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There are also many ordinary people.
They believed that Zhang Rong dared to kill people, but they didn't believe that he would kill so many people.
Looking at the expressions of the officials, Zhang Rong snorted in his heart.
In his eyes, these people were already dead.
After picking up the list, Bolo did not leave, but looked embarrassed.
Zhang Rong asked knowingly, "What's wrong? The list is blank?"
Bolo shook his head and said, "No, there are too many names on the list."
"No problem!" Zhang Rong pointed at the list in Bolo's hand and said, "The charges will be based on the amount of money donated! Those who donated less than five taels will be ignored, and those who donated more than five taels will be arrested immediately."
As soon as these words were spoken, the officials' faces quickly darkened.
They originally wanted to drag ordinary people to bear the blame together so that the law would not punish everyone.
As a result, Zhang Rong cut off the source of the problem.
Anyone who can donate five taels of silver is definitely not an ordinary person.
Zhang Rong's move forcibly separated them from ordinary people.
Without the protection of the people, it would be difficult for them to remain safe.
But they did not panic.
They are indeed guilty.
But they felt that Zhang Rong just wanted money.
As long as you pay enough money, you can be forgiven.
But they underestimated Zhang Rong's ambition.
As everyone was anxious, Zhang Rong said, "Anyone who donated money to the rebels is guilty. Tell them that if they want to be pardoned, they have to pay ten times the amount."
ten times!
Everyone was shocked by the number.
The prefect of Dongchang Prefecture, who has always loved money, felt like a rookie in front of Zhang Rong.
Too many!
This is not about money, this is about life!
The prefect of Dongchang Prefecture asked in a trembling voice: "Sir Admiral, what if you can't come up with that much money?"
“Haha,” Zhang Rong sneered, “Then life and death are determined by fate!”