Lin Miaobi walked out of the Xiao House and touched the gold ingot in her pocket. She had the idea of going to gamble and drink a few cups of wine.
He was a person who liked gambling, drinking, and bragging. When he had money, he couldn't help spending it, and he wouldn't stop until he had spent it all.
Because of this problem, although he was talented, he was always rejected by his colleagues and could only associate with some bad friends.
And the more it was like this, the faster he spent the money.
With this idea, he paced back and forth for a few steps, and couldn't help but say to himself, "Just two drinks, no, three drinks, just three drinks. I'm alone, and I won't make any mistakes."
After convincing himself within a breath's time, he excitedly rushed to the west side of the city.
In fact, the wine shops and night markets in the northwest of the city were the most prosperous. Businessmen, tycoons, and some officials liked to go there, but the price was also high, and many people knew him. If Xiao Qingshu knew that he didn't do business but went there to drink, it would be bad.
But his wish to avoid acquaintances obviously failed. When he arrived, a voice said, "Isn't this Lin Miaobi?"
Lin Miaobi quivered and turned his head. He saw a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a folding fan in his hand and looking a little frivolous. He relaxed at once, cupped his hands and said, "Oh, it's Wang Shaolang."
Wang Bo just came out to the night market today, and he was happy to meet a friend. He suggested, "Lin Miaobi, it's rare to see you here. Why don't we have a drink?"
Lin Miaobi couldn't help but say, "Okay." He stretched out three fingers, "Three drinks, three drinks!"
The two found a tavern called "Drunken Crane". They went inside and asked for a private room. Then, they began to drink and talk about all kinds of things. Although Lin Miaobi liked wine, her alcohol tolerance was not high. After a few glasses, her face turned red.
Wang Bo could feel that he was hiding something in his heart. He was a person who liked to inquire about gossip, and he was eager to do something. So, he knew that he was not good at drinking, but he still persuaded him to drink one cup after another.
After drinking three cups in a row, Lin Miaobi said that she would only drink three cups today. However, under Wang Bo's persuasion, she drank three cups after three cups, and three cups after three cups …
Wang Bo saw that Lin Miaobi was intoxicated and knew that it was about time. He said, "Lin Miaobi, I haven't seen you recently. What are you busy with?"
"Hmph."
Lin Miaobi patted the table and stuttered, "You, do you know Zhang Canzhi?"
"Who?"
Wang Bo's heart stirred.
"Zhang Canzhi, Zhang Yu." Lin Miaobi gestured with her hands, "It's that Zhang Yu who killed Heavenly Salamander and the incarnation of the deity at the city gate. He's the one who was often mentioned in the newspapers …"
Wang Bo feigned a look of realization. "Oh, Teacher Zhang? Of course I know him. He's a teacher of our academy. What's wrong with him?"
Lin Miaobi pointed at him, burped, and then said, "I'm telling you, someone wants to deal with him!" He patted his chest, "So, he asked me to do it."
Wang Bo's expression changed slightly, and then he showed a contemptuous look. Waving his folding fan, he said, "Don't try to fool me. I'm not looking down on you, Lin Miaobi, but who is Teacher Zhang? Even the incarnation of the deity couldn't deal with him. How can you deal with him? "
"You don't believe me?"
Lin Miaobi glared at him, pointed at him across the table, and said, "Have you ever heard of killing without using a knife? If you want to defeat a person, you have to defeat him in terms of reputation first! "
Wang Bo asked cautiously, "Could it be that Zhang Shijiao has done something wrong, or do you have something on him?"
Lin Miaobi burst into laughter. "You just don't understand. I don't know if he did anything wrong, but I can make it up!"
Wang Bo was stunned. "Make it up?"
"Yes, make it up!"
Lin Miaobi leaned a little closer. His whole body half leaned on the table, and his head came close. He covered his mouth with his hand and said, "Let me tell you, this is not nonsense. You have to make it 30% true, and then 70% false …"
He stepped back and waved his hand outside. "As long as those peddlers see it, they will spread it everywhere. Alas, at that time, no matter whether it is true or false, it will be useless no matter how you distinguish it. They will believe it! The more you say it, the more they will believe it! " He nodded hard at Wang Bo. "Yes, that's it. At that time, it will be true even if it is not true."
Wang Bo couldn't help but say, "But this is against the law of the Protectorate, isn't it? What's more, slandering a Commissar? Lin Miaobi, you just came out of the Hanmo News House, right? You don't want to stay in the Linning News House anymore? "
Lin Miaobi snorted and pointed at himself with his thumb. "I … am not afraid! I have a backer this time, Xiao Qingshu. Do you know Xiao Qingshu? "He slammed the table again and again.
Wang Bo recalled for a moment, and his body trembled. He lowered his voice and said, "From the Civil Affairs Department? Manager Xiao's younger brother? "
Lin Miaobi said, "Yes, that's him!" He said proudly, "Do you understand now? With him here, what should I be afraid of?" He fumbled for a while and took out a document from his bag. He slapped it on the table and said, "Look!"
Wang Bo was puzzled. "What is this?"
"A manuscript, a manuscript written by me!" Lin Miaobi picked up the wine glass and took another sip. "After I finish these three glasses of wine, I will send this to the newspaper. Tomorrow, Xiao Qingshu will go to Wenqi Square to preach. At that time, my newspaper will come out. With the cooperation of these two sides," he clapped his hands, "everything will be complete."
Wang Bo was secretly shocked when he heard this, he glanced at the report, rolled his eyes, and quickly raised his cup to toast, "Come, let's drink, let's not talk about this, let's not talk about this, let's drink, drink."
"Three glasses. Just three glasses."
Under Wang Bo's intentional toast, more than a dozen glasses passed. Lin Miaobi lay on the table and fell asleep. Wang Bo went forward to push him and called him a few times. Seeing that he did not respond, he pulled out the manuscript under his body.
After he put it close to his body, he slowly walked out of the private room. He told the innkeeper not to disturb the guests inside and went out.
As soon as he walked out of the tavern, the satisfied look on his face completely disappeared. He identified the direction and hurried out.
He ran through several streets in a row and came to a street with less noise. He identified the door and found a house. He went up and knocked on the door. "Mingyang, open the door. Open the door. It's me, Wang Bo."
After a while, the door opened from the inside. Yu Mingyang came out in a coat and said in surprise, "Brother Wang, why are you here? Didn't I say in the letter that I would find you tomorrow? "
When he, Wang Bo, and Zheng Yu entered the school together, they had a good relationship with each other. Later, with Duan Neng, the four of them formed a small circle. Although he went to the Tough Claw Tribe, he did not forget to get together every time he came back.
Wang Bo squeezed in and gasped, "Let's talk inside, let's talk inside."
After Yu Mingyang closed the door, he calmed his breath and opened the fan to fan himself. "Mingyang, someone wants to deal with your teacher."
Yu Mingyang was surprised. "What? Which teacher? "
"Zhang Yu, Teacher Zhang. Give me a glass of water. My mouth is very dry. "
Yu Mingyang quickly brought a glass of water and said seriously, "What's the matter?"
Wang Bo drank a few mouthfuls and exhaled. Then he told him what had happened. He wiped the sweat on his head and said, "Fortunately, I met him. I always heard you say that Mr. Zhang is good. You said you met a good teacher who appreciates you. If he ruined your reputation, can you still survive? If I don't tell you when I know, how can I face you as a friend? "
Yu Mingyang was a little touched. He clasped his hands and said, "Brother Wang, thank you for coming to tell me. I owe you a favor."
Wang Bo waved his hand and said proudly, "Small matter, small matter. Oh, right!"
He took out the manuscript from his pocket and handed it to Yu Mingyang. "Take this. It's the evidence. Give it to Master Zhang. He definitely knows what to do. You have to be quick. Even if Lin Miaobi is drunk today, Xiao Qingshu will still go to Wenqi Square tomorrow and say that Master Zhang is wrong."
Yu Mingyang quickly took it and said, "Yes, let's go to the school and give this to Teacher Zhang."
The two of them didn't notice that while they were talking, a middle-aged man next door had heard their conversation clearly.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment. He pushed the door open and went to a small street. He seemed to be walking slowly, but his footsteps were very fast. After a while, he arrived in front of the "Drunken Crane" Tavern.
He walked in and said in a completely different voice, "I'm Lin Miaobi's friend. My family asked me to come and find him. Where is he?"
The waiter didn't doubt him and quickly led him to a private room. He opened the door and said, "Here, here."
The middle-aged man looked at Lin Miaobi's sleeping face and said helplessly, "He's so drunk. Sister-in-law is going to blame me again." He went up and took out the gold ingot from his pocket. He threw it to the waiter and then put one of Lin Miaobi's arms on his shoulder. Then he steadily helped him out.
After leaving the tavern, he took Lin Miaobi to a deserted and smelly ditch. He pressed a finger on Lin Miaobi's neck for a moment and then pushed it into the ditch.
Then he quietly waited there for a while before he turned and left.
When he returned home, he saw that Yu Mingyang was no longer there. He took out a crossbow from under the bed and checked it. He took a bamboo hat from the wall and put it on. Then he went out again and went straight out of the city. Finally, he came to a tall building not far from Wenqi Square.
This was exactly the place where the two masked men had spied on Jiang Dingyi's carriage two months ago.
He put the crossbow on his back and climbed up with his bare hands. He jumped in through the broken window on the fifth floor. Then he stood there with his arms crossed and looked in the direction of the square.
At daybreak, the noise outside gradually drifted in.
The middle-aged man, who had been standing there all night, suddenly opened his half-closed eyes. His sharp eyes looked at a carriage in the distance that was rushing to the square.
The carriage stopped under a high platform. A young scholar in a straight robe and holding a folding fan walked out. As soon as he appeared, many people in the square spontaneously gathered around him.
The middle-aged man calmly took down the crossbow from his back. Stepping on the top ring with his foot, he slowly pulled the bowstring. Then, he took out a crossbow arrow that was shining with a strange light from its leather sheath and placed it in the arrow slot. He then raised the crossbow, aimed it forward, and adjusted it slightly.
The young scholar seemed to be very popular. As soon as he came out, he was surrounded. Then he cupped his hands and squeezed out of the crowd. With a trace of excitement, he walked step by step toward the high platform.
Standing on the platform, he slowly turned around and faced the people below the platform who had gathered and were looking up at him. Feeling the slightly dazzling sun that had just risen, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in his heart. He felt as if he had reached the peak of his life.
He raised his hand to cover his mouth and pretended to cough. However, just as he was about to open his mouth, before he could make a sound, there was a swishing sound and a crossbow arrow pierced through his neck!
His smile suddenly froze on his face. Then his body swayed and he fell to the ground with a plop.
On the tall building, the middle-aged man casually threw away the crossbow and put back the bamboo hat he had taken off. He unhurriedly fastened the knot and jumped down from the broken window. After landing, he stood steadily. Then he touched the brim of his hat and blended into the crowd of people in the city.
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