As Ye Feiyun spoke, he grabbed Qian Youwei's chubby face and pulled it out.
Qian Youwei cried out in pain, "Ouch, Master Ye, be gentle, be gentle, be gentle."
"Let me tell you, when have I, Ye Feiyun, ever suffered such a loss?
Do you really think I don't know that this rice comes from our rice shop in Beijing?
Or do you think I, Ye Feiyun, am a fool?
Or are you telling the thousands of people in the capital that they are all fools?"
At this moment, Qian Youwei's eyes were full of fear. He never thought that Ye Feiyun had already seen through it, but was just joking with him before.
"You, Master Ye, you...you...what do you mean?"
"What do I mean? I don't mean anything else. I just want to tell you that you have to spit out what happened today, whether you want to or not."
Bang!
Qian Youwei fell to the ground suddenly, his eyes full of fear, and he supported himself on the ground with both hands.
At this point, his last bit of psychological defense was broken.
He didn't expect that Ye Feiyun had already seen through everything.
"Young Master Ye...Young Master Ye, then...then...what do you mean?" Qian Youwei broke out in a cold sweat and kept thinking about a way out.
Although this matter was led by Liu Guang and his son, he himself could not escape responsibility.
If Ye Feiyun really pursues the matter, how should I explain it?
How can we resolve this situation?
How can I protect my fat head?
Ye Feiyun looked at him coldly without saying a word. He just walked quickly to the square table beside him, pulled out a pack of paper and pen, and threw it in front of Qian Youwei with a clang.
"Write it."
"What to write?" Qian Youwei stuttered.
"Write about how this rice flowed out of the big money rice shop?
Where does this rice come from?
Do you want me to teach you how to write?
We, the Ye family, just used the silver donated to buy rice and sent it to the refugee camp. Liu Masheng, the disaster relief officer outside the capital, immediately sent the rice back to you, and then you resold it to the people in the capital at a high price.
"Am I clear enough?" Ye Feiyun said word by word.
Every word was like a sword piercing Qian Youwei's heart. He looked at Ye Feiyun in horror and amazement.
At this moment, he was completely panicked and thought to himself that it was all over.
If he still can't see that Ye Feiyun has investigated the matter thoroughly, then he really should bang his head against the wall. This brain is not suitable for doing business.
"Young Master Ye... I deserve to die, I deserve to die." Qian Youwei threw the pen and paper aside, banging his head on the ground with a loud bang, and fear was revealed in his voice.
Now Ye Feiyun has obtained so much evidence. Needless to say, as long as he reports this matter to His Majesty Mu Tianhao, Liu Guang and his son and Qian Youwei will definitely lose their heads.
Seeing Qian Youwei begging for mercy, Ye Feiyun remained unmoved. He just crossed his legs and leaned against the wooden table with a leisurely look on his face.
As the muffled clanging sounds continued to ring out, Ye Ding and Batian, who were standing outside the door, couldn't help but look sideways as someone came in.
Just now, they heard the conversation between Ye Feiyun and Qian Youwei clearly outside the door.
It seems that this matter has been resolved.
By the time the clanging sounds started, Qian Youwei's chubby face had lost its usual arrogance, and was replaced by a look of fear. He was terrified, and his heart was almost broken.
The full, broad, white forehead was now covered in blood, and the floor tiles were almost cracked.
"Master Qian, Boss Qian, there's no need to break your head. It won't work.
I don't want your head, I want the heads of Liu Guang and his son." Ye Feiyun stood up and said with interest.
At this moment, Qian Youwei, who finally understood Ye Feiyun's purpose, did not dare to delay and said, "Okay, okay, Master Ye, I'll write it, I'll write it."
How could Qian Youwei dare to delay any longer? Ye Feiyun had just told him that as long as he wrote down all the evidence honestly, he might be kind enough to let him go.
But if he doesn't cooperate, both he and Liu Guang will lose their heads.
Qian Youwei was originally a fence-sitter who changed his stance according to the wind. Faced with Ye Feiyun's threat, he naturally did not dare to delay.
In a moment, two pages of petition were filled with words, and the names of Liu Guang and Liu Bing, father and son, were written clearly on almost every line.
Ye Feiyun took the paper and pen and took a quick look. "Ha, good job, Boss Qian explained it clearly enough."
"That's right, that's right." Qian Youwei agreed with a smile.
"Okay, see you later." Ye Feiyun didn't care and strode out.
Watching Ye Feiyun leave, Qian Youwei collapsed to the ground with a bang, wiping the cold sweat from his hands, gasping for breath like a bellows.
"What should I do? What should I do?" He thought to himself, it's over. Although he had temporarily passed Ye Feiyun's test, what about Liu Guang and his son? Could they let him go so easily? That was absolutely impossible.
I confessed everything myself.
The names of Liu Guang and Liu Bing, father and son, are on every petition. It is estimated that he can no longer stay in the capital. Even if he escapes Ye Feiyun by chance, will Liu Guang and his son let him go?
Definitely not possible.
It was just that he was forced by the situation just now and there was really no other way. He was afraid that if he didn't agree anymore, the two ferocious men outside the door would beat him to death.
Just when Qian Youwei was about to breathe a sigh of relief, footsteps were heard outside the door.
He looked up in horror, only to see Ye Feiyun coming back with a smile on his face.
"Young Master Ye, you... you... why are you back again?"
Qian Youwei was afraid that Ye Feiyun would change his mind again and take him away.
"No, Boss Qian, I forgot to remind you.
By the way, don’t collect rice from refugees outside the city during this period.
And the silver and rice that you embezzled, give me as much as you have.
I sent people to check during this period and everything is registered.
If even a grain of rice is missing, I will overturn your expensive rice shop!
By the way, I will also dig out the fat from your head piece by piece and use it to fry skewers, understand?"
Ye Feiyun threatened.
Qian Youwei's eyes widened.
After a moment, he nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"I understand, Master Ye, I understand, I understand." The sound of fear echoed back and forth in the room.
"Hmph," Ye Feiyun chuckled and turned away.
Outside the door, the confused people gathered together and talked about it.
"Hey, what do you think this Young Master Ye is doing here?"
"I don't know."
"Do you think he's here to raise the price as well?"
"That's impossible. The Ye family still has to make money from us. We can barely afford to eat a full meal."
"Well, who knows? Don't you understand the principle of mutual protection among officials? Maybe he's here to get a piece of the pie.
After all, who can't see that the price of rice in Beijing is skyrocketing right now, and the price is almost sky-high.
The price of rice has increased eightfold from half a penny of silver per liter. Even a fool can see the huge increase in profits.
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