Chapter 292 Calligraphy and Painting
What Yan Changwen meant by his words was that he acknowledged the relationship between Anju Real Estate Bank and himself.
Zhu Lan pretended not to know and replied, "This matter concerns people's livelihood, and should have been reported to the emperor long ago. However, I have not yet thought of a response strategy, and I dare not talk about it in front of the emperor, so I just reported it today."
Yan Changwen nodded in understanding, and Zhu Lan stood behind him with his eyes lowered.
Having said this, the position has been made clear.
Zhu Lan thought Yan Changwen would be unhappy and had prepared himself mentally, but he didn't expect that the other party would just laugh and walk away, leaving Zhu Lan where he was.
Looking at that back figure, Zhu Lan's eyes darkened slightly.
Compared to the Crown Prince, the mind of His Royal Highness Prince Qi is much more difficult to guess. When dealing with such a person, one must be extremely careful.
…
When Yan Changwen walked out of the palace gate, a carriage was already waiting outside.
After Yan Changwen got on the carriage, it did not go in the direction of Prince Qi's Mansion, but instead turned to a secluded place outside the palace. Soon, a man dressed as a commoner came up and put his ear to the window of the carriage.
Yan Changwen's calm voice came through the curtain.
"Go to the Ministry of Revenue and take back all the things that were sent."
"Your Highness, why is this..."
"Oh, our number one scholar has reported this matter to the emperor today, and he even mentioned the name of the woman. Now that the emperor is paying attention, we can't touch her."
Yan Changwen was silent for a moment, "Go ahead, I have other plans for the account book."
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Ministry of Revenue, Ministry of Finance.
The door of Min Yuan's office was wide open, and there were many officials outside watching the fun.
"Mr. Qiao, this is a letter of accusation that someone sent anonymously to the Ministry of Revenue this morning, saying that you are corrupt and accepting bribes." Min Yuan threw a letter on the table and motioned for Qiao Youyou to read it herself.
Qiao Youyou took the letter with a cold face, opened it, read two lines and sneered, "Master Min, what is said in this letter is totally groundless and obviously a frame-up. Do you believe this?"
Min Yuan softened his expression and said, "Although there is no evidence in the letter, His Majesty has always been disgusted with corruption. Since someone has reported you, we have to go through the process to investigate anyway. I hope you will cooperate."
Qiao Youyou shrugged, "Investigate if you want. A person with a clear conscience has nothing to fear. Investigate as much as you want."
"Okay, then according to the rules, you will not be allowed to handle any official business in the government office from today onwards. Hand over all the account books in your hands to Doctor Zhao..."
"Why?!" Qiao Youyou asked back immediately. The account books in her hands were all evidence!
"This is the court's rule. You are now subject to investigation, so you must stop all official duties."
Min Yuan walked up to her and said to her in a soothing tone, "I also believe that you are innocent. Don't worry, it will only take a few days. Once we investigate, everything will be fine. It just so happens that the Minister's birthday is coming soon. You should concentrate on practicing the song these few days..."
Of course Qiao Youyou disagreed, and an argument was about to break out.
At this time, a minor official came in from outside and whispered something in Min Yuan's ear. Min Yuan's eyes immediately turned and kept looking at Qiao Youyou.
After the clerk left, Qiao Youyou still wanted to argue with her, but Min Yuan suddenly smiled at her and picked up the letter of accusation on the table.
"Mr. Qiao, I think what you said makes sense. The letter is indeed fantastic, and I cannot suspend and investigate my subordinates based on a few rumors.
Well, I will suppress this matter for you, you can go back and do your work. "
Qiao Youyou: “Huh?”
Min Yuan let me go just like that? Maybe there was some conspiracy.
Min Yuan indicated that she could really leave.
"...inexplicable." Qiao Youyou muttered, turned and left.
After Qiao Youyou left, Min Yuan picked up a pen and wrote something on the rice paper. After writing, he shook his head, crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can.
Then his eyes stopped on the wastebasket, and he suddenly had a strange feeling that there seemed to be fewer pieces of paper in the wastebasket.
But it was only a momentary feeling, and Min Yuan soon believed that he had remembered it wrong and stopped worrying about such a trivial matter.
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After finishing her shift, Qiao Youyou left the Ministry of Revenue early, but did not head home.
She came to the calligraphy and painting shop she passed by on the day she delivered the plaque and knocked on the counter, but the owner, Chen San, still looked indifferent.
Qiao Youyou glanced at the calligraphy and painting fans hanging on the wall, pointed at one of the ordinary fans and asked, "Boss, how much is that fan?"
Chen San raised his eyelids, looked at her briefly, and said in a long tone that she couldn't afford it.
Qiao Youyou was not angry either. She just unfolded a few crumpled pieces of paper in front of Chen San and asked with a smile, "Then can you take a look at my calligraphy? Can I hang it in your shop for consignment?"
When Chen San saw the words, his expression changed immediately. He stood up and looked at Qiao Youyou again, and asked carefully: "Miss, who are you..."
"You don't need to care who I am." Qiao Youyou put his hands behind his back, looking mysterious, "Someone asked me to consign these words to sell. Just tell me if it's okay."
Chen San carefully took the crumpled papers with both hands. Some of the papers were even torn, and the large characters written on them looked like just random practice.
When Qiao Youyou was handing over the paper, she accidentally dropped something on the ground. She immediately squatted down to pick it up and put it back into her sleeve.
Chen San was very smart. He saw at a glance that it was a government sign with the word "Hu" on it. He felt more relieved, but pretended to be ignorant.
He carefully read the words on the papers, and when he looked up again, he seemed to see the God of Wealth. He nodded to Qiao Youyou repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes! Miss, please wait a moment."
Chen San took out a small notebook and a pen from under the counter, handed them to Qiao Youyou, and asked her to register the consignment information.
"My hands are sore after a busy day on official business. Please write." Qiao Youyou put on airs.
Chen San agreed immediately, but he was more careful when he picked up the pen.
"Girl, the consignor's name..."
"Can we just leave Lord Min's name casually?" Qiao Youyou glared at him, "Write Anonymous!"
"Okay..." Chen San picked up the pen and started writing, no longer having any doubts in his mind.
Qiao Youyou glanced at him with a stern face and smiled inwardly. Lan Lan was indeed thoughtful and made plans in advance. She had thought about the possible situations and how to deal with them. Otherwise, she would never have thought of so many twists and turns.
Chen San looked up again and asked her how much she planned to consign the items for, with a hint of anticipation on his face as he asked the question.
Qiao Youyou was a little impatient and knocked her knuckles on the table twice, "Follow the old rules."
"Okay!" Chen San couldn't suppress his smile. He would get a tenth commission from the consignment of the calligraphy and painting, so the price would naturally be as high as possible within the selling range.
So he wrote directly at the top of the page, "five hundred taels of silver", which made Qiao Youyou gasp in amazement.
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