Seeing this visitation card, Feng Jue's heart surged with ecstasy.
Ever since he suffered a loss at the hands of Prince Changshou, both he and Huang Song had noticed Prince Changshou's chief strategist, Yang Si.
Yang Si was not well-known. After all, to become an official or a scholar in Dongqing, there was a requirement for one's family background. People like Yang Si naturally belonged to the lower class. Therefore, Prince Changshou recruited him, which was why Yang Si went to him and was put in an important position.
Unfortunately, Prince Changshou was not a wise ruler after all. Yang Si was soon given the cold shoulder.
Feng Jue did not expect Yang Si's visitation card to appear on Huang Song's table. This meant that Yang Si had already left Prince Changshou and was currently without a master. If his lord, Huang Song, could recruit this person, it would be like adding wings to a tiger, and his foundation would be stronger.
Although Diyang District had not experienced war, this small county also had its own 'ecological circle'. The forces between them were complicated. Huang Song had indeed put in a lot of effort to completely control these and become the veritable magistrate of Diyang District.
As soon as the situation stabilized, Feng Jue sent letters to his former classmates and friends. Now, there were already many replies with good news.
Unfortunately, they had not come over yet. There were too few people who could be used in Diyang District. Now that Yang Si had come, and he was a genuine talent, how could Feng Jue not be happy? No one would complain about having too many talents, let alone Yang Si, who was a top-notch talent in a certain field.
Feng Jue calmed himself down and quickly sent someone to invite Huang Song over. On the other hand, he carefully asked the concierge.
"Do you know where the person who sent this visitation card lives?"
Feng Jue glanced at the handwriting on the visitation card. It was well-written and did not seem to have been written by a treacherous person like Yang Si.
He thought about it and reckoned that this visitation card should have been written by Yang Si's boy servant on his behalf.
The concierge glanced at the visitation card and was startled. He looked a little embarrassed and kept dodging Feng Jue's gaze.
Feng Jue frowned and realized that there might be a twist in this. His heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition.
He quickly asked, "Wait, how many days ago was this visitation card sent? Or … did you do something disrespectful to him? "
How could the gatekeeper endure Feng Jue's increasingly imposing manner?
He was so scared that he quickly waved his hands, but he couldn't say anything useful. The more Feng Jue looked, the more he felt that things were getting worse. He slammed his palm on the table, making a thunderous sound that made the gatekeeper's heart tremble. He said, "Tell me the truth, don't hide anything!"
The gatekeeper was so scared that he was trembling all over. Cold sweat flowed down his back in no time, drenching his clothes.
He closed his eyes and accepted his fate. "This, this card was sent here three days ago. I didn't disrespect that person …"
Three days ago?
Feng Jue widened his eyes and stared at the gatekeeper. His heart was burning with anger, and his right hand was clenched into a fist to prevent himself from losing his composure.
"Tell me everything that happened that day in detail, word for word. Otherwise, you know the consequences." Feng Jue suppressed the raging anger in his heart and said to the gatekeeper, "Do you know what a big mistake you've made? I hope I can make up for my mistakes. Otherwise … "
In fact, even if the gatekeeper didn't say it in detail, Feng Jue could guess some of it.
He was just flipping through the visitation card out of boredom. This card was placed at the bottom, but according to Huang Song's serious attitude in dealing with official affairs, it was impossible for him to pile up official duties. The only possibility was that the gatekeeper had made the decision to place this visitation card at the bottom.
The gatekeeper knelt on the ground. When had he ever seen Feng Jue speak so harshly?
In the past, this noble young master had always been gentle and dignified, with a lazy smile on his face. He treated people very well and didn't put on airs.
Now, he suddenly showed his imposing manner as a son of an aristocratic family. The gatekeeper was so frightened that he naturally said whatever he wanted to say.
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Song came in from the outside sleepily. Seeing the gatekeeper kneeling on the ground and trembling like a sieve, Feng Jue was still angry. He said, "Brother Jue, what big mistake did this little gatekeeper make to make you so angry? Don't be angry, I'll settle the score for you. "
Even though Feng Jue was full of anger, in the face of Huang Song's mischievous attitude, he suddenly couldn't get angry.
He threw the visitation card in his hand into Huang Song's arms, pointed to the gatekeeper and said, "Take a look yourself. This wicked servant has ruined a lot of things."
Huang Song was surprised. He had known Feng Jue for so long, and this person had rarely been angry.
Once he was really angry, it was definitely not a small matter.
Thinking of this, Huang Song quickly opened the visitation card. When he saw the name inscribed, his whole face twitched.
The culprit who had once pulled him down from the position of colonel had actually come to send a visitation card?
This feeling was really dreamy.
However, Huang Song immediately realized that this was a good opportunity to recruit talents.
Although he had many useful people under him, most of them were relatively mediocre, and top-notch talents were still scarce. Feng Jue had already written to his classmates and friends, but only a few of them replied affirmatively. Most of the others were taking a wait-and-see attitude.
Of those who were willing to come, which one of them didn't come because of Feng Jue, Huang Song's favor of saving people during the earthquake in Dongqing, and the good reputation he had accumulated during the battle in Chenzhou? Otherwise, based on Huang Song's background alone, why would those nobles pay any attention to him?
It wasn't that they looked down on Huang Song because of his background, it was just that Huang Song wasn't strong enough for people to ignore his background.
Feng Jue's social skills were very strong. He had made a lot of friends when he was studying in the academy, and they maintained correspondence all year round.
Therefore, Feng Jue could bring a group of capable talents to Huang Song.
However, the current Huang Song was still too weak. If he was a little stronger, the number of people he could persuade would at least double.
This Yang Si was the first talent who took the initiative to come to him. It was of great significance.
Huang Song quickly asked the gatekeeper, "Where's the person who sent the visitation card?"
The gatekeeper said with a bitter face, "I only know that they are staying at a guesthouse in the city, but it's been three days. I don't know if they're still there."
Three days had passed?
Huang Song looked at the visitation card in surprise, then looked at the gatekeeper, and then looked at Feng Jue who was still angry …
Well, he could understand why Feng Jue was so angry.
Feng Jue's temper was still good, and he always maintained the reserved demeanor of a son of an aristocratic family. If it were Huang Song, he would have kicked the gatekeeper to vent his anger.
In fact, he did do that, but he controlled the strength of his kick and did not kick the gatekeeper too hard.
"Lead the way!"
Although three days had passed, if they were lucky, the person hadn't left angrily yet.
However, when they rushed to the guesthouse, the news they received was that the person had left the city at daybreak.
"It's only been half a day, we can still catch up!"
Feng Jue resisted the urge to vomit blood. This gatekeeper was really tireless!
Huang Song was also impatient. He took the reins handed to him by a servant, turned around, and got on the horse, ready to give chase.
Feng Jue looked at the back of Huang Song's horse, and he felt like he was about to collapse.
The talent who came to him was actually pushed away just like that?
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