Lord of the Desert

Chapter 269 Supervision on behalf of the sky
Xu Changshi was about to reply, but was stopped by the benefactor.

The three of them went to the quiet room next door where there was no one there.

"The accounts have been washed out, and each item is clear and complete, so it stands to reason that there can be no mistakes."

He explained.

"But none of these terms match up with each other."

"What does this 'do not match' mean?"

Jin Ziming asked.

"Zhitai, Fuboxing's accounts are kept in black."

Xu Changshi collected himself and took out the copy he brought with him.

"Look at this sentence, 'ten' is written as 'foot', 'hundred' is written as 'feet', 'thousand' is written as 'zhang', and there are substitutions for one to nine."

"The same is true for projects, 'smuggling salt' is 'going sand', and 'trafficking people' is 'opening'..."

"After all the words have been washed out, this article says 'on April 38 this year, Fu Boxing and the Liang family partnered to smuggle two shipments of grain from Hongdou City in Shengzhou, with a total price of [-] catties at a price of [-] Wen and a stone'."

He explained it in detail.

"Isn't that clear? So what's wrong?"

Heng Wei frowned.

"Master Heng, every entry in those ledgers is correct, but they don't match each other!"

Xu Xiangxia smiled wryly.

"For example, this batch of Erbai Jin from the south,
The day when the goods left the warehouse of Fubohang was actually one day earlier than the day when they were received.
And in the account of the chief's income and expenditure, there is no such item at all..."

"That's why the students asked the bottom to wash it a second time."

As he spoke, he looked at Jin Ziming with a pale face.

"Students, I'm afraid, I'm afraid these books are all made up!"

His voice was very low, and his words trembled.

But enough for all three to hear clearly.

Heng Wei raised the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to force a smile out, but suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and he was about to collapse.

Then, he was supported by a palm.

His five fingers were like iron, and it hurt him a lot.

"Taiwan making..."

When the blood fell from the top of the head to the legs and feet, Heng Wei cried out in shame.

Jin Ziming withdrew his hand.

"I know about it."

"Wash the accounts again, no matter what the result is, it's none of your business, just report to me."

He said to Chang Shi, his voice was as cold as a winter stream and steady as a rock.

When Xu Xiangxia heard this, it was as if she had stepped back from the clouds to the ground, and her face became more bloody.

He made a long bow and ran back to the next door.

The two go out.

The north wind pierces through the courtyard, blowing the clothes hunting.

"You have worked hard for many days and are mentally exhausted. Go back and sleep first."

Jin Ziming said to Heng Wei.

"Now wait..."

Heng Wei said anxiously, but was interrupted.

"Don't panic, mere turmoil can't move my hundred and twenty catties."

Jin Ziming laughed.

Heng Wei was stunned for a moment, then nodded indiscriminately, and hurried away.

In the courtyard, there is only one person left alone.

After a long while, Jin Ziming walked back to the room until the sound of wind in his ears replaced the sound of heartbeat.

The charcoal stove is still burning, and the house is already cold.

He closed the doors and windows, fell back into the armchair, and almost collapsed.

Close your eyes and take long breaths again and again.

Jin Ziming didn't open his eyes until half a quarter of an hour later.

He checked the door and window again, and then took out an iron plate from a hollowed-out book at the bottom of the cabinet.

The whole body of this card is pitch black, with the emblem of three overlapping eyes on the front, and four large characters written on the back.

[Supervise on behalf of the sky. 】

The iron plate is as cold as an ice sculpture.

Jin Ziming held it tightly, feeling the chill go through his skin and flesh, all the way to his palm bone.

He must break free from this net.

The price is getting stuck in another one.

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In the 28th year of Zhenghe, December [-]th.

In the corner of Xijing city hangs the remnant glow.

On the edge of the Yaohe River, the smoke waves are dyed into rose colors, reflecting a few points of the crows.

The wind crosses the river, brushes over the eaves of buildings, and blows snow like sand.

On the next floor, there is the best suite in Qixia Residence.

On the huge log table surrounded by 12 people, the toasts are staggered.

Ao Fuwei, the leader of the Fubo Gang in a blue military uniform, was receiving congratulations from everyone.

The reason for today's banquet is the joy of Ao Zhixian's engagement, and he is obviously the host.

Of course, even so, Ao Fuwei was only the third from the left, far below the top.

After several rounds of pleasantries, the wine glasses on the table were all empty.

There are no waiters in the room.

Ao Zhixian, who was waiting by the side, took down the wine jug from the stove and filled it up one by one.

On the second seat on the right, a man of about fifty with ring eyes and beard nods his head in thanks.

This person is Jiang Yihu, the Patriarch of the Jiang family, who is cultivated in the Yuan Magnetic Realm, and has the title of "Shocking Baili".

He took back the wine glass, looked at the banquet and said, "Nephew Ao Xian, I heard that you were injured in the stomach by Hong Fan, how is the injury?"

"Thank you, Uncle Shi, for your concern, it's already recovered."

Ao Zhiji replied with a calm expression.

While speaking, Ao Zhixian replaced his elder brother and moved to Su Peifeng who was seated next to him.

The wine poured like a column.

The two looked at each other, and the latter's face tightened slightly.

"I heard that you originally had the upper hand, but this person created a new method of killing when he was about to fight, turning defeat into victory?"

Jiang Yuhu asked, with great interest.

"Indeed."

Ao Zhiji nodded indifferently, as if he was not the one who lost Xinfeng and lost his reputation.

"That 'sand shotgun' move came out of nowhere, it's extremely mature, I don't believe he created it on the spot."

"But no matter what, Hong Fan has only five meridian cultivation bases, and his skills are enough to communicate with ordinary heaven and man. His martial arts ability can be described as amazing."

Sincere words.

All the people in the house showed approval when they heard the words.

"This person's talent is not limited to martial arts."

Another voice said, it came from a middle-aged scribe sitting high on the upper left with a broad robe and belt.

"As far as I know, Xu Guinian often praised him, and Zhuang Liren even regarded him as a special guest."

"In the past two months, he also cooperated with the supervisor to set up a commercial firm to tinker with firearms, and invested a lot."

Everyone's eyes were focused on - it should be noted that the person who spoke just now was Liu Xiu, governor of Liangzhou and head of the Liu family.

There are not many young people in Xijing who he can remember their names.

"It's rare for Zhongcheng to pay so much attention to him. Is this because he loves talents?"

On the upper right, a 40-year-old man in brocade robes with a solemn appearance said with a smile.

"I remember that Zhongcheng's second daughter is only twenty-eight years old and not yet married, so she can just catch a wealthy son-in-law..."

The person making the joke was named Shen Guoying.

"Brother Shen, why do you have to make fun of me?"

Liu Xiu raised his eyes and replied, but he was not angry.

"Ling Qianjin is two years older than the little girl."

Shen Guoying sighed upon hearing this.

"The dog girl is lawless, how can my father's words work?"

He shakes his head and drinks.

Liu Xiu accompanied him for a drink, and changed the topic: "Actually, if Hong Fan is willing to marry, why should I cherish a mere daughter?"

The whole house was shocked.

Only Ao Zhixian, who was hidden by the side, looked unnatural.

"Then I'm afraid Zhong Cheng's wish will never come true."

Ao Fuwei accepted the words.

"Based on Ao's humble opinion, Hong Fan is humble on the outside and proud on the inside, it's not easy to bend."

"Besides, if this person does not die young, he will almost certainly be on the third list—Tianjiao will attract the attention of the world..."

As he spoke, he glanced at his daughter, as if urging her to refill the drink.

"Mr. Ao is an old man."

Liu Xiu nodded.

"Hong Fannian has not reached the crown, but his name has been heard by all the sages present. There is no need to say much about his talent."

"But Jinhai Hong's family is very young, so it is absolutely impossible to marry my Liu's daughter!"

As soon as the words came out, Shen Guoying, Jiang Yihu, and the old man of the Bai family who was second from the left all nodded heavily.

(End of this chapter)