"Are you the one who's stupid, or do you think I'm stupid?"
Jing Zhe glanced at him coldly and said, "I let you go the moment before, and you're already going back on your word, aren't you?"
"How is that possible?"
Prefect Xu said earnestly, "Chief Jing, we are both officials of Anguo. Don't you trust my integrity?"
"Pah, you think you have any principles?"
Jing Zhe spat dismissively, "If you had any principles, would you have slept with Master Feng's wife?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, both Prefect Xu himself and Madam Feng, whom Jing Zhe claimed to have "played" with, blushed and turned pale.
"Enough with the nonsense. Since you've all agreed, let's settle the restaurant deal first. There's no rush for your clothes!"
"..."
Magistrate Xu was quite old, and being lectured like this by a young man while he was dressed in rags had already made him furious.
"President Jing, we've already agreed to sell the restaurant to you. What more do you want from us?"
"What good are your promises anyway?"
Jing Zhe sneered, "What I want is a written agreement! Otherwise, if you turn your backs on me after I leave this room, who will I complain to?"
Upon hearing this, Magistrate Xu raised an eyebrow slightly, then said seriously, "Chief Jing also said that you want written agreement, but there is no writing brush, ink, paper, or inkstone in this room!"
This is exactly what Magistrate Xu has been waiting for!
Didn't we just tell them not to go out and get their clothes?
Even without writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, isn't it the same?
Either let him go out and get it, or go out and get it yourself; the result will be the same!
Young man, you're too green to play with me!
"You don't need to worry about this!"
Jing Zhe is waiting.
Just now, when Magistrate Xu mentioned writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, he heard the faint sound of the window next door opening. He believed that with Qingqiu's intelligence, she would certainly not disappoint him.
"What, does President Jing carry a writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone with him at all times? If so, then take them out!"
Magistrate Xu said with a mocking smile.
As he spoke, he looked Jing Zhe up and down for a while. He just couldn't believe that Jing Zhe would have such a thing on him—there was nowhere to hide it!
"I didn't bring any, but I know someone else did!"
At that moment, Jing Zhe heard the sound of the door next door opening and then closing, and said with a smile.
Then, he walked to the door, opened the door, and saw the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone placed at the door. Prefect Xu saw them as well, and his mouth dropped open in surprise.
At this moment, he recalled the scream he had heard at the beginning. It was clearly a woman's voice. Coupled with the brush, ink, paper and inkstone that suddenly appeared at the door, he could tell that Jing Zhe had not come alone. There was another woman hiding next door, the kind who could fly over walls!
This was a bit tricky. He glanced at Madam Feng, seemingly resigned to his fate.
"Prefect Xu, Madam Feng, now that we have writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, don't just sit idly by, hurry up and start writing!"
Jing Zhe spread the paper on the table and said.
"Write what?"
Madam Feng gritted her teeth and asked.
"I'll read, you write."
"..."
...
According to Jing Zhe, Madam Feng began to write.
However, Madam Feng heard that the Da'an Newspaper was planning to open a branch in Jiangling. Madam Feng was very politically conscious and had been running the Feng Family Restaurant for many years, so she was willing to give up the best-located Feng Family Restaurant to the Da'an Newspaper.
This document is essentially a transfer agreement, personally drafted by Madam Feng, the head of the Feng Family Restaurant, and signed by Xu Wenchang, the Prefect of Jiangling, making it highly effective.
However, Mrs. Feng stopped writing after only writing half of it.
"That's impossible!"
Putting down her pen, Madam Feng was furious, not caring about the exposed cleavage on her chest, and said with dissatisfaction.
"President Jing, this simply won't work!"
Prefect Xu's face was also ashen, and he said in a cold voice.
Jing Zhe squinted. "What, are you going back on your word? You agreed just now, but now you disagree?"
"We agreed just now because President Jing said it was a business transaction! There has to be a buyer for there to be a seller! But now? President Jing is saying we have to hand over the Feng Family Restaurant to the Da'an Newspaper from scratch? This—how is that possible!"
Prefect Xu said indignantly.
When Jing Zhe acquired Juxianlou in Ruzhou, he didn't spend a single penny. When he arrived in Jiangling, he naturally wanted to do the same, so he asked Madam Feng to write a letter to give him the Feng Family Restaurant.
As a result, neither Madam Feng nor Prefect Xu agreed.
Jing Zhe sneered: "You can refuse, but I'll really shout it!"
Having already figured out their weaknesses, Jing Zhe wasn't afraid of them not obeying!
But this time, something unexpected happened. After he finished speaking, the two looked at each other and then stared at him coldly.
"Go ahead and shout!"
Prefect Xu said in a deep voice.
"..."
This left Jing Zhe at a loss. His original intention was not to expose the two, but to take over the restaurant—although he would have liked to see them exposed, the most important thing now was to take over the Feng family restaurant.
Therefore, Magistrate Xu's attitude put him in a difficult position.
“Prefect Xu, you should think this through. If I were to announce it now, your affair with Madam Feng would be exposed to the public! At that time, Master Feng would surely divorce Madam Feng and kick her out of the Feng family. And with Master Feng’s connections and power, your position as prefect would be very precarious.”
At this point, Jing Zhe paused, giving the two ample time to think, before continuing, "So, do you still dare to make me shout now?"
Upon hearing this, Madam Feng lost her composure and was about to speak when she was stopped by Prefect Xu. Prefect Xu then said in a deep voice, "Chairman Jing is right. If you shout now and passersby see our current predicament, it will inevitably trigger a series of reactions."
At this point, he suddenly changed the subject, saying, "But if we agree to give you the Feng Family Restaurant for free, do you think our fate will be much better than you described?"
"..."
Seeing Jing Zhe deep in thought, Prefect Xu continued, "Although the land deed for the Feng Family Restaurant is in Xiao'e's hands, ultimately it still belongs to the Feng family, to Master Feng. This is common knowledge in Jiangling City. President Jing, do you think Master Feng would agree to hand over the restaurant to you without it going through his hands?"
Jing Zhe, however, said nonchalantly, "What's wrong with that? Just tell Master Feng that Madam Feng is particularly interested in the Da'an Newspaper, and that it is His Majesty's property. It's not unreasonable for Madam Feng to give up the Feng Family Restaurant to support the court."
Besides, if Master Feng disagrees, Madam Feng can simply whisper sweet nothings in his ear tonight. I don't believe Master Feng can resist!
As he spoke, he glanced at Madam Feng's stunning figure, which was on full display.
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