Chapter 191 That's Your Business!

Same? Zhao couldn't hold back the sneer and ridicule on his face. He was a little surprised by the ease of the words.

Do you really think that business is the same? This is completely different!

Killing people is nothing more than a matter of three or four people. A hired killer, a middleman, a killer and a target. It can even be said that it is a matter of one or two people. As long as the middleman does not make mistakes, the only thing to consider is how to kill and how to hide.

And raising grain involves tens of thousands of people, or even hundreds of millions of people. The problems involved cannot be easily solved by killing a few people.

Just like the fights between gangsters and the battles between the army, although they are basically the same, can they be confused?

Could it be that a gangster who has fought a few times can put on armor and go to the battlefield to command the army to advance and retreat?

This is nonsense!

"My Fifth Master, you are really joking! If I could do such a big thing, would I need to make money by killing people?" Zhao picked up the teacup and took a big sip with a disdainful pout.

He simply thought that Lu Wenyu was confused. It was really ridiculous to confuse the two!

Lu Wenyu didn't explain much, just smiled and said, "I think you can do it, so you can do it!"

Bang!

Zhao was startled, and the teacup fell to the ground and shattered. There were already beads of sweat on his forehead, and the look he gave Lu Wenyu was no longer a smile, but an uncontrollable fear.

This bastard is not forcing a duck to climb a shelf, but forcing a good woman to become a prostitute!

"Fifth Master, it's not appropriate to joke at this time, right?" With a fluke mentality, Zhao swallowed the saliva that came up and carefully tested.

"What do you think?"

Lu Wenyu still didn't explain, and asked back with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, Zhao even understood what Lu Wenyu meant. Goose bumps all over his body, and he hurriedly avoided the other party's slightly probing eyes.

His fingers trembled and touched the table, but the teacup had been broken, so how could he touch it?

Seeing this, Lu Wenyu patted Zhao Jue's hand, turned around and shouted, "Come here! Bring our commander, Lord Zhao Muzhi, a cup of hot tea, ask for autumn white buds!"

"Don't be polite, I'll pay for the tea!" Lu Wenyu smiled, and outsiders thought he was a good boss who cared about his subordinates.

But Zhao Jue, who was in the bureau, only felt cold all over, and his butt on the chair swayed left and right, and he couldn't sit still.

Jiangnan is so big, and it is also a grain-producing area. I don't know how many people live on the grain from the land. It has been developing for thousands of years. The interests and relationships are intertwined and complicated, and they have long been tangled. Officials, wealthy businessmen, noble families, peddlers, and even farmers are involved.

Raising grain is not just raising grain in an open and aboveboard manner, it is simply cutting their flesh with a knife.

Not to mention that there is a big Buddha like Jiang Fengji sitting in charge, let alone doing it, just thinking about it feels as difficult as ascending to heaven!

With an uneasy mood, Zhao pushed the hot tea that was put down and talked to Lu Wenyu, "Fifth Master! The salt tax was investigated the year before last, but it was just plundered. A group of wealthy merchants and big families were just killed. One hundred thousand dan of grain is not a small amount. Where can I get it for you?"

"That's your business!" Lu Wenyu was indifferent.

"You might as well ask the emperor to increase taxes!"

"That's not your business." Lu Wenyu was still indifferent and smiled, "Taxes have been increased a lot. If they increase again, it will easily cause civil unrest."

Zhao widened his eyes and asked incredulously, "Then my raising of grain will not cause civil unrest?"

"That's your business."

It seemed that Lu Wenyu only knew this sentence. After saying it expressionlessly, he picked up the teacup with interest and praised "good tea" repeatedly.

It's bad! Zhao softened, and couldn't help thinking: This bastard is really using me as a knife!

Or the kind that will be thrown away after use.

Although he knew that he would probably get the familiar words, Zhao Jue still had a fluke and asked, "It's just the beginning of February now, and the autumn harvest will take at least three or four months. Even if I want to, there is not 100,000 dan of grain. Fifth Master, how about we discuss it and let's just give 10,000 dan? You have to understand my difficulties..."

"Alas, you don't have any difficulties, it's the emperor who has difficulties! The autumn harvest is indeed far away, but there are still government warehouses. If the grain is not eaten, it will go bad!"

"Are you crazy?" Zhao Jue refuted without thinking, and almost jumped up in excitement.

Frightened, he said, "The government warehouse is mainly used for disaster relief and emergency. There is still a long time before the autumn harvest. If there is a natural disaster during this period, the government warehouse has no grain, which will force the people to rebel!"

"My head won't be able to appease the people's anger at that time! Aren't you afraid that I will betray you before I die?"

"Don't say such things, I'm your uncle!"

Lu Wenyu scolded righteously, but his expression didn't show much sincerity.

After putting down the teacup, he tapped the table with his fingers and said in a gentle and persuasive way, "We can spend it now and make up for it in the autumn harvest. The Northern Expedition is a great thing that will benefit the present and the future generations. We should be more considerate of the emperor's painstaking efforts!"

"Besides, things are urgent and slow. Civil unrest is civil unrest. Killing a few unruly people is not a big deal. Isn't it just to eliminate harm for the people of the world?"

"You are in this business!"

This remark made Zhao laugh. It's true that he makes money by killing people, but that's killing one by one. If there is a civil unrest, will he still kill one by one? Then he should kill in groups!

Is he still a killer? He is a butcher!

He is still eliminating harm. I am lucky that I didn't get eliminated.

"I can't do it. Find someone else!"

After saying this, Zhao stood up and turned to walk to the door. This time, he really didn't want to provoke anyone. Forget about making money. It's good enough that he didn't have a psychological shadow from the word "Jiangnan".

Hiss.

After walking a few steps, his sleeve was suddenly cut. A strand of long hair fluttered in the wind, and his neck felt cold.

"I think you can do it, what do you think?"

Lu Wenyu's calm voice sounded behind him, and Zhao turned slowly to look. Lu Wenyu, who was originally sitting and drinking tea, was no longer visible. Instead, there was a phantom whose face could not be seen clearly.

The phantom held a precious sword in his hand, wearing armor that had long been rotten. The skin and flesh had long been blurred. In the haze, it seemed that there were countless bones and a sea of ​​blood.

The red eyes stared straight at Zhao, and the moment they looked at each other, it seemed that they wanted to peel off his skin, drain his muscles, cut his flesh, and cut open his abdomen to dig out his heart.

Soon the phantom disappeared, and Lu Wenyu reappeared in front of him. But Zhao Jue only felt his whole body trembling, his hair standing on end, his scalp tingling, cold sweat running down his back, and it seemed like lightning was flowing through his body.

For a moment, his brain was blank, and he couldn't do anything, even lifting a finger was a luxury.

"Drink tea!" Lu Wenyu's contemptuous voice sounded.

It echoed in Zhao Jue's mind for a long time, like a blow to the head, and it was a revelation. He came back to his senses in a daze, and looked at Lu Wenyu who was drinking tea leisurely with fear.

He sat down obediently, put his hands on his legs, but the sweat on his palms couldn't stop. A sip of hot tea went into his stomach, and his three souls and seven spirits returned to their places.

Lu Wenyu didn't seem to notice Zhao Jue's embarrassment, and smiled and patted his shoulder, "How do you know that you can't do it if you don't do it? I believe in you, why don't you believe in yourself?"

"Well, feel free to ask for anything, I'm not a stingy person. Of course, if you have any enemies, you can feel free to tell me, you can kill people, and I can too!"

"Maybe I can do it better than you?"

"It's useless to say it, right? I don't charge you!"

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