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After returning to the fourth floor, Zhao Hao fell asleep directly. He slept until late at night and was woken up by the urge to urinate.
The shop downstairs is closed.
"It's really inconvenient without a clock!"
He had been rubbing the pendulum clock with his hands before.
But I've always been busy.
The pendulum clock was not invented either.
Now that the soap has been handed over to Wang Mengyu and Zheng Zhiqian, I finally have time.
Just when I was about to go downstairs to get something to eat, I heard Lao Zhong's voice outside.
"Master, are you awake?"
"Awake, what's up?"
"Master, we caught someone down there who was causing trouble and throwing shit!"
"What?"
When Zhao Hao heard this, he hurried over to open the door.
Old Zhong stood at the door and said, "Master, ever since the last incident, I have arranged for someone to stand guard at the door at night. I didn't expect that they would actually catch him!"
Zhao Hao frowned: "Let's go down and take a look!"
The person arrested was a little old man in his fifties with pockmarks on his face.
He was wearing tattered clothes and had a pungent odor.
Seeing Zhao Hao coming, the old man fell to his knees and begged for mercy with tears and snot.
Zhao Hao asked expressionlessly: "Tell me, who asked you to come?"
The old man said, "It was your clan's steward. He gave me ten strings of cash and asked me to come and smear the manure. I will get another ten strings of cash after the job is done!"
"Master Zhao, please forgive me. I have been bewitched by a ghost and will never dare to do it again..."
As he said this, he kowtowed to Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao's expression became even gloomier.
Zhao family!
Well done!
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Lao Zhong came up and asked quietly: "Master, how should we deal with this matter?"
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Hao said, "Drag him out, break his legs, and throw him in front of the Zhao family's gate. Bring along the manure that hasn't been thrown out, and throw it all over him!"
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Zhao family residence.
The clan leader Zhao Sheng and Zhao Ling were sitting around the table drinking.
Zhao Sheng looked at Zhao Ling with a somewhat apprehensive expression and said, "Third Brother, you are going too far!"
Zhao Ling snorted and laughed: "Patriarch, don't worry, that little bastard won't make any waves. I'm just teaching him a lesson."
"You little bastard, he's not willing to give the family some shares. Is he still a member of the Zhao family?"
"Chief, you are too soft-hearted!"
Zhao Sheng sighed. In fact, he was also very dissatisfied with Zhao Hao’s attitude last time.
It's just that he thought about it more.
"Don't judge by the monk, judge by the Buddha. After all, he is Wenxiang's son."
"We went too far, and it doesn't look good on Wenxiang."
It would have been better if Zhao Sheng hadn't said this. As soon as he said this, Zhao Ling's face became even more unhappy.
"I think the attitude of that little bastard Zhao Hao is exactly the same as Zhao Wenxiang's attitude!"
"Otherwise, what would that little bastard know at such a young age?"
"It wasn't his idea!"
"He is now the Internal History, a senior official that Your Majesty relies on. How can he still care about his family?"
Zhao Sheng said: "That's not true. Wenxiang still has deep feelings for his family!"
Zhao Ling sneered: "Patriarch, you are too easy to deceive. If Zhao Wenxiang really has feelings for the family, how could Zhao Hao not agree?"
"Don't worry about this matter, leave it to me."
"I just don't believe that I can't cure those two!"
"What's wrong with Nei Shi? If he doesn't want to work for the family, then the family doesn't have to worry about anything!"
As the two were talking, the anxious voice of the old butler was heard outside the door.
"Patriarch, Third Master, something bad has happened!"
"What happened?"
Zhao Ling frowned and asked in a deep voice to the old butler outside the door.
"Third Master, the person we sent to the first floor is back..."
When Zhao Ling heard this, he immediately smiled happily.
"It's done?"
"Okay, take him to the accounting office to get the money!"
The housekeeper said, "Third Master, the mission was not accomplished. His legs were broken and he was sent back and thrown at our door. And..."
Zhao Ling stood up suddenly and pushed the door open.
"What did you say?"
The housekeeper hurriedly said respectfully: "Master San, the man we sent had his legs broken and was left at our gate, and..."
Zhao Ling's face was gloomy and he asked, "And what?"
The housekeeper hesitated and said, "Besides, there was manure thrown at our door..."
Bang!
Zhao Ling instantly became furious and slapped the door hard.
He laughed in anger and nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, okay, okay."
He said three good words in a row, then turned around and looked at Zhao Sheng in the room.
"Chief, you see, that little bastard is demonstrating to the clan!"
"How dare he throw feces at the family gate?"
“It’s simply lawless!”
Zhao Sheng's expression also turned grim, and he frowned tightly.
"This Zhao Hao is really too unbecoming!"
"Butler, go to the Zhao residence immediately and call Zhao Wenxiang over. It seems that I must talk to him in person!"
The housekeeper immediately took the order.
Zhao Ling said angrily, "Patriarch, when Zhao Wenxiang arrives, you must make it clear to him that Zhao Hao, that little bastard, must pay the price."
"At least 30% of his dry liquor and dry shares should be handed over to the family!"
"If he doesn't agree, then expel their family from the family completely!"
"I want to see how he, a great minister of internal affairs, can hold his head up in the court!"
Hearing this, Zhao Sheng hesitated again.
"Xiao San, don't be impulsive. Expelling them from the family will not do any good for the family."
"Our main goal is to get the dry liquor shares from Zhao Hao."
“This is the real thing!”
Zhao Ling snorted, "What if Zhao Wenxiang refuses to hand it over?"
Zhao Sheng frowned and said, "Given Zhao Wenxiang's feelings towards the family, I believe he will agree. The problem still lies with Zhao Hao!"
"I'm worried that Zhao Hao won't listen to his father!"
"That brat is a scoundrel. Even though Zhao Wenxiang is his father, he may not listen to me!"
Zhao Ling said in a deep voice: "If that little bastard doesn't want to do it, just kick him out of the family!"
"In short, today's events must not be let go so easily!"
"Wait for Zhao Wenxiang to come over later. I want to ask him what he plans to do about his useless son who has brought dung upon the family!"
"Let's see how this great Internal History Master will end up!"
More than half an hour later, Zhao Wenxiang and his son Zhao Hao finally arrived under the guidance of the housekeeper.
Zhao Hao knew that after doing this, he would definitely not have a peaceful night.
So after giving instructions to Lao Zhong, he went back home and told his father Zhao Wenxiang about the matter.
Zhao Wenxiang was very angry when he heard that the family had sent people to the first floor to throw manure again.
But then, he heard Zhao Hao say that he broke the legs of the person who came to throw feces and also threw the feces on the family's gate, so he stopped talking.
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