Chapter 637: People Are Riding on Our Necks and Shitting
Gu Junze didn't even raise his eyelids, but just raised his left hand casually.
“Crack!”
Gu Junze grasped the thug's fist in his palm. His entire arm was twisted at a strange angle, the white bones even piercing the flesh.
"ah--!"
Another thug who rushed up was so frightened by the horrifying scene that he slipped and fell flat on his face.
Scar Liu's pupils shrank into needle points, and his momentum to rush forward was abruptly stopped.
It was so fast that he couldn't even see how the other party made the move.
This isn't a fight, this is a crushing defeat.
This man is so amazing...
Gu Junze let go of his hand, letting the thug with a broken arm collapse on the ground like a puddle of mud, hugging his arm and wailing.
He slowly raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Scar Liu.
There was no murderous intent in his gaze, only indifference, like a person looking at an ant blocking their way.
"Do you want to smash it again?" he asked calmly.
Scarface's legs went limp, and his throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in it. He couldn't utter a word, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead like a waterfall.
The accomplices behind him were so frightened that they turned pale and crawled backwards, wishing they had never been here.
Chu Ruohan didn't even move her eyes from beginning to end.
She walked around the thug lying on the ground and came to the table, her eyes sweeping over the frightened weavers.
"Next."
The middle-aged man who was pushed to the ground reacted, straightened his back, strode forward, and wrote his name heavily on the registration paper.
The weavers regrouped and silently walked around the thugs groaning on the ground.
After receiving the news, Manager Wang went to the Lin Mansion again.
"Boss! Boss!"
Behind the desk, Mr. Lin was slowly and methodically wiping a teacup from the official kiln of the previous dynasty with a soft cloth.
Shopkeeper Wang had a sad face and quickly recounted the story.
"waste!"
Lin Wanjin suddenly threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.
“Bang!”
The precious official kiln porcelain was shattered into pieces in an instant.
"You are a bunch of dogs, but you can't even guard the door!"
Lin Wanjin paced back and forth in the room, the muscles on his face twitching slightly with anger.
He knew this time was different.
In the past, those who came to Jinguan City hoping to get a piece of the pie were either driven away by him with money or squeezed out by him using tricks.
But this time the guy is a tough one!
"No, this matter must be made known to the prefect!"
Lin Wanjin grabbed an outer robe and hurried out.
The prefectural government office, back hall.
The prefect Chen Taimo was standing by the window, teasing a yellow oriole in a cage.
After listening to Lin Wanjin's exaggerated crying, he didn't even move his eyelids, but slowly added some millet to the bird feeder.
"Lao Lin, what's the hurry?"
Lin Wanjin was so anxious that he was sweating profusely: "Sir, this is not urgent? People are already riding on our necks and shitting!"
"That couple, whose origins are unknown, offered thousands of taels of silver without blinking an eye. They organized that Weaving Girl Competition, which is clearly an attempt to dig up our roots!"
"You sent a gift, and they just crippled my men! This isn't a slap in the face to me, it's a slap in the face to you, sir!"
Chen Taimo finally turned around, walked to the tea table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.
"sit."
Lin Wanjin couldn't sit still.
Chen Taimo took a sip of tea and an unfathomable smile appeared on his face.
"Merchants from other places come to steal our business. This kind of thing hasn't happened often in recent years. In every case, you and I team up and eat them all to the bone."
"Why can't you keep your composure this time?"
"But this time it's different!" Lin Wanjin gritted his teeth, "They are too cruel!"
"Ruthless?" Chen Taimo sneered, "Ruthless is better."
He put down his teacup and drummed his fingers rhythmically on the table.
"Think about it, those weavers are all hiding their skills. How can we find out who has some unique skills?"
"Now that someone is willing to spend a lot of money to take out all the goods in their stomachs and put them on the table for us to see clearly, isn't this a good thing?"
Lin Wanjin was stunned and couldn't understand what was going on for a moment.
Chen Taimo looked at him as if he was looking at a stupid fool.
"Let them make a fuss. The bigger the better. Wait until they've finished competing in those 'lost skills' and are ranked first, second, and third. Then we'll intervene."
"When the time comes, this government will issue a document stating that in order to 'protect and pass on' Jinguan City's precious weaving skills, a 'Government-run Weaving Association' will be established, bringing all outstanding weavers and patterns under unified government management."
"Tell me, will those weavers listen to him, a foreign merchant, or to me, the prefect?"
The corner of Chen Taimo's mouth curled up slightly.
"They take the trouble to plant the trees, and all we have to do is pick the peaches when the season arrives. It saves time and effort, and we also gain a reputation for being a skilled craftsman."
Lin Wanjin took a deep breath when he heard this, and the panic in his heart was immediately replaced by excitement.
High! Really high!
But he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.
"Your Excellency is wise. But... I always feel that those two people are not that simple."
"He's just a traveling merchant." Chen Taimo waved his hand dismissively. "If he were a dragon in the waters of Jinguan City, he'd have to coil himself!"
Lin Wanjin came out of the magistrate's back hall with a lot on his mind.
As soon as I walked around the screen wall, I bumped into someone head-on.
"Ouch!"
"You have no eyes!" a frivolous voice sounded.
Lin Wanjin looked up and saw the young man in front of him, dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a handsome face. He was none other than Chen Jing, the only son of the prefect Chen Taimo.
Chen Taimo had many wives and concubines, but he only had this one precious son, who was spoiled since childhood and developed a lawless character.
This Chen Jing looks like a decent person, but he has a habit that is not presentable.
He is not interested in women or gambling, and prefers married women.
The more married the woman was, the more exciting he found it.
Chen Jing glanced at Lin Wanjin and asked lazily, "Uncle Lin, what's got you so anxious? Did my dad scold you?"
Lin Wanjin's eyes rolled, he stepped forward and lowered his voice, "A foreign businessman has come to the city, trying to steal our business."
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