honor me as god

Chapter 597 The villain wins
Today is a rest day, and the officials do not need to go to work. The same is true for the newly promoted deputy director of the storage department of the court, Wen Sen. He has just taken up this position, but he has adapted quickly. Some subordinates came out for dinner.

Vincent chose a luxurious and aristocratic restaurant. He was extremely heroic at this time when he was living in poverty. He directly took out a hundred silver moons and invited everyone to come to the banquet.

This amount of money is difficult for ordinary people to afford, but for Wen Sen who was rewarded by Ye Lingchen, it is only one-thousandth of it.

There was a lot of drinking and drinking at the wine table, and the subordinates all showed respect to the newly promoted and generous Vincent.

A small official took the initiative to fill the wine glass and respected Wen Sen with a flattering expression: "Master Wen Sen is a new official, I would like to offer you a glass."

Wen Sen's words and deeds are a good explanation of what it means to be a villain. When he was a commoner, he had to speak in a low voice when he met these petty officials, for fear of offending the officials.

Now that he is supported by others and has a status, facing those who were above him in the past, he behaved very arrogantly, and deliberately said in a lazy tone: "Just a toast? It seems that I have no face with you. "

The little official's eyes fluttered, and he quickly drank the wine in the glass, then filled it up and drank it again, drank it up again, and drank three glasses in a row, then he apologized and said with a smile: "My lord, if you are clumsy, you will be punished with three glasses of wine. "

Wen Sen crossed his legs and said casually: "That's not necessary. We are old acquaintances. I vaguely remember that I had an argument with a vegetable vendor in the market. There was a problem with his steelyard. I obviously only bought it." We weighed half a catty, but he weighed it out to be one catty."

"I was so angry that I sued him to the court. You were the person in charge at that time. It would be really tiring. The table is so low and there is not even a guest chair. I have to squat to talk to you the whole time, and you are behind Leaning on a chair to drink tea, I bent over outside, and wrote an indictment for more than half an hour, tsk tsk tsk."

When the past was brought up in this way, the little official was so embarrassed that his face turned red and then white, and at the same time he cursed secretly in his heart, this Wen Sen is really a dog, when he was a commoner, he was as humble as a dog, and he was obedient to everything. Don't dare to put one.

It's good now, to curry favor with the judge, Mr. Mo Tai, and become a deputy steward in the storage office, so arrogant.

To be honest, the Storage Department is not the real power department of the court, let alone Wen Sen is only a deputy manager, not a full-time job, so there is nothing to be ashamed of.

But there is no way, no matter what, he is still an official, and the first-level official crushes people to death. Whether these small officials who belong to the storage office will do well in the future depends on Wen Sen's face.

The petty official has been in the trial office for so long, so he can be regarded as an old fritter, so he hid his grievances in his heart, deliberately knocked himself on the head, and said with a glib smile: "Master Wen Sen taught you the right thing, what is this called? This is called looking down on people with a dog's eyes! Everyone must take me as a warning!"

The little official has already labeled himself, and Wen Sen can't say anything more, so he turned the matter over. He poured wine to respect everyone, and said slowly: "Okay, the past is over. , now we are all colleagues, and don't care about the past. From today on, we will stop intrigue and serve the same master wholeheartedly, and work for Lord Motai together!"

After everyone clinked glasses with each other, the atmosphere on the wine table also became lively. Everyone went back and forth with each other, getting drunk, and each of them began to hook their shoulders and call each other brothers.

At this time, two guests walked in and sat down, one of them sighed: "It's really scary, that girl actually jumped from such a high place and fell beyond recognition, hey!"

The other person shook his head and sighed: "It's so pitiful. A good girl just died like this. Let me tell you that it's all her fiancé's fault. That Wen Sen is really nothing."

Although Wen Sen was a little drunk, he could still hear the words of cursing. Now that his subordinates were by his side, he felt his face was dull, and he scolded them, "Who is not a thing to scold?!"

The two looked over and asked inexplicably, "What's your business if we scold Vincent?"

"I'm Wen Sen!" Wen Sen pointed at them with his mouth full of alcohol, "I belong to Mr. Motel, what are you, dare to point fingers at me?"

The two guests laughed, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became cold. They stood up and looked down at Wen Sen, their voices were cold: "Who do you think you are talking to?"

When Vincent saw the emblems of the Troy family on the shoulders of the two, he was so frightened that he sobered up.

It is true that Vincent has been promoted, but some ideas in his subconscious mind have not yet changed. He thought that spending hundreds of silver moons to eat in this noble restaurant would make him a classy person, but he completely forgot that he is here with him How many people who eat are lower than him?
In an ordinary tavern, his status is indeed superior, but in this kind of place where nobles gather, a petty official like him is just an ant who barely climbs up to the nobles.

Facing the royal nobles of Troy, Vincent lost his previous haughty appearance a long time ago. He nodded and lowered his eyebrows and tremblingly said: "My lords, please don't worry about my blindness."

The royal noble didn't show any face at all, poured a glass of wine directly on Vincent's face, and said coldly: "Go away, useless waste, don't spoil my appetite here."

Wen Sen was obedient, and took a distressed look at the paid but unfinished meals on the table, and fled with the little officials.

When they walked out of the restaurant, the petty officials looked embarrassed on the surface, but they were overjoyed in their hearts. Seeing Vincent being slapped in the face was more enjoyable than their own pretense.

Wen Sen looked resentful, looked back at the noble restaurant, and secretly swore in his heart: just wait!You just insult me ​​now, wait for me to continue to rise to the top, so that you can't climb high, and then we will see who looks down on whom!
The weather was not so good today, it was raining heavily, Wen Sen and the others didn't have umbrellas, so they could only wait for the rain to stop under the eaves at the entrance of the restaurant.

At this time, a little doorman ran over from the rain curtain, closed the umbrella and shook off the water droplets on it, and muttered: "Damn it, a man is coming towards us with a big black knife in his hand." , with the coffin on his shoulders."

coffin?Vincent suddenly felt inexplicable, and the funeral home was not here, why did someone come here with a coffin?

"Tap, tap, tap" heavy footsteps sounded from far and near, blurred shadows slowly emerged in the rain, the cold light refracted by the black night sword hurt people's eyes, and the coffin on the shoulders emitted A strong smell of death, as if the mourners were looking for the corpse.

At the beginning, Vincent still had the mentality of watching the fun, wanting to see what this weird man was going to do, but when he saw the other person's face clearly, his smile suddenly froze on his face.
(End of this chapter)