you make a mistake in any one of them, I will cut a piece of flesh off your body. Do you understand?"

"Here..."

"Go quickly!"

Xia Lin's voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty and authority. Although the eunuch in charge of ceremonies had seen the world, he had rarely seen someone so decisive and swift. At the time, he was a little overwhelmed and went to work in a hurry.

"Luo Shixin."

"My subordinate is here."

"Choose some good men and seal up the government office. From today on, no one is allowed to enter but no one is allowed to leave. Send someone to inform His Majesty that Xia Lin has secretly entered the capital to perform his duties. Please be patient. Also tell His Highness not to promote or appoint anyone during these days. Everything must be done quickly. No news can leak out. Go!"

"Order!"

"Cao Shiqing."

"I'm here..." This Cao Shiqing was actually a young disciple of Tian En. Xia Lin had met him once several years ago, but Xia Lin had a photographic memory, so he discovered that he was here too this time.

"You must immediately go to the palace and tell Tian En to transfer two hundred secret agents from the imperial city to me. Do it quickly and steadily. Go!"

"Slave, go right away."

Then Xia Lin looked around and said, "Liu Wubing, come forward."

"I'm here." "Take thirty people with you and start collecting information about Bao'en Temple in the market from now on, regardless of whether it's true or false. Only good or bad. And I don't want the good, only the bad. If there's no bad, then make some up."

"There are too many of them."

"There are too many, why don't you go quickly! Are you waiting for your grandma to wipe your butt?"

"I obey your order..."

When Xia Lin walked to his office, all the work arrangements had already been fully explained, and it was not until then that Gongsun Hongyuan, who had been following him, suddenly reacted.

"You... oh!!! You!!!"

"What are you?"

"So you are the bad envoy. The brothers trust you so much..."

"Don't talk nonsense to me." Xia Lin pushed her head aside and said, "Just ask if your brothers are doing well."

"That's good..."

Gongsun Hongyuan stopped talking, and her not-so-bright mind probably understood the problem. Those brothers probably already knew the identity of this guy, and she was the only one who was kept in the dark...

"Okay, stop talking. I have a lot of things to do right now. You are both my bodyguard and my concubine. Just stay by my side."

"Oh……"

Xia Lin's efficiency is beyond words. He only took one afternoon to sort out all the connections between the characters in the new department. It cannot be said that the composition is bad. Anyway, all the complicated ones were transferred to the periphery, while those simple ones without any background were moved to the core.

Then the two hundred best men from Tian En's side also arrived. Everyone tacitly agreed not to have any contact. Once the information and resources were there, it meant they had tacitly agreed to start working.

What is the point of some things? Cut the Gordian knot.

The questions about the Da Baoen Temple are being collected. According to Xia Lin's estimate, it will take about five to seven days. In that case, let them have a few more days of happiness.

On the third day after arriving in Jinling, Xia Lin had completely sorted out the matters at hand and reported the entire work plan to Emperor Hong Bao and the Crown Prince.

At this moment, the father and son were checking accounts in the imperial garden, with Prince Teng sitting next to them.

"Jiu'er, cough... cough cough..." Emperor Hongbao coughed and looked up at the prince: "Your son-in-law is too powerful. I'm afraid you won't be able to control him in the future."

The prince tilted his head and looked at his brother: "Do you think I can suppress it now? You said it was a demon star. I am an average person, so I can't suppress it. It still depends on Jing'er."

The prince pointed at himself and said, "Ah? Me?"

"If not you, who else could it be?" Emperor Hongbao put down Xia Lin's work plan: "The ability of a minister is your ability. You must not be jealous of others' talents, otherwise you will have a hard time."

The prince remained silent, and Emperor Hongbao was actually a little hunched over at this moment: "Old Nine, Jing'er, I don't have much time left. You two must find a way to stabilize the court. Jing'er, especially you, you need to be clear-headed and not arrogant when you hold power. Even if the Great Wei cannot be revived in your hands, don't let it be destroyed in your hands."

Obviously the father understood his son, as he repeatedly warned him. But to be honest, how many sons in the world could actually listen to him?

Anyway, Emperor Hongbao's words passed through the prince's mind and then disappeared, and he didn't take them seriously.

Emperor Hongbao didn't know what his son was thinking. He just took Xia Lin's plan and chuckled, "Three days. It's only been three days since he got off the boat. In three days, he can reorganize the two shabby government offices and even think of the next ten moves. Lao Jiu, you love playing chess, can you beat him?"

"I'm sick and I play chess with him."

Emperor Hongbao laughed heartily, then raised his head and said, "If I were an old man like me, it would be great if I could be forty years younger. If I had the help of such ministers when I was young, I could have been given a posthumous title of Shengwu, hahahaha..."

His laughter was somewhat helpless, and Prince Teng felt uncomfortable listening to it, so he changed the subject: "I don't know what my rebellious son will do in the next few days."

"Don't you know him yet? When he has nothing to do, he goes to the brothels to listen to music."

As expected, the prince knew Xia Lin far less than Emperor Hongbao. Xia Lin strolled around during the days he was waiting for news. Anyway, very few people in the capital knew him, and he didn't wear official uniform. He strolled around and spent money from the inner treasury. He called it official evidence collection, but in fact he was just listening to music in a brothel.

However, having seen so many courtesans, he could not stomach such a frail appearance. Most of the time he was eating and drinking in there, acting like a dandy young man, which made people think that he was probably the second generation of some wealthy businessman from outside the province.

After all, there are a lot of nouveau riche these days.

"Back then, I heard that a genius had appeared in Yangzhou. He was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his poetic talent was unrivaled. He left behind a half sentence of poetry, but no one has been able to continue it. Most of them are just clichés. If you are interested, you can give it a try."

Xia Lin was having dinner at a restaurant that day. There was a gathering of students nearby. Hearing this, he curiously leaned over and saw that the person was holding out the half-line of the poem that he had not finished copying back then...

(End of this chapter)