"President Jing, you mustn't!"
Seeing that Jing Zhe wouldn't listen to him at all, Song Baiyun quickly took two steps and came directly in front of him, saying earnestly, "This used to be the residence of the Imperial Academy. Even though it's now the Da'an Newspaper Office, everyone here is a scholar. President Jing's violent behavior is probably not a good influence!"
Can these idiots be considered scholars?
Jing Zhe almost laughed out of anger, and glanced at Song Baiyun: "What, Grand Scholar Song, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, Song Baiyun broke out in a cold sweat.
Yesterday, Emperor An said that his direct superior was Emperor An. Apart from Emperor An, he was not responsible to anyone else, nor was he under anyone's command. He was not Emperor An, so how could he dare to teach him how to do things?
He chuckled awkwardly twice, then said seriously, "President Jing, how dare I teach you how to do things? I just want to remind you that Wu Pin's grandfather was Minister Wu of the Ministry of War, and Wu Pin's father was Wu Mou, a Grand Academician of the Imperial Academy."
Since the Da'an Newspaper Office is so close to the Imperial Academy, and we'll be helping each other out a lot in the future, and we'll be seeing each other all the time, wouldn't it be awkward if things got too tense?
Song Baiyun's "well-intentioned" reminder actually meant the same thing as Wu Pin's earlier suggestion—just to scare him!
But Jing Zhe ignored him completely. His gaze turned cold, and he stepped on Wu Pin's shoulder. With a little force, Wu Pin was pinned to the ground.
"If I touch him, who can stop me, who dares to stop me?"
"..."
Song Baiyun remained silent, looking at Jing Zhe with a complicated expression.
He thought he understood him, but now he feels like he doesn't understand him at all!
It seems that once he makes up his mind, no matter who is in front of him, nothing can stop him.
Qi Gulong is no good, and Wu Pin is even worse!
He then realized why he had asked for the Emperor's Sword yesterday.
With the Emperor's Sword by his side, who can stop him, and who dares to stop him?
"Use your face to wipe it clean!"
"..."
Wu Pin lay on the ground, looked up and met Jing Zhe's sharp gaze. For some reason, he became timid and lost all his previous confidence.
However, as the grandson of the Vice Minister of War and the son of the Grand Secretary of Wenyuan, he absolutely could not do something that would disgrace his family!
Wipe his trouser leg with your face?
If word gets out, it will be a disgrace to the Wu family!
So, with his neck stiffened, he retorted defiantly, "Impossible!"
"Ha, I didn't expect the Wu family to have such a tough guy. I'm not exaggerating, you're tougher than your grandfather! Oh, I misspoke, any man is tougher than him, he's no good."
As he spoke, Jing Zhe shook his head.
"You—you've gone too far! How dare you insult my grandfather?"
Upon hearing Jing Zhe's words, Wu Pin was both furious and excited!
What's infuriating is that Wu Xianyong is the flagship figure of the Wu family, the head of the family, and backed by the Prince of Xiang. How could he tolerate being slandered so easily?
What's exciting is that he was the one who offended Jing Zhe first today. If things really escalated, he wouldn't gain much advantage. But Jing Zhe insulted his grandfather, so no matter if he's in the right or not, he'll be in deep trouble!
"insult?"
Jing Zhe shook his head. "I'm just telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can ask Grand Secretary Song if Vice Minister Wu is impotent. Isn't any random man more capable than him?"
"..."
Song Baiyun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"Nonsense, utter nonsense!"
As he spoke, he walked out. He couldn't handle this mess, and he didn't want to either, for fear of being accidentally hurt by Jing Zhe.
"..."
Wu Pin was also stunned: Song Baiyun just left like that, then who can stop him?
"Alright, it's clean now, go ahead and wipe it!"
Jing Zhe reminded him again.
"snort!"
Wu Pin stiffened his neck, maintaining his last bit of stubbornness.
"Ha, that's got guts!"
After Jing Zhe finished speaking, he kicked Wu Pin to the ground, then stepped on his head, squatted down, picked up his robe, and wiped his face several times before he was satisfied.
After getting up, he spat in Wu Pin's face as well, and said with dissatisfaction, "These clothes were sewn by my second sister herself. Luckily you didn't actually vomit, otherwise I could have killed you."
"..."
You didn't vomit, and you expect me to wipe it with my face?
Wu Pin wanted to curse, but his face and mouth were at Jing Zhe's feet, so he couldn't say anything. Moreover, although Jing Zhe's words "I can kill you" were spoken lightly, they were incredibly intimidating to him—it seemed that he really dared to kill him!
After saying this, Jing Zhe pulled his foot back and coldly surveyed the crowd.
"From today onwards, I'm in charge here. If you can't stand it, you can leave now."
His gaze then turned icy as he swept over everyone again. Those who were looked at by him dared not look him in the eye and lowered their heads.
However, no one left.
Although these unemployed scholars did not have official titles or ranks, it was still a prestigious profession. Ordinary people would fight tooth and nail to get in, and their families had to go to great lengths to get them in. Who would dare to leave easily?
Moreover, Wu Pin didn't say he wanted to leave even after being so insulted, so they were even less willing to leave.
"Okay, nobody wants to leave, right? Very good. You don't have to leave, but I'm telling you in advance, if you want to stay, then you'd better work hard. If I tell you to come at dawn, you come at dawn; if I tell you to leave at dusk, you leave at dusk. A minute earlier or a minute later, you'll end up like him! Do you understand?"
After hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
This seems a bit like the management style in military camps.
"I heard you!"
The first to answer were the Grand Secretaries of the Baohe Academy, who had been standing pitifully in the corner just moments before. They immediately stepped forward.
Before Jing Zhe, they had lived a miserable life here. They were all talented men like Chen Jiannan, and they thought they could make a name for themselves here. But they never expected to be bullied by a group of rich young masters.
Jing Zhe's appearance was like that of a savior, so of course they wanted to support him.
Jing Zhe glanced at them with great satisfaction, then roared at the idle scholars.
"Are you all mute? I'm asking you a question, didn't you hear me, huh?"
As he spoke, Jing Zhe had already arrived among these people.
Seemingly still replaying the scene of Jing Zhe "abusing" Wu Pin in their minds, everyone was extremely wary of him. Even a single glance from him at close range sent shivers down their spines, and they stammered, "I...I heard it..."
"Didn't you eat? Speak louder to me!"
As he spoke, Jing Zhe kicked the burly man who had just gotten up from the ground. The poor man was injured three times and fell to the ground again.
"I heard you!"
Everyone was clearly frightened, their mental defenses were completely broken down by Jing Zhe, and they shouted at the top of their lungs.
"Damn it, what a bunch of idiots!"
Jing Zhe cursed with satisfaction.
"Young Master, did you call me?"
The simpleton walked up and asked earnestly.
"roll!"
"..."
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