And those who came here are all high school graduates.
So these people are now all working in the capital, but the size and position of their official positions are different.
When Wang Ming saw Wen's mother, he no longer had the usual kindness and respect. Instead, he looked at her as if she were a lowly commoner. If there weren't a few other people following him, he probably wouldn't even bother to put on an act.
"No need, we just came to see Brother Wen."
As he spoke, he walked to the door and looked at Wen Shijie, who was picking up the scrolls and papers on the ground as if they were treasures. Disdain flashed in his eyes, but he said, "Brother Wen, these are already dirty. There's no use picking them up. If you really need money, why don't you tell us? After all, we are officials now, so we can at least help you."
As he spoke, he pulled out a purse from his waist.
He rummaged through the inside of his pocket and pulled out about one or two taels of silver. He handed it to Wen Shijie, "Brother Wen, take this..."
As he spoke, the silver in his hand fell to the ground.
"Ouch, look at how my hand slipped and I couldn't hold it steady. Brother Wen, don't mind it. You're picking up things anyway, so just pick them up together. Just consider it as me helping you."
This is like giving a tip to a beggar, which is extremely humiliating.
When Wen Shijie saw the silver coin on the ground, his hand paused for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and continued to pick up his papers.
Wang Ming smiled and said, "Brother Wen, why don't you pick it up? Don't you think it's worth a few taels? That's right, I just heard that aunt say that you seem to owe her more than three taels, right? How about this, I'll give you some more..."
"That's enough." Xu Qingyun couldn't bear it any longer and stepped forward with a frown, saying, "Brother Wang, there's no need to humiliate me like this!"
Wang Ming saw that it was Xu Qingyun and said unhappily, "Xu Qingyun, if it weren't for me, how could I be the superior? I'm talking to Brother Wen, why are you butting in? Get out of here."
Wang Ming and Xu Qingyun were both in difficult situations in Shanhongtang, and they came from the same place. But compared to Xu Qingyun's dullness, Wang Ming was more scheming, and he had chosen his "backers" early on.
This means that he has the highest and best official position among the few people.
Xu Qingyun is still under his command.
Xu Qingyun opened his mouth, but finally squatted down and wanted to help Wen Shijie pick up the things, but Wang Ming pulled him up: "Who are you? Who is he? Don't embarrass me."
Xu Qingyun frowned and wanted to say something.
Chen Yu, standing aside, smiled and said, "Yes, Brother Xu, things are different now. Our status with Brother Wen is indeed different now. Even if you condescend to help me, I may not appreciate it. Why don't you see if you have any money and pool your money together? Maybe I will be grateful to you."
“That’s right…”
The others behind him nodded in agreement.
Only then did Wang Ming smile with satisfaction.
Just looking at Wen Shijie who was holding a pile of scrolls, and then glancing at his own one or two taels of silver on the ground, Wang Ming said with a gloomy look: "Brother Wen, what do you mean by this? You don't really think highly of my one or two taels, do you?"
"Oh, then everyone has to chip in together. If we can gather three or two pieces, Brother Wen will probably be willing to pick up some." Chen Yu immediately smiled and started to make arrangements to 'pool' money, which made everyone else laugh.
The laughter was particularly harsh in the alley.
Even the dumbest neighbors who were hiding around and eavesdropping could see what was going on. These were not rich friends like brothers, but were simply trying to humiliate people.
But no one dared to step forward.
After all, anyone with eyes can see that these people are not ordinary people. Who would dare to cause trouble?
Wen's mother was shaking with anger.
Although Wen Shijie had no expression on his face, his hands holding the scroll were unconsciously clenched tightly, and his entire face was tense, as if he was holding back something.
"Come on, here are three or two."
Chen Yu took three taels of silver and walked over to Wen Shijie. The next moment, the silver in his hand also fell to the ground: "Ouch, how did it fall? Brother Wen, please pick it up. It adds up to four taels, and there's still some left..."
"Ha ha……"
Just then.
"Shua"
A cold light flashed by.
No one had reacted to what was happening, and some were even still laughing, until Chen Yu felt something falling from above his head. His head felt light and a chill ran down his spine...
Only then did he subconsciously raise his hand and touch his head.
The smoothness in his hand made him stunned for a moment, because he didn't react until he touched it back and forth twice, and then looked down to see the familiar black hair on the ground.
"ah--"
Chen Yu let out a scream.
"My hair, my hair..."
"Who was laughing just now?" A cold voice sounded behind them.
They saw a young man in white brocade clothes, holding a long sword and looking at them, with a smile on his handsome lips.
Wang Ming and others looked back and their expressions changed instantly.
"Yang Huaijin!"
"Brother Yang!"
Yang Huaijin glanced at the people present, and saw the long sword in his hand turn, and a special sword flower passed by in front of their eyes.
Wang Ming and others only felt a flash of cold light.
They were so frightened that they subconsciously squatted on the ground, holding their heads tightly with both hands, shouting: "Don't touch my hair."
Now, everyone in the capital city knows Yang Huaijin, the hair-shaving maniac.
He cuts people's hair if they disagree with him.
I thought that after becoming an official, he would at least be more restrained!
But who knew that Yang Huaijin was not an ordinary person at all.
Not only did the former fool become the top scholar in the imperial examination, but he also didn't hold an official position in the Hanlin Academy or somewhere like that. Instead, he held a position by the emperor's side that he had never even heard of.
I thought it was a nominal position, a humiliating position almost like that of a eunuch.
Wang Ming and others didn't know how many times they laughed out loud at that time, but they felt refreshed every time they talked about it.
But who knew...
But Yang Huaijin quickly slapped all of them in the face.
Yang Messenger.
That really is an 'envoy', the emperor's envoy.
His one word was worth ten or a hundred words from those high-ranking officials in the court.
That would have been fine, but the problem was that the emperor doted on him. Not long ago, he allowed him to carry a long sword into court and even cut off the hair of an old minister on the spot.
I heard that the old minister was so ashamed and angry that he almost hit the throne.
Later, some people wanted to make a fuss about his father's vulgarity. Yang Huaijin actually shaved the minister's hair on the minister's way home. Although he had his face covered at the time, his skill in shaving hair was unmatched in the capital.
Wang Ming used to think that was just exaggeration.
But when he felt a chill in his head, he realized how fast Yang Huaijin's "craftsmanship" was...
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