Sir, you have to pay more

Chapter 137 We Are the Loyal Ministers
The original office of Jiming Yicheng.

Jia Liu took out the Wannian Biluochun that Yang Zhi bought back from Chongzhou and ironed it for President Li himself.

Outside, Zu Yingyuan was spreading the good news he had just learned, his mouth was crooked with a smile, and he was very grateful to Fu Sheng, Deputy Commander, for losing his braid, otherwise he would be as successful as Guizi Liu dead.

Inside the room, Jia Liu, who could faintly hear the laughter, was not angry at all, and looked at President Li, the Sichuan procurator.

A living person became a dead person, and he was honored as a gift by the emperor. If this matter is not resolved, Jia Liu will have no chance to make progress.

"It's not that I won't help you, it's just that this matter is really troublesome,"

Holding the tea bowl in his hand, and after blowing air, President Li looked puzzled, "The emperor thought you were dead, and the posthumous gift came down. Isn't it a little too much for you to say that you are still alive?"

"But I'm obviously alive, and besides, there's no reason in this world to give gifts to living people!"

The anger in Jia Liu's heart, Fu Sheng is also true, why did he think that he sacrificed himself? Could it be that he acted too realistically at that time?

"Yes, who said no?"

President Li put down the tea bowl, raised his eyelids and glanced at Jia Liu, "Isn't that Hong Chengchou?"

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Jia Liu was annoyed, "I'm not that traitor Hong Chengchou."

"You are not, your old man is, isn't it that the emperor ranks your old man as the second minister, and so does Hong Chengchou, um, it's not the same."

Chairman Li's words became more and more presumptuous. I don't know if it was because of the broken cans or because he wanted to get some psychological satisfaction.

"Don't talk about this, don't talk about this, the situation was special back then, it's hard to say, you don't want to defile people's innocence out of thin air, my old man is a loyal minister of the Qing Dynasty, a loyal minister"

Jia Liu looked embarrassing, moved his body forward, and laughed dryly: "The living can't be suffocated by urine, can they? This matter is a misunderstanding, Lao Li, please help me, and I will return the blood book to you later, from now on. How about I take my Sunshine Avenue, and you take your single-plank bridge?"

While talking, he took out a few banknotes with a face value of 100 taels from his pocket and put them in front of President Li, meaning tea money, transportation expenses, and hard work money, anyway, that was the meaning.

"It's hard for me to do things for you with this little money."

President Li pushed back the bank note unceremoniously, but his tone seemed to be negotiable.

Jia Liu knew what was in his mind, and without hesitation, he quickly slapped all the bank notes in his pocket in front of President Li.All have a face value of 100 taels, a total of 700 [-] taels.

"It seems that you really don't want to do things. In this case, you can pretend that I didn't come," President Li got up and wanted to leave.

"Don't mind! Just wait!"

Jia Liu knew that it would be impossible without bleeding this time, so he took out the key and opened the lock of the desk drawer while smiling apologetically.

However, I only pulled the drawer halfway, and scratched inside the drawer with one hand, and then pinched something out, felt that it was thick, and quietly threw some away, and then pulled it out.

Good guy, it's all 1000 taels banknotes.

The index finger and tongue are so wet, counting, a full 30,000 taels.

I felt that there was still too much in my heart, but I couldn't bear to put some back.

Looking up, President Li sat down at some point.

"You know, my family has money, and I don't care about things like money, but you can't let me pay for you, can you?"

President Li unceremoniously grabbed the bank note in Jia Liu's hand, folded it together with the more than one thousand taels and stuffed it into his pocket.

"What way?"

Meat pain is meat pain, but Jia Liu is still willing to use money to solve this troublesome matter.

After taking a sip of tea, President Li said slowly: "As the old saying goes, a dead tree can have spring, and a dead person can be resurrected. If there is a misunderstanding, there is nothing difficult to solve. Go back and ask Fu Sheng to make another report." It’s just that you broke out of the encirclement and rushed out with all your might.”

"That's it?"

Jia Liu almost jumped up to rummage through President Li's pocket: It's so simple, you charge me more than [-] yuan!
"You think it's really that simple?"

Of course, it is impossible for President Li to simply charge Jia more than [-] to [-] taels, because President Li has thought of everything.

Since the emperor has even taken down the title of Batulu, he can't let the emperor take it back.

The misunderstanding can be explained, but the title of Wuneng Ibaturu must be worthy of its name.

Therefore, it is necessary to improve Jia Liu's image of Zhongyongwushuang, and then he and Bo Qing'e help lobby other heavyweights to make Jia Liu a new star after Jinchuan's defeat. This can not only save face, but also make the emperor happy.

"Package?"

Jia Liu listened for a while, and couldn't stop nodding. People rely on clothes and Buddhas rely on gold clothes. With image and temperament, people will be welcomed wherever they go.

According to Chairman Li, Jia Liu had to go through several times of fierce battles in the process of leading the crowd to break through, and only after going through many hardships and dangers did he rush out of the desperate situation, so that Batulu's title could be perfectly confirmed.

With the title of Batulu, Jia Liu's future is really bright.

As long as the adults on the front line endorsed this matter, how would the emperor know the truth of the matter.

So this 30,000 taels is the activity fee for this matter.

When this new defeat, the higher-ups also need a hero to boost the morale of the army, so it is a win-win for several parties.

"Just this thing"

Jia Liu was worried that the battle would be over. Many adults knew that he had stood out a long time ago, alive and kicking, so how to pack it.

After thinking about it, he opened the drawer again and handed a thick ledger to President Li.

"This is?"

President Li opened it up, and he was shocked just by looking at the first page, with a look of astonishment on his face.

It turns out that this is actually an account book that records the private distribution of military salaries, corruption, misappropriation, false reporting, and embezzlement by generals and officials of the Qing army on the southern front since the 35th year of Qianlong.

It was Jia Liu who found it from Manzhang Jingmutu.

In addition to this account book that would cost countless heads, there are also a few seals.

With the seal, cash can be withdrawn in many banks.

Recognition does not recognize people.

"This gang of corrupt officials, silverfish!"

President Li was furious. He didn't expect that apart from Wen Zhongtang, [-]% of the generals and officials of the southern army were involved in major corruption cases. No wonder the court spent so much money, but these thieves could not be suppressed no matter how hard they tried.

The whole fucking is raising Kou's self-respect!
"With this ledger, I don't think anyone will question me as Uneng Ibaturu, right?"

Jia Liu looked smug. When he found the account book, he realized that it was his own fortune.

Chairman Li is silent. Although some people have died in the account book, there are still many people alive, even the name of the governor of Sichuan, Fu Lehun, which means that all the people who survived will have to replace this Han who came back from the dead. The military flag children endorsed.

"Whoever impeaches Wen Zhongtang the most is the real treacherous minister, and you and I are the real loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty."

Jia Liu sighed.

Ok?
President Li raised his eyebrows, thinking of something faintly, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he was, and finally he couldn't help sighing: "Yes, we are the loyal ministers."

(End of this chapter)