Duan Erlang nodded.
Su Yong glanced at him. This man must be from an official family, surnamed Duan?
I've got an idea in mind.
Manager Ma desperately spat out the rag.
Trembling, his face contorted, he banged his head on the ground, spitting out blood and froth.
"Chen Zuolang, please forgive me! I know I was wrong!"
"Absolutely shameless!"
Su Wenxuan stood at a distance, shouting insults.
If it weren't for the public outcry...
If it weren't for those vendors changing their stories at the last minute...
If it weren't for Uncle Chen's good relationship with my family...
If it weren't for my father being an honest official...
Is Uncle Xian still alive?
He stepped forward and kicked him hard, knocking him to the ground.
Chen Xian shook his head, "You're not wrong, you're just scared, scared of dying."
A very calm statement.
It seemed like a heavy hammer, striking hard into the hearts of those watching the spectacle.
Magistrate Su said in a deep voice: "Confiscate Ma Jinping's property and make him pay three times the amount in compensation to the merchants who were bullied by him!"
"Immediately send it to Yingzhou Prefecture, requesting the Prefect to issue a final judgment and submit it to the Ministry of Justice for review."
Everyone cheered.
"OK."
The vendors all breathed a sigh of relief.
Dead? It's almost a done deal.
I'm finally going to die.
Even Yuan Laoliu was secretly laughing to himself.
He got fifty taels of silver for nothing, but the man died.
Either way, I'm the one who profited.
Moreover, judging from Mr. Chen's attitude, it seems that he doesn't intend to pursue the matter further.
Su Yong frowned and looked at the people around Yuan Laoliu and Huo Laowu.
"Is it time to tell you about your situation?"
Yuan Laoliu still wanted to play dumb.
Several constables stepped forward and twisted his arms.
A chill ran through me.
“Your Honor, Magistrate Ma gave us fifty taels of silver. He said he wanted us to give false testimony for him, and he only charged the Chen family two copper coins a day for sanitation management…”
Those watching the spectacle began to curse.
"These are two bad apples; I suggest they be kicked out of the food street!"
Su Yong said in a deep voice, "Hand over all the silver you have received. I will distribute it equally among the oppressed merchants. As for your fate, it will be decided by a vote of all the merchants. If they agree that you can continue to set up your stall here, then my word is not enough."
Yuan Laoliu felt a pang of sorrow.
It's over.
I'm not very popular here.
So he looked at the vendors with pleading eyes.
The vendors all turned away and stopped looking at him.
"Ignore him. They were the ones who cursed the Chen family the most back then! Tell him to get lost!"
Yuan Laoliu turned to Chen Xian for help.
Chen Xian said calmly, "If I lose the lawsuit, I should be the one who should die today. So, you think I'm a good person, and that's why you're easy to talk to?"
"Do you still think I'm an honest person? Does being an honest person mean you should be slandered, have your dignity trampled on, and then just forgive them as if nothing happened?"
His voice was indifferent.
Without a trace of emotion.
Holding sincere words, it seemed like a sharp sword, ruthlessly slicing open his heart.
The blood seemed to be flowing backward.
My whole body is stiff.
Yes, that's exactly what he's planning.
Clap clap clap.
I don't know who started clapping.
Su Wenxuan roared, "Utterly shameless! I'm already sparing you by not punishing you, yet you still want to set up a business here?"
"Eat shit!"
The merchants who were originally neutral began to curse angrily.
"Well said. I'm an honest man. Does that mean honest men deserve to be ridden around and have their shit and piss on them? Does that mean honest men have to forgive you?"
"Tui!"
"Get the hell out of here!"
"From now on, if I see you on the food street, I'll beat you up every time!"
A man stepped forward and kicked those men to the ground!
Two or three people slunk away, packing their things.
Many vendors were also secretly packing up their belongings.
There is no place for them here anymore.
The old man selling sesame cakes had a complicated expression as he looked at Chen Xian.
Although he did not slander Chen Xian at the time, he did advise Chen Xian to back down.
I felt a little guilty.
Especially after hearing what Chen Xian said just now.
Should good people choose to forgive them?
There is no such logic in the world.
Should cowards swallow all their grievances?
No.
There's never been any logic to that.
Chen Xian called out to him.
"Brother, don't overthink it. You can still set up your pancake stall here and sell your pancakes just like before, right next to me."
The old man selling sesame cakes shook his head, his heart filled with worry.
“I think… it’s time for me to leave.”
Chen Xian watched quietly as Manager Ma was dragged away like a mad dog that had been beaten to death.
I have some concerns.
Will I be sent to Yingzhou Prefecture again? Will there be further complications?
I feel inexplicably unwell.
Suddenly, a burly man approached him out of nowhere.
Lower your voice.
"Mr. Chen, do I still have a chance?"
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