Chapter 225 My Target Is Your Boss

"Sir, don't you want to eat?"

When Xie Wentong went out, his wife asked in surprise. eight??

"I have something to go out."

Xie Wentong's footsteps were vain, and he saw a carriage as soon as he left the gate.

Fang Wu appeared again like a ghost, "Master Xie, my young master is in the car."

Xie Wentong thought about stretching out his head and slashing his head, and also slashing his head back, so he got into the carriage.

Fang Xing in the car was reading a book. The cover of the book was "Shang Shu Zhu", which made Xie Wentong secretly admire him.

Look at Fang Xing, who has clearly cut off the road to the imperial examination, but is still diligent in studying, no wonder he can be the teacher of the emperor's grandson!

"coming…"

Fang Xing closed the book reluctantly, and the moment the book was closed, he could see a few words: Slave is exhausted, dear...

This literati writes books, he really is promiscuous but not prostitute!

I don't know how much better than those screams throughout the article.

Xie Wentong smirked nervously: "Mr. Fang is still studying in the city at this time, he is really a role model for my generation!"

Fang Xing put the book away, lifted the curtain to look outside, and then slowly said: "Master Xie, your death is coming!"

"Boom!"

Xie Wentong was terrified, and wanted to get up in a hurry, but he hit the roof of the carriage, which made Fang Xing feel a little heartbroken.

Made! Go home and check to see if he cracked it.

After Xie Wentong sat down, he immediately changed from sitting to kneeling, bowed and said: "Mr. Fang, the lower official is just following the arrangement of the upper official, and the crime is not worthy of death!"

At this time, Xie Wentong was thinking about Zhu Zhanji.

It would be too easy for the grandson of the emperor to find a crime to kill him.

Fang Xing saw this guy's face, and couldn't help but sigh at how quickly Daming's officialdom had fallen.

Even the heads of Lao Zhu who killed corrupt officials back then,

But human greed is inexhaustible.

Does Ming Dynasty have upright officials now?

There must be, but the number is dwindling at an impressive rate.

Xie Wentong's own butt was not clean, and Fang Xing had a handle on him, so he didn't even want his dignity, and just knelt down and begged for mercy.

Ugly!

Fang Xing rubbed his forehead and said, "Your hands and feet are not clean, your confession is still in my hand..."

Xie Wentong was shocked, and immediately leaned over and said: "Please forgive me once, Mr. Fang, I will definitely change my mind and start a new life after this."

A stern guy!

Fang Xing was worried about the night ban, so he said, "I'll tell you the truth, I'm not going to let this matter go easily, and the target is your boss..."

So the target is not me!

Xie Wentong, who escaped from the dead, had no time to wipe off his cold sweat, so he quickly expressed his loyalty.

"Mr. Fang, Lin Zhiyuan used various methods to force down three restaurants before. This is an unforgivable crime!"

Only three?

Fang Xing thought there must be at least a dozen of them, but Lin Zhiyuan is just an ordinary person, it's not worth spending energy on him.

"There's nothing to say..."

Fang Xing said quietly, and took out a pen and paper at the same time.

Xie Wentong took the pen and paper, and after licking his fill of ink, he began to write Miao Yuan's criminal evidence without hesitation.

Fang Xing looked at Xie Wenqiang who was crouching in the carriage writing hard, and couldn't help feeling that he really couldn't get his head around it.

If Xie Wentong's first confession was a young one, which was a bit difficult and troublesome, then the second time he behaved like a battle-tested woman, with a lot more initiative.

Xie Wentong is Miao Yuan's confidant, otherwise he wouldn't be allowed to use his official status to blackmail people, so he also knows Miao Yuan very well.

When he saw that there was not enough writing on one piece of paper, Fang Xing handed over another piece of paper, then picked up the written one and looked at it carefully.

Tut tut! Good memory!

It said that Miao Yuan took bribes and used his power to resell the materials of Guanglu Temple, and it was detailed down to a chicken and a jar of wine.

Moreover, there are even the name of the briber and the reason for the source, so it can be directly used for trial.

It took Xie Wentong three sheets of paper to finish writing. After the signature was postponed, he looked up expectantly, only to see Fang Xing looking at him with creepy eyes.

What a horror!

Fang Xing believed that Xie Wentong must be humble and loyal in front of Miao Yuan, but when faced with threats, this person immediately changed his face, the speed of the change was surprising.

Xie Wentong was a little uncomfortable being stared at by this stare, and only half-paid said anxiously: "Mr. Fang, my officer..."

Fang Xing said expressionlessly: "You resign, I'll keep you safe."

After seeing this criminal evidence, no one would think that Miao Yuan could survive, and as his confidant, Xie Wentong would inevitably bring disaster to Chi Yu.

Xie Wentong heard the ominous meaning from the words, his nose came down immediately, and he begged: "Mr. Fang, I am really wronged! These things were all done by Miao Yuan, and I have only handled them a few times... "

This person had a runny nose but no tears, which made Fang Xing a little sick.

"Go ahead and do as I tell you."

Fang Xing waved his hand, like chasing away a fly.

Fang Xing felt that it would be impossible for Xie Wentong to confess today if there was no previous charge against him.

This is fishing!

Step by step, he fished Xie Wentong into his palm, and finally hit him so hard that he lost control of his mind and had to succumb.

Including meeting Xie Wentong in the poorly lit carriage today, Fang had thought about all these details before waking up.

Compared with Xie Wentong's lost soul, Zhu Zhanji seems a little high-spirited recently.

Since Zhu Di agreed to take him to the Northern Expedition, he also let him participate in some political affairs.

"Brother Dehua, although those people speak respectfully, they treat me with contempt..."

Zhu Zhanji said in distress, and picked up a piece of dried persimmon on the plate, chewing hard, with a look of deep hatred.

Fang Xing said lazily: "In the eyes of those people, you are just a rookie, and you are still young. How can you convince the public? So, in the end, you still have to use tricks to speak."

Zhu Zhanji tried his best to swallow the sweet dried persimmons, frowned and said, "But I'm just getting involved in political affairs, so it's hard to open and close!"

Fang Xing said with a smile: "You are going to the north soon, before you leave, it would be nice to give them a surprise."

Hearing Fang Xing's words, Zhu Zhanji said happily, "Brother Dehua, do you have any good ideas?"

Fang Xing laughed, took out two confessions and handed them to Zhu Zhanji.

After Zhu Zhanji took the confession, he started to look at the one that Xie Wenqing blackmailed and threatened.

"Snapped!"

After reading it, Zhu Zhanji slapped the table angrily, but Fang Xing caught a glimpse of his hands shaking slightly as he slapped the table, obviously it hurt.

"Shameless You!"

Seeing Zhu Zhanji's anger, Fang Xing persuaded while being "old and comforted", "This kind of thing will never happen, just be normal. You can look at other things."

After Zhu Zhanji looked at Xie Wentong's second confession, he was immediately dumbfounded.

Is it Guanglu Temple?

Guanglu Temple is a lucrative department, which generates a lot of money every year, and it is inevitable that someone will profit from it.

"It's actually Miao Yuan?" (To be continued.)