After borrowing millions, my resort became popular

Chapter 15
Zhao Jin looked at Mr. Min and did not answer his question directly.

"Mr. Min, why are you studying?"

When Mr. Min heard his rhetorical question, he was not angry. Instead, he curled his lips and smiled, arrogantly and arrogantly saying, "In order to make the sky no longer cover my eyes."

Zhao Jin was slightly surprised by Mr. Min's unabashed arrogance and ambition.

"Boy, don't tell me that you are studying to gain fame for the sake of all people in the world. It's too fake."

Mr. Min took a big sip of wine and sat on the sloping chair, looking arrogant.

Zhao Jin: "Mr. Min thought it was fake, so didn't he do it too?"

Mr. Min's eyes became sharper, "Boy, you must cherish your life, and think twice before you speak or act."

Zhao Jin was neither humble nor arrogant: "Junior, I'm rude."

It is disrespectful to be dismissed by questioning in person, especially for someone like Mr. Min.

Even though Mr. Min is now dead.

Mr. Min nodded: "Okay, let's go."

He didn't press for Zhao Jin's answer and just waved the person away.

He didn't seem to care much.
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When Zhao Jin went back, she was thinking that Mr. Min had probably never regretted anything in his life.

He fell from such a high position to the mortal world, and there was no sign of regret on his part.

Zhao Jin raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang'an City in the night.

The person he wanted to be loyal to in the future was in that imperial city, and everything he wanted, including fame and fortune, was inseparable from Chang'an.

So, how did Mr. Min abandon Chang'an like a weed?
The rapid sound of horse hooves on the streets of Chang'an City at night never stops day and night. Along with the lighting of torches, the uniform collision of armors and the sound of footsteps successfully tear apart the night of Chang'an after knocking open one door after another.

"Zhou Qi's descendants?! Didn't everyone tell me that they have died long ago?!"

In the main hall of the imperial city, the emperor's crown was shaking constantly, jade beads collided, and the sound was clear and exciting. In the empty hall, such a clear sound sounded like thunder to the ears of the people kneeling on the ground.

The emperor was in a terrible mood.

"One Zhou Qi, one Min Zifang, two rebellious officials and traitors who won't let me live in peace even if they die!" "And you guys, all of them are just trash! Trash!"

"What use do I need from you!"

"I'll give you three days. If I can't catch him, you'll all come to see me!"

"What are you still doing? Get out of here!"

The emperor's anger subsided a little when the kneeling people rolled out of sight.

"Jin Fulai."

"The old slave is here."

"When the execution was carried out, I remember that you were there, right?"

"Reporting to your Majesty, it is indeed true. The old slave is indeed here."

The white-faced eunuch with a round and slightly chubby face replied respectfully.

"Three ways to verify the true identity, but it is Zhou Qiji's family, right?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it is indeed true. The 120 six members of the Zhou family have all been proven and executed."

"Then tell me, where did the dead Zhou family have a young son?"

Jin Fulai didn't dare to speak again, because the emperor's face was gloomy. Compared with the angry curse just now, the emperor now was even more difficult to mess with.

"Tell me, who is it that kept this branch of the Zhou family alive without telling me?"

"My slave will die. I really don't know about this."

"You don't need to die, as long as the rebellious ministers and traitors who betrayed me die."

Emperor Jing sneered, "If you want me to die, I have to die. If I open my mouth, I won't survive!"

(End of this chapter)