These followers were full of murderous intent. An Jingzhi had already realized that they were not ordinary people. They were probably sent by the old man from the East Factory to protect him.
After seeing the blood, the beggars all started to retreat timidly.
"Master, let's go first."
Seeing that they had the situation under control, An Jingzhi shook his head and pointed at one of the beggars.
"Bring him to me."
Then one of the followers walked fiercely into the group of beggars, and the beggars around them quickly retreated, revealing the beggar.
The beggar was dragged by his followers by the neck and brought to An Jingzhi. An Jingzhi patted his face with a folding fan and said, "I was wondering why you looked so familiar. It turned out to be you. We are really enemies that have met on a narrow road. I just wanted to find you."
The beggar looked at him anxiously, "What are you talking about, sir? I don't know you."
He didn't know An Jingzhi, but An Jingzhi recognized him. This was the beggar leader who led a group of beggars to drive the original owner around, forcing him to beg carefully.
He even wanted to capture Xiaobai and break his legs, so that he could become a beggar.
"What are you doing?" Liu Qianhua's voice suddenly sounded in the alley.
There were several people from the Eastern Depot following behind the other party, but they were all in casual clothes.
Seeing An Jingzhi standing in the crowd, Liu Qianhua hurriedly stepped forward with a smile, "Master, there are beggars everywhere here. It's dirty and smelly. Let's go somewhere else."
"Take this man away and investigate this beggar's den."
Since the other party is from the East Factory, then this matter must be a small matter for them.
Liu Qianhua immediately agreed, "Don't worry, Master. I'll do it right away."
Then, An Jingzhi took his men away.
After no one was around, Xiaobai pulled An Jingzhi away from his entourage. After making sure they couldn't hear their conversation, he whispered, "Brother Jing, don't you notice something's wrong?"
How could An Jingzhi not notice it? He was not blind. How could a Jinyiwei call himself a villain to the son of a merchant?
Maintaining the image of a farmer who had never seen the world, he said blankly, "I didn't notice anything."
Xiaobai looked at him with a look of disappointment and said mysteriously, "That Lord Liu, have you forgotten? He's the Lord of the East Depot! Why is he so respectful to you? I think he's even more respectful to me! Isn't I a merchant? Merchants fear the East Depot the most."
An Jingzhi pondered for a moment and nodded, "You're right, it seems my father's business is very big!"
Xiaobai felt a lump in his throat and looked at him speechlessly.
The two men thought they spoke in a low voice, but in fact the followers not far away heard it clearly.
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After listening to the servant's report, An Zhongyi thought to himself that he really had to find a time to explain his identity to his son. Otherwise, if someone found out and then ran to his son to sow discord between them, it would be more trouble than it would take.
Seeing An Jingzhi leisurely coming in from outside, looking like a young master from a noble family, An Zhongyi smiled with satisfaction, "My son, come here quickly."
An Jingzhi walked forward a few steps, sat down on the table next to the other person, picked up the tea on the table and drank it.
The people next to An Zhongyi wanted to say something when they saw his unruly look, but were stopped by An Zhongyi's eyes.
Then, seeing that An Jingzhi liked the cakes on the table, An Zhongyi told the people around him to go down and get some more.
Zhang Baotian had been in the air a few days ago, and didn't know much about the sudden appearance of the young master. While going to get the pastries, he asked the people around him for information.
After inquiring, Zhang Baotian broke out in a cold sweat. When he heard that there was a young master in the mansion before, he thought he was a godson or something like that. After all, eunuchs liked to have godsons, and he himself had many godsons. He didn't expect that the other party was actually the factory owner's biological son.
Zhang Baotian didn't know whether the young master had seen what he had just done. If he had, he might make things difficult for him and have an opinion of him.
Even the factory manager will feel disgusted with him.
With a nervous mood, he personally brought the pastries and placed them in front of An Jingzhi in a flattering manner.
An Jingzhi was so busy eating the cakes on the table that he didn't see anything at all.
He just felt that the eunuch beside his father was worthy of doing this job. His smile was very flattering, but not disgusting or fawning.
The details were well controlled, and An Jingzhi even looked at him with admiration.
Zhang Baotian immediately felt relieved. Seeing the young master like this, he probably didn't care about what happened just now.
"Son, Dad wants to tell you something." An Zhongyi said kindly.
"What's the matter? Dad, tell me." After taking a sip of tea, An Jingzhi looked up at the other person.
"I sent someone to my hometown. The feng shui of your mother's grave is average. I want to move her grave to the capital so that it will be more convenient for us to pay our respects there. What do you think?"
This is a good thing. He and An Zhongyi have both come to the capital, and there is no one in his hometown. In the future, there will be no one to burn paper or visit his mother's grave.
An Jingzhi agreed without hesitation, "Sure, Dad. After we move the grave, let's go see my mom together. She's been waiting for you for ten years."
An Zhongyi lowered his eyes in shame, "Okay, let's go see her together."
After talking about this topic, An Zhongyi thought of another thing.
"Son, what are your plans for the future? I heard that you seem to be very interested in business?" An Zhongyi asked.
An Jingzhi is not interested in anything. He just wants to be the domineering son of the Ninth Thousand Year Old Emperor. With such a powerful father, why should he make any effort?
But there is one thing we must prepare for, to prepare for the emperor's next move when he finally gets rid of his wealth!
An Jingzhi shook his head. "Dad, didn't you say you were a businessman? We haven't seen each other for so long. I want to get to know you better. I'm not really interested in business matters." He paused, lowering his head in grievance. "I've been dependent on you since I was little, and I can't even read. I really don't know what I can do."
His attitude made An Zhongyi so distressed that he couldn't stop crying. He quickly pulled his son to comfort him, "It's okay, it's okay. Daddy doesn't have anything to worry about. My son just needs to eat well, drink well, sleep well, grow up healthy and have a family. Daddy will be happy."
Then, fearing that the other party's self-esteem would be hurt, An Zhongyi carefully asked, "Son, do you want to learn to read and write?"
An Jingzhi shook his head hurriedly, almost shaking like a rattle.
"No..." An Jingzhi swallowed his words back as he spoke, and replaced them with an aggrieved look. "My son is already old. I heard people say that it's easier to learn words when you're young, but it's hard to learn those words when you grow up."
Seeing An Zhongyi wanted to say something, An Jingzhi looked at him aggrievedly, "Dad, you feel embarrassed to have an illiterate son." He pursed his lips, "Does it make you lose face?"
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