Need for money

The person who made the voice was a middle-aged man, wearing a gorgeous dark purple robe, in his early forties, with a white face and beardless, about the same height as Lin Jingzhi. This person was Jia Lin's father, Jia Nanshan.

The Jia family and the Lin family operate different goods, and there is no business conflict, so the relationship between the two families was pretty good before.

"My nephew is here to see Uncle Jia." Lin Jingzhi turned around quickly after hearing the sound, and saluted Jia Nanshan.

Jia Lin lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Jia Nanshan glared at his son first, and then helped Lin Jingzhi up with his own hands, but the smile on his face seemed a little pretentious, "Jingzhi doesn't have to be so polite, I'm relieved to see that you are much better today. .”

After that, he turned his head and looked at his son, "Lin'er, follow me over there, I'll introduce a few people to you, from now on you have to focus on business, don't just think about streaming all day long." The girl in the smoking pavilion."

"Yes." Jia Lin was very afraid of this father, and he lowered his head in response. Seeing his father turn around and walk a few steps, he gave Lin Jingzhi a complicated look, then stretched out his hand, and took a ball of paper. It was stuffed into Lin Jingzhi's hands.

The difference between Jia Lin's performance before and after was so great that Lin Jingzhi was puzzled for a while. He opened the note after Jia's father and son walked away. The folds on the note were very deep. long time.

There is only one sentence written on it, 'If you need help for brother in the future, just ask, remember! ! ! '

For a moment, Lin Jingzhi suddenly realized that the Jia family already knew about the downturn in the business of the Lin family's shop, and there were people making trouble in the Lin's shop, and the Lin family did not report to the officials, which also gave people a sense of family ruin or offended The illusion of court officials.

No wonder seeing Jia Lin chatting with him, Jia Nanshan hurriedly chased after him. It turned out that he was afraid that others would misunderstand how good the relationship between the two families was, and he was afraid that he would be affected by the Lin family.

In an instant, Lin Jingzhi figured it out.

However, this Jia Lin has a good nature, he will never leave his friends when they are in trouble, and he is a good friend who can make friends.

He carefully folded the paper in his hand and put it in his sleeve. Although it was only a few words, it witnessed the friendship between Jia Lin and him.

Wang Meng stood in the middle of the hall. At the beginning of his speech, he had a righteous expression on his face, but after a short while, he changed into a compassionate Qi Rong. Like those modern officials who only make superficial remarks, their acting skills are quite brilliant. .

Finally, when he squeezed out a few tears, he stopped, and then there were applause and praise in the lobby of the restaurant.

The corners of Lin Jingzhi's mouth curled slightly, Lin Jingzhi slapped his hands hypocritically, and sneered disdainfully. In fact, if Wang Meng could really use all the money he raised for disaster relief, he would just speak louder. Although the business of Lin's shop has been bleak in the past few months, it is really not short of money.

After all, the donated money is used for disaster relief, and it can accumulate blessings for the descendants of the Lin family.

But with Wang Meng's greedy nature, is it possible?After getting the money, will he really use it all to buy rice and grain, and donate to the people?Impossible, absolutely impossible!

In addition to businessmen, officials also have national disasters and wealth. Some of them steal the silver allocated by the court into their pockets, and some steal the silver donated by the rich and powerful.

Obviously, this Wang Meng is the latter kind of person.

In fact, most of the people who can stand here are the patriarchs of the rich and powerful families, can they have no tricks?Whether it's applause or praise, just like Wang Meng, it's just superficial.

Raising his hands, Wang Meng pressed them lightly, motioning everyone to be quiet, and said: "When the country is in crisis, everyone is responsible. In this way, I will stand up and donate first."

After finishing speaking, he took out a silver ticket from the sleeve robe of his official uniform.

Seeing this, Wang Ding, Wang Meng's master, quickly bent over and took it in his hand, opened it gently, and sang loudly, with a high-pitched and thin voice, "Master Wang, the city guard, donated 300 taels of silver to relieve the locust disaster!"

"Okay, Mr. Wang really deserves to be a role model for Los Angeles officials!"

"Master Wang is diligent in government and loves the people!"

"Everyone should give generously like Lord Wang!"

As Wang Ding's voice fell to the ground, there was a burst of shouting in the hall. Those who are interested can find that the most vicious people are all wearing official robes, and some even have steel knives tied around their waists.

Obviously, these people are all members of the government, and they flattered and spared no effort.

Pressing his hand again, Wang Meng pretended to be humble and said: "My monthly salary is limited, so I can only give so much. Please don't make jokes. Next, who wants to make a second donation?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent. Wang Meng is an official, and no one dared to say anything about how much he donated, but the people standing in the hall were representatives of some well-known wealthy families. Most of them They all follow the principle of following suit, that is to say, as much as others donate, you donate as much as you donate. Then this second person is equivalent to a person who takes the lead and sets an example for the business.

So at this time, most of them will not stand up automatically.

Otherwise, if you donate too much, you will feel distressed, and if you donate too little, you will invisibly offend Wang Meng. After all, the amount of silver donated this time is linked to Wang Meng's political achievements.

Wang Meng seemed to have expected the silence a long time ago, and there was no panic on his face. He stroked his beard, turned around, and scanned the faces of the people around him. Finally, his eyes suddenly brightened and fixed on Lin Jingzhi's body. "Nephew Lin, the area of ​​locust plague in the north is very large this time, and there are many exiles, and the imperial court has been empty of the treasury due to the continuous border wars in recent years, and has not allocated half a grain of silver, so I hope you can give a good start to the wealthy families in Los Angeles. , Donate more silver."

"That's right, the Lin family is a well-known wealthy family in Los Angeles, Mr. Lin should be able to lead a good lead." As soon as Wang Meng's voice fell, a middle-aged man in a general's official robe stepped forward and spoke second, intentionally or unintentionally. Cast a few menacing gazes.

This person's surname is Zhang Mingxiu. Although his name is a bit more feminine, he is tall and burly. He is a head taller than Lin Jingzhi. His limbs are thick and powerful. It is a long steel knife with a scabbard more than four inches wide, so it must be quite heavy.

Lin Jingzhi knew this person, he was the garrison of Luocheng, and there were more than [-] sergeants under him, responsible for the important affairs of the city defense. Go back to the city and keep the temperance.

This person can be regarded as Wang Meng's number one confidant, otherwise, Wang Meng would not trust him to lead the city defenders.

As soon as Zhang Xiu's voice fell, another person answered, "That's right, the Lin family should take the lead."

The voice that sounded this time was neither yin nor yang, and it was uncomfortable to hear. Turning his head, he glanced at the man, Lin Jingzhi sneered in his heart, it seemed that Wang Meng really wanted to kill the Lin family as he guessed yesterday.

No, the persecution has already begun.

The person who speaks neither yin nor yang is surnamed Lei, and he is wearing a big red robe in the yamen. There is no pattern embroidered on the robe, and a dark blue belt is tied around his waist. Unlike Zhang Xiu, his waist There is no weapon in the room, but there are two sharp swords stuck in the back. As he said, he walked towards Lin Jingzhi. The gaze in his eyes was cold and hazy. One could tell that he was a cruel and merciless character.

Following the hall, Aunt Yu, who had been standing quietly on one side without moving a single step, suddenly took a step and almost stuck to Lin Jingzhi's back.

Obviously, Aunt Yu made this move because she sensed the danger, and it also shows that this evil thunder is by no means simple.

Seeing Aunt Yu's movements, Yin Lei narrowed his eyes suddenly and stopped.

Lin Jingzhi knew Yin Lei, and knew that this person was the head of the six gates of Los Angeles, but he seemed a little confused about the difference between the six gates and the police.

"Nephew Lin Xian, have you made up your mind? Why don't you ask me to give you an idea?" Wang Meng said again.

At this time, many people in the hall could already see that something was wrong, among them, Jia Lin was filled with righteous indignation. If his father hadn't pulled him, he would have spoken out to support his friends.

"Oh? What is the number in Mr. Wang's heart?" Lin Jingzhi smiled instead of anger, and asked cooperatively.

Wang Meng's eyes brightened when he heard the words, and the corners of his mouth curled up a bit. He thought that Lin Jingzhi had been subdued under the pressure of several officials, so he said, "5 taels, I think the Lin family should donate 5 taels." Ten thousand taels of silver for disaster relief!"

"His!"

As soon as his words fell to the ground, there were bursts of gasps in the hall.