Chapter 37: The Justice You Speak of Is in the Heart of the People "Master, the Wang Su family is extremely poor." Sun Chonglou liked to watch the fun, so he ran to see what was going on at Wang Su's house. "His mother cried so much that she went blind." "He has two children." Jiang Qingzhi held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Hmm!" "Master, do you want to kill the murderer?" Jiang Qingzhi said nothing. "Master, Wang Su left a suicide note. Master, it was written in blood." Jiang Qingzhi remained silent.
Only a long piece of ash was left. "Master, they said that the suicide note said... I know I will die, but I am still willing to die. If the death of Wang Su can make the Ming Dynasty prosperous, I can rest in peace in my grave!" "How pitiful!" Sun Chonglou sighed. Dou Jialan begged Jiang Qingzhi for the first time, "Sir, please help the Wang family!" Jiang Qingzhi entered the study room with a cigarette in his mouth, "Shi Tou, watch the door." Sun Chonglou glared at Dou Jialan, "Back off!" "He is indeed a cruel man." Dou Jialan said dejectedly. In the study, Jiang Qingzhi was lying on a Hu bed. In his previous life, his student life was uneventful. He was the most inconspicuous person in school. At the age when hormones are surging, if you see the opposite sex in trouble, you should take action and earn the reputation of being a hero saving the beauty. But Jiang Qingzhi turned a blind eye to it. So during his three years of junior high school, except for the girl in the front seat who talked to him, even the flies around him were male. College is supposed to be a period for releasing hormones, but Jiang Qingzhi was addicted to games. His motto has always been "I don't harm others, and others don't harm me." In other words, I won't offend others unless they offend me. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. Until he joined the anti-government armed forces, this guy seemed to have come to his senses. The way Liu Huangshu beat A Dou was very simple and unworldly. He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids when he watched those so-called fighters go to their deaths. The leader got drunk once and said to him, "In this line of work, the one who survives to the end is not necessarily the one with the greatest ability..." The leader patted his shoulder, and the confidants around him were all laughing... laughing hideously. They had already decided to kill Jiang Qingzhi, the threat. Jiang Qingzhi smiled sincerely, shook his head, and took a sip of the peaty whiskey.
He liked to eat things that ordinary people didn't like, such as white snake grass water and bean juice. When he arrived in South America, white snake grass water was out of stock, let alone bean juice. It was brought all the way from China, and it tasted worse than the stinky water that the students raised. Until one day I took a sip of whiskey and fell in love with its peat taste. The stronger the taste, the more he likes it. There was a school girl who liked him. She was amazed to see him happily drinking a bottle of white snake grass water. The two of them flirted for a while, but it ended with Jiang Qingzhi becoming addicted to games. On the day when the schoolgirl broke up with him, she smashed the mechanical keyboard he bought and said, "You either drink snake grass water or bean juice all day long. You only play the most exciting games. Others think you are just trying to attract attention..." Jiang Qingzhi looked at her expressionlessly. The schoolgirl pointed at him and said sarcastically, "Actually, you just don't know why you are alive, so you need these stimulations." At that moment, a thread in Jiang Qingzhi's mind broke. Why did he go to South America later? Why did he join the gang after the small supermarket was burned down by thugs, and later joined the anti-government armed forces? Jiang Qingzhi has never asked himself this question. It was not until he returned to China that he was drunk one day and thought of that school girl in his dreams at midnight. "You just don't know why you are alive, so you need these stimulations." At that moment, Jiang Qingzhi was cold all over. He thought again of the leader's words that day. "Whoever has the cruelest heart will survive to the end." Half a month later, the leader was ambushed and killed by his men. In terms of cruelty, Jiang Qingzhi is even more ruthless than him. But when Jiang Qingzhi heard the news that Wang Su was beaten to death. It was as if there was a thread in my mind that suddenly broke. I don't harm anyone. But don't hurt me. He could just sit back and watch his alien subordinates die in battle. He could watch the people of foreign countries suffer and remain indifferent. But at this moment, he actually had an urge to kill someone. I am a little warlord who kills without blinking an eye! Guilt is a luxury for Jiang. But at this moment, Jiang really felt guilty. "Wang Su received a salary, 70% of which was given to his family, and 30% was given to the elderly..." Outside the door, Sun Chonglou was muttering. "They are not much poorer than the beggars in Suzhou."
Suzhou is a wealthy city. If you are smart, you can eat well even as a beggar. "You're not done yet, are you?" There was a shout from the study, and Sun Chonglou pursed his lips. The door opened, and Jiang Qingzhi kicked Sun Chonglou, "Let's go." "Where?" "Relax." …… "You died in vain." At the Wang family, a woman in linen clothes stared at the coffin blankly and said, "The money is gone. The money I used to pay for your funeral was borrowed from a loan shark. The loan shark said that you must pay back the principal and interest within half a month, otherwise the house will be used to pay off the debt..." The sister-in-law who was helping out sighed, "This is what you get for all your passion? My brother-in-law keeps talking about his country and his country, and he's willing to die for it... Look, who's going to take care of the orphans and widows he left behind?" Two half-grown children knelt by the side, looking at the deserted mourning hall, and occasionally choked up. "Young Master, why are we here? Do we want to burn incense?" Sun Chonglou asked. Not far away, Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "It was you who muttered all the way that made me go the wrong way. Well, now that I'm here, there's no need to burn incense." "What?" "We are not on the same path." Jiang Qingzhi stretched out his hand, "Give it to me." Sun Chonglou handed him a bundle. Jiang Qingzhi coughed dryly, and the woman turned around, "You are..." "I'm a businessman. Your husband has a share in my shop. I heard that he left. So, we don't have to cooperate anymore. The share and dividends are all here. Don't bother me in the future." Jiang Qingzhi threw the bag on the ground and walked away impatiently. After he left, my sister-in-law came over and opened the bundle. "ah!" The woman asked, "What is it?" "It's silver! It's silver! Lots of it!" White silver ingots! The sister-in-law took a bite of the silver ingot, ignoring the toothache, and said in surprise: "Brother-in-law didn't say a word, but he actually had a trick up his sleeve? Hey! I was wondering why he would abandon you, an orphan and a widow." Looking at those huge ingots of silver, the woman looked up in surprise. "Son!" The figure kept moving, raised his hands, and waved them impatiently, "I've already told you, the principal and interest are all there. If you dare to entangle me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The woman watched the young man disappear into the twilight and turned around. Prostrated before the spirit. My sister-in-law turned around and asked, "Hey! Why are you crying?" The woman said in a voice that only the coffin could hear: "Husband, it turns out that what you said about justice is in the hearts of the people is true."... "There is no justice in this world." Several men were drinking in a brothel, proudly talking about their experience in putting on sacks. …… Zhu Zaigui has not yet found out the news. Jiang Qingzhi didn't ask either. Dou Jialan took half a day off, and when he came back, he actually took the initiative to ask to see Jiang Qingzhi. Jiang Qingzhi is drinking tea. The tea was a medicinal tea prescribed by the imperial physician. It tasted bitter at first but had a sweet aftertaste. It's like life, mostly bitter, but with occasional sweetness. It's more like the anesthetic in surgery, which makes people forget the severe pain, but it's too short-lived. "Today I ran into an old friend of the Imperial Guards. He said that Wang Ermao, a gangster from North City, had gotten rich in recent days and was frequenting brothels. He even boasted about something... It's so refreshing to put a sack on someone and beat them up." After Dou Jialan finished speaking, he glanced at Jiang Qingzhi. Jiang Qingzhi had a blank expression on his face. With a sigh in his heart, Dou Jialan took his leave. "Fucheng." "The old slave is here." …… Lu Bing also got the news. He looked at the sky. It was still early in the morning before dark, so Emperor Jiajing should still be sleeping. "I will report to His Majesty tomorrow." Lu Bing put the paper away. …… Wang Ermao and a few of his brothers were drinking proudly in the restaurant. Until the lights come on. "Let's go to Deyue Tower!"
Wang Ermao was burping and his face was flushed. Several brothers shouted loudly and looked down upon passers-by. Even take the initiative to provoke. Everyone avoided it. Not far away, under the eaves. Jiang Qingzhi watched this scene. Fu Cheng said, "The one walking in front is Wang Ermao, sir, do you want to beat him up to vent your anger?" Jiang Qingzhi said nothing. At Deyue Tower, the madam was overjoyed when she saw Wang Ermao, thinking that this leek had come again. "Mr. Wang, a rare guest!" "I just left this morning, what rare guest?" Wang Ermao hugged the madam, his hands moving around dishonestly. The madam struggled for a moment and shouted at the top of her voice, "Ming Yue!" "mom!" A gentle voice came from the second floor. Wang Ermao looked up, his eyes bright. "Mr. Wang." Mingyue covered half of her face with a round fan and smiled charmingly. "My bright moon!" Not long after, in a room, the bed began to shake violently. Until a man collapsed. Outside Deyue Tower, a spark was faintly visible in the darkness. "Sir, I found it." Fucheng was like a big gecko sliding down from the second floor. "In that room." Fu Cheng said softly, "If you want to do it, I think I'll just give him a stick and beat him into a fool." "Find a way to get me in." Although Jiang Qingzhi insisted on exercising, his body was still too weak to climb up. Fu Cheng scratched his head, and the wrinkles on his face deepened. "This old servant is rude. How about I take the young master up?" It's just that the process is a bit embarrassing, you don't mind, right?
Jiang Qingzhi nodded, "Okay." So, Fu Cheng went up first, then reached out and grabbed Jiang Qingzhi's wrist, and lifted it gently. A huge force surged, and Jiang Qingzhi jumped up. He grabbed at the window that Fucheng had opened, but he couldn't pull up his body. What the hell! Can't you try harder? Jiang Qingzhi wanted to cry but had no tears. Just when he couldn't hold on any longer, Fu Cheng from below supported him, and Jiang Qingzhi used the force to flip into the room. There was a dim light in the room, and in the dimness a man could be seen lying on the bed. What about that prostitute? Outside, the madam's voice came, "Ming Yue!" "mom!" The gentle voice outside the door made the man feel itchy. Is this... the second plum blossom? Jiang Qingzhi shook his head, "What about professional ethics? At least, someone should be the groom tonight!" Fu Cheng came in and handed over the stick, "Sir, the stick!" Jiang Qingzhi shook his head. He took out something that Fucheng had never seen before. Looks inconspicuous. Jiang Qing swung the knife, and a ten-centimeter-long blade popped out of the plastic sheath. "Sir, it's better to use a stick." Fucheng was worried that stabbing would wake up Wang Ermao. A hand covered Wang Ermao's mouth. Wang Ermao woke up in shock, his bloodshot eyes were blank for a moment, and in the dim light he saw a man holding a short knife. "Who ordered you to kill Wang Su? Tell me and I'll spare your life." The knife was placed against Wang Ermao's neck, and just one wipe would kill him. Wang Ermao trembled all over, and the hand covering his mouth loosened a little. Wang Ermao said, "Swear!" "I swear!" Wang Ermao then said a name. Then he laughed. I don’t have to die! The knife accurately wiped across Wang Ermao's trachea and carotid artery.
He let go, stepped back, and the gushing blood fell just in front of him. Everything seemed to have been done dozens of times, without any difference. …… Asking for votes. (End of this chapter)