"You are not the only one in the court who can make money." Chen Guanlou rudely broke Jiang Tu's dream. Jiang Tu didn't care, and said very complacently, "I am the only one willing to be a dog for His Majesty." Chen Guanlou: ... "There are so many people willing to be a dog for His Majesty, one more and one less won't make a difference." "But how many people can be both a dog and make money?" Jiang Tu was very proud and complacent. Chen Guanlou couldn't refute it for a while. Everyone loves money, but not everyone knows how to make money and manage money. Just like in later generations, we often see someone being cheated of hundreds of thousands, someone being cheated of millions, and university professors can be cheated of tens of millions by junior high school swindlers. Bank tellers try to stop them, but they can't stop some people from jumping into the pit. Do you think these people can keep money, make money, or manage money? The key is that a person who is capable of managing money and making money must have a way to be a dog for the emperor! For example, the shopkeepers of those businesses all know how to manage money and how to do business. But they lack the means to be dogs for His Majesty, and lack the strength and courage to take the blame. If they make a mistake, they will be killed. Jiang Tu is a rare person who can make money, take the blame, and be able to withstand beatings. And he has a set of effective means to save his life. Otherwise, he would not be alive today.
If he lacks any ability, the old emperor will not be able to protect him. Even if he is protected, he may be killed by someone because of an accident. In the final analysis, the old emperor's use of him is inseparable from his personal ability. Chen Guanlou asked with interest, "Lord Jiang is so confident, did you get inside information? Do you know who can inherit the throne and have established relationships in advance?" Jiang Tu smiled mysteriously, "Don't ask about the things in the palace. You just need to know that this official may not die." Chen Guanlou sneered at him for pretending to be cool in front of him. He said softly: "The altar explosion directly killed His Majesty. This is a serious crime, regicide, Lord Jiang, are you sure you can survive? No matter which prince becomes emperor, he must avenge the late emperor, otherwise he is not worthy of being a son, let alone a king." "What does His Majesty's death have to do with me? I am His Majesty's running dog. No one in the world wants His Majesty to be healthy and live a long life more than me. The altar explosion was clearly a frame-up." "But the altar was built under your supervision, so you must take full responsibility no matter what. Even if someone plotted against you and took advantage of the loophole, it was because of your poor management that they were taken advantage of. If you manage it properly, not to mention explosives, even flies can't fly in. No matter how you cry out for injustice, your crime is set. If you are spared, no one in the world will agree. Lord Jiang, you have gotten what you asked for." Chen Guanlou looked at the joke with a smile on his face. The old emperor was in a coma until his death. During this period, no one dealt with Jiang Tu. It is estimated that they were waiting to see the joke just like him. Look at how the once arrogant Jiang Tu became a lost dog. The picture is so beautiful that I must watch it a few more times. I am afraid that it will be difficult to see such a lively drama in the rest of my life. "Impossible!" Jiang Tu was a little panicked, but he couldn't lose face in front of the little jailer. "For the bombing case, I will bear the charge of poor supervision at most, and exile at worst. The real culprit is the person who placed the explosives and wanted to kill your majesty. Li Liangcheng didn't investigate the real murderer, but only detained me. He was clearly seeking revenge for personal gain." Jiang Tu was very scared and hated. He was not old, and he was definitely a young official in the officialdom. If nothing unexpected happened, he could live for decades. The key point was that he had only enjoyed a few years of good life, and the money he had embezzled was handed over to others, and he had to lose his life. He was unwilling to accept it no matter how he thought about it. "It's useless for you to tell me this, sir. I only know that basically no one can overturn the verdict of any traitor who has been put in the Tianlao. The best outcome is exile, at least you still have a life. As for you, death is the real relief." Chen Guanlou was telling the truth. Jiang Tu was famous. If he was exiled, he would probably die on the way before he could reach the place of exile. The biggest possibility was that he was killed as soon as he left the capital. "Is there really no way?" Jiang Tu obviously wanted to take a chance. Chen Guanlou shook his head slowly, "You are a big target, and there are people who hope you die, just like crucian carp crossing the river." Jiang Tu gritted his teeth, "There is always a way, let me think about it carefully."
Chen Guanlou nodded and left the Tianlao with the note. Sir Jiang was generous, a full ten thousand taels. He asked Qian Fugui to take the note to the Jiang Mansion and knock on the door to ask for money. The process of asking for money was quite smooth. The housekeeper of the Jiang Mansion was a sensible man. He knew that his master's life was now in the hands of the Tianlao. He did not dare to make trouble. He took the money very happily and repeatedly asked to take good care of their master. He also said that if they could buy their lives with money, everyone in the Jiang Mansion would be willing to do so. Obviously, the Jiang family knew that the building was about to collapse. Half of the sky had collapsed, and the remaining half would wait for the new emperor to ascend the throne. They dared not dream of anything else, just to survive. If Jiang Tu's life could be saved, the lives of the Jiang family could be saved. If Jiang Tu died, the entire Jiang family would die. There was no possibility that Jiang Tu would die and the entire Jiang family would survive. The only protector of the Jiang family was Jiang Tu, and there would be no second person except Jiang Tu. This was already a consensus among the Jiang family. Anyone who came to claim that he could save the lives of the whole family, but only wanted to sacrifice Jiang Tu and money, was absolutely untrustworthy. The Jiang family knew better than anyone what the Jiang family was and whether it was worth others' efforts to save their lives. A rare level of self-knowledge. This may be the self-awareness of being a family member of a treacherous minister. As long as they give up their fantasies, they will become very calm, understand the truth and know right from wrong. They dare not have the slightest hope. You have to know what you are. Other people have hope when something happens, because they can find someone to help them. Maybe it's because they are classmates, or classmates, or fellow townsmen, or like-minded colleagues, or teachers... What does Jiang Tu have? Nothing. He is just an unlearned person, with no "comrades", let alone teachers. His fellow townsmen are all poor relatives, or running dogs around him. With this identity, without the old emperor, there is only one way to go. Even so, Jiang Tu still fantasizes about being able to live. Chen Guanlou thought, we can only say that Jiang Tu is an optimist. Optimists are good, they will not seek death, and they will not be depressed and entangled. He does not have to worry about murders in prison, which is a cause for celebration. Qian Fugui took the money and, as instructed, took out 70% and put it aside, waiting for Sun Daoning to send someone to collect it. He did not dare to make the decision on how to distribute the remaining money, so he could only ask Chen Guanlou for instructions.
