After returning home, Chen Guanlou checked everywhere to make sure no one had entered the house before he lay down. What a close call! He almost instinctively wanted to block the sword light, and he almost exposed himself. At the last moment, he judged that the sword light was not coming for him, and stopped in time. What was even more thrilling was that he recognized the man in brocade clothes on the horse, the man in brocade clothes who killed Duan Tianlin in the Tianlao. It turned out that he was a member of the Jinyiwei. The swordsman surnamed Qi was actually a henchman of the Jinyiwei, doing things for the Jinyiwei. In the fighting business, it was like putting on a vest to facilitate his actions. He was very irritable. He was unwilling to provoke the Jinyiwei. He was weak now, and needed a stable environment and a generous income. He was reluctant to give up the job in the Tianlao for the time being. Wait a little longer! When his strength was comparable to that of a fifth-grade warrior, he would be able to roam freely in the world.
There are many people below the fifth rank, and only those above the fifth rank are qualified to be called martial arts masters. The higher you go, the fewer people there are. If you can reach the realm of a master, no matter if he is an emperor, a prince, a general or a noble, he will have to give three points of face to the master and deal with him carefully. … Wan Yuli spent a lot of money and finally got out of the case. The mistress came to him crying and begged him to save her brother-in-law. Wan Yuli kicked the mistress away with a look of regret. In order to get out, he almost emptied his family's wealth, and he was so distressed that he almost died. But compared to being imprisoned in prison, it is worth spending some money. The money spent will be earned back sooner or later. After resting for two days, Wan Yuli got ready early in the morning and came to Tianlao to work in the most energetic state of mind. Like countless days in the past, he went straight to the office. Unexpectedly, he was stopped halfway. "Wan the jailer, Fan the jailer asked you to come, go see him first." "What did you say? I haven't been here for such a long time, and the A-shaped prison is probably in chaos. Can't you wait until I finish my official business before going?" The messenger laughed twice with a strange expression, "Just go if I ask you to go, it won't delay your work. You've been away for such a long time, what does it matter if you come a day earlier or later?" Wan the jailer was dissatisfied, but turned around and went to Fan the jailer's office. When he went there, he was full of energy, as if he was going to fight. When he came out, he looked like a frosted eggplant, a defeated rooster, with his head drooping, and he looked absent-minded. Someone deliberately stood outside the house to watch his joke, "Wan, what did Fan Yucheng want to talk to you about? Did he say what to do next in the A-shaped prison?" "Wan, do you want to share your experience of living in the prison with everyone?" "Is Wan going to get rich? He ignores people." "Wan has become more serious after a trip to the prison." "I..." Wan, the prisoner, turned back suddenly, looking at the faces of people laughing and scolding, and felt sad. Everyone already knew it, only he was kept in the dark. Fan Yucheng took away his position and sent him to the equipment room. This is the prison, not the military camp. The equipment room is a clean government like the archives and documents, and even the oil flower is not seen. He has a share of the monthly payment, but it is pitiful. Compared with the previous income, it is a big discount, directly to the ankle area. This gap is not small. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and hated Fan Yucheng for breaking the bridge after crossing the river. He usually showed filial piety. As a result, as soon as he got into trouble, Fan Yucheng couldn't wait to drive him away, without any sympathy. His greed, cruelty and coldness made all the jailers bow down to him.
I can't accept it! ... Chen Guanlou sat in the duty room, poured himself a cup of tea, and was in a good mood. He was very happy to learn that Wan Yuli was driven to the equipment room. The jailers gathered in groups of three or two to discuss who would take over Wan Yuli's job. Some of them had a little fantasy about that position. If they paid more silver, they could become the manager of the A-shaped prison? Chen Guanlou sneered. They were all willing to donate, without exception. Ma Feishuo's job would never be the turn of these jailers. It's better to be honest and do the job and find a way to make money. Several jailers came up to him, "Boss Chen, Wan Jailer has fallen, do you want to fight for it?" "I think Boss Chen has a great chance." Chen Guanlou sneered, "How can you see that I have a great chance? Don't just say nice things, let me ask you, am I qualified in terms of qualifications, am I old enough? Do I have more money than others? So many people are eyeing that position, how can you think that such a good thing can fall on the heads of us jailers. Take a break, don't waste money. If you have money, don't eat a few more good meals, why do you have to join in the fun?" Xiao Jin is indeed an old hand, obedient and docile. "Has Chentou got inside information? Has the higher-ups already decided on the candidate?" "Who is it? It definitely can't be Li Dahong." "Li Dahong is reluctant to pay the money, so it definitely can't be him." "Chentou, please tell us." "I don't know who it is either." Chen Guanlou spread his hands, "Anyway, it won't be us jailers. Okay, okay, what can't we do with this time? Aren't you going to gamble today? Have you won back what you lost yesterday? It's not our turn to worry about the decision from above." He waved his hand and dispersed the jailers, and let's do some serious work. Everyone is guessing who can replace Wan Yuli? Guessing and guessing, what, all of them are cannon fodder. There is a newcomer in Tianlao, a parachuted jailer, who immediately takes the position of jailer in the Jia-shaped prison. This person has a strong background, his surname is Fan, and he is the same Fan as Fan Yucheng, Fan Yucheng's nephew. The jailers: ... The jailers: ... The Fan guy is not a good person. He is too much. He played tricks on everyone, eating and taking things. I have never seen a person who eats so ugly. He doesn't care about his eating manners at all. The jailers who gave money cursed Fan, the new jailer Fan, and this damn world in private. Chen Guanlou didn't curse because he had expected it. Since Fan, the jailer, played tricks on everyone, he must have already chosen someone. He was called to the office. Fan, the jailer, was in high spirits at this moment, and the hot weather couldn't stop his good mood.
"Little Chen is here. Come and meet me. This is the new jailer Fan. From now on, your Jia-shaped prison will be under his charge. He has just arrived, so you should pay more attention and help the jailer Fan to do the job of the Jia-shaped prison. Is there any problem?" "No problem! I will meet the jailer Fan!" "You are Chen Guanlou, the same Chen as the one in Pingjiang Marquis Mansion. Have you ever been educated?" The jailer Fan is obviously a newcomer to the workplace. He is definitely no more than 30 years old. He has two small mustaches, deliberately has a stern face, and is very pretentious. The old man knows at a glance that this guy has not experienced much before. He is a rather pedantic person who is very proud of his reputation. It is estimated that he has almost become stupid from studying, and now he is finally willing to work, with a pretentious look.