The Regent's Gold Concubine

Chapter 91
Feng Qingcheng said lightly, sat down at the main seat, and immediately a maid brought the high-quality tea. Feng Qingcheng picked it up, took a sip, and then gently placed it on the coffee table.

"Do you know why I'm here?"

"Subordinates don't know!"

"Well, you don't know, it's okay, then let me tell you, I'm here to check the accounts, you go, bring Huizhou's account books from last year, and show me!"

After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, everyone looked bitter.

"Miss, to tell you the truth, those account books are in the hands of the chief steward, and we can't get them!"

Feng Qingcheng raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, "Hmph, if that's the case, then take me to the place where the ledger is kept, and I'll take it myself!"

"Miss, this..."

Feng Qingcheng's eyes were instantly ruthless, "Why, if I want to see it, do I still need to get permission from the chief executive?"

"My subordinates dare not!"

"Since you don't dare, take me there. Don't let me say it a second time. At the beginning, I could make the poor and white Lore Sect rich, let you all wear gold and silver, and have wives and concubines in groups. I can also make you instantly Poverty, nothing, wives and children scattered and family ruined!"

After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, she raised her hand and swept the teacup on the coffee table to the ground. The teacup was broken into pieces and the tea splashed everywhere.

Feng Qingcheng's words were ruthless and oppressive.

The three deputy stewards were so frightened that their knees gave way, and they knelt on the ground with a plop, "Miss, please, miss!"

Feng Qingcheng watched, and snorted coldly, "Forgive me, what have you done to offend me, do you want me to forgive you?"

"This..." One of the three deputy managers stammered, trying to say something.

A person was forcefully thrown into the hall from the outside.

One of the shadow guards - Feng Qi, said to Feng Qingcheng respectfully, "Miss, this person wanted to go through the back door, but was caught by his subordinates!"

Feng Qingcheng looked at the people on the ground, with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, it was not a good thing at first sight.

"Could it be that you didn't listen to what I said, or that no one in this mansion told you?"

The man thought that Feng Qingcheng was just trying to scare him, so he turned his head, stiffened his bones, and gritted his teeth.

Feng Qingcheng laughed hehehe, and then looked at a big tree in the yard outside the hall.

He was smiling, but the words he said were creepy, and cold sweat broke out on his back, "Hang me up and beat him until he moves!"

Feng Qi nodded, and dragged the man down, unexpectedly no one came out to speak for him in the lore door, and he was hung by Feng Qi on a big tree and beaten.

At first, the man refused to say anything, but Feng Qi's whip was whipped well, every time the whip went down, he was whipped to death, but he couldn't die.

Several times when he was about to speak, Feng Qi whipped the whip down so hard that he couldn't speak.

Until one hundred whips are full.

Feng Qingcheng said lightly, "Feng Qi, that's enough!"

Feng Qi nodded and stepped aside.

"Miss, small tricks, small tricks!"

Feng Qingcheng snorted coldly, "Then tell me!"

"The younger one wants to inform the chief steward, the younger one..." Halfway through speaking, he fainted.

"Useless things, hang them up, don't need to untie them!" Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, and looked at the three deputy stewards kneeling on the ground, "Now, you can tell, who took me to the place where the ledger is kept? "

"Your subordinate will take the young lady there!"

"very good!"

The ledger should have been placed in the accounting room, but the head steward made his own decision and put it somewhere else. When the three deputy stewards arrived with Feng Qingcheng, Feng Qingcheng looked at the room, the lock on the door, and hummed gloomyly. hum.

"Feng Qi, tear down this door for me!"

Feng Qi nodded, luckily, with one slap, the door was smashed to pieces, and the room shook a few times.

Feng Qingcheng walked into the room.

Looking at the room, Feng Qingcheng smiled angrily.

"Hahaha, what a big steward, look, you all come in and take a good look!"

The three deputy stewards heard the words and entered the room.

But dumbfounded, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The golden floor, tables, chairs, desks, and bookshelves are all made of high-quality golden nanmu, antique vases, countless calligraphy and paintings, even the inkstones on the table are worth thousands of gold, those few wolf hair brushes, and paperweights.

Everything that can reflect luxury is displayed by the chief steward.

Feng Qingcheng went to the chair and sat down, picked up the account book, flipped through it casually, picked up another one, and flipped through it seemingly casually.

"Well, this account book is very good. The input and output are exactly the same. However, in some places, the income is obviously much less. Hehe, hehe, it seems that this chief manager is really hardworking, too hard!" Feng Qingcheng said Finally, he slapped the ledger on the table.

"It seems that the rights I have given you are too great, really too great!"

Each one is like a big borer, a white-eyed wolf who can't get enough to eat.

This is the case in Huizhou alone, so what will the other branches look like?
Thinking of this, Feng Qingcheng was furious.

These years, she has been busy with Mo Han and Mo Wu's detoxification. She only cares about producing pictures, never cares about production and sales, and doesn't ask questions.

It also gives enough power to the big managers in various places so that they can manage their own territory well.

But I don't want to, that's how I manage it.

One by one, they made false reports and false accounts, filling their own pockets.

"Miss……"

The three assistant managers couldn't help but knelt down.

Feng Qingcheng watched and snorted coldly, "Why, are you guilty?"

Not only guilty, but also ashamed.

At the beginning when she took over the lore door, in the lore door, the poor jingled, desperately killing people, earning a little money, not enough to eat, not warm enough to wear, the old man shamelessly asked her to take over the lore door.

"Miss, this subordinate should be damned!"

"You really deserve to die, and [-] times of death is not an exaggeration!" After Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, she swept everything on the table to the ground.

"I knew you were all a bunch of white-eyed wolves. I would never have taken over the lore door and raised you so greedily!"

The three deputy managers didn't say a word, and they didn't know what to say, or even had nothing to say.

They are old members of the Lore Sect. They knew what the Lore Sect was like back then. Now that Feng Qingcheng said it so angrily, they were ashamed. If the old Sect Master was there, they might just whip one , Not even giving them a chance to explain and defend.

"You said, for the chief steward, how should I deal with the chief steward?"

The three deputy stewards were silent.

"Okay, since you are silent, let me tell you, you choose!" Feng Qingcheng finished speaking, her voice was a little colder, "cut into pieces, guts pierced, skinned, cramps..."

Every time Feng Qingcheng said a word, the three deputy stewards shook.

(End of this chapter)