Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Zhou Maoxue's brain fell into chaos.

The first moment Tang Bohu saw Fang Zheng Yi's half-face, he recognized it as Tang Bohu's face.

But wasn't Tang Bohu going back to his hometown?

Even if they looked alike, how could their voices be so similar?

Even if it was a coincidence, what did he mean by saying, 'Who do you think I look like?' the moment he saw me?

Zhou Maoxue stared straight at Fang Zheng Yi, his mind still in turmoil.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng Yi bent his index finger and made the secret sign of 'Nine of Bamboo'.

Zhou Maoxue was visibly stunned again, his expression changing from surprise to a blank stare.

The Xing Sheng Society's hand gesture, no outsider knows it except for internal members... Then there's only one possibility!

"Really... Is it really you? Are you Tang Bohu?"

Fang Zheng Yi smiled: "Heh, otherwise?"

"........"

Zhou Maoxue knelt on the ground, quickly lowered his head, clenched his teeth, and gripped the ground tightly with both hands.

His heart was already a storm, and his breathing began to falter.

Tang Bohu... Fang Zheng Yi is Tang Bohu, Tang Bohu is who he's impersonating...

Which means I've been played from beginning to end!?

And I was eagerly cooperating with him?

A group of scholars are being played by him?

Zhou Maoxue's heart turned to ashes for a moment, and the light in his eyes faded.

He had worked so hard for so long, but in the other person's eyes, he was just like a chess piece.

He passionately rallied the scholars to make trouble, but not only did the trouble fail, but he was sent to the factory by the other person.

Being in the factory would have been fine, but now it seems that it was all designed.

Those factory lives, the warmth given by the co-workers, were all acting?

The difference between people... Is it really that big?

Countless questions swirled above his head, Zhou Maoxue's heart ached, as if he was frozen in place.

Fang Zheng Yi was not in a hurry, he put his hands together on the table, turning his thumbs back and forth, with a cheap look on his face.

He waited for a long time.

Zhou Maoxue had already rolled all the past events in his mind.

He raised his head, his voice hoarse, and said: "Lord Hou's methods are indeed brilliant, this student knows his mistake."

Fang Zheng Yi said lightly: "What mistake have you made?"

"This student shouldn't have violated the court's decree, and shouldn't have led people to protest in front of the Jianye Marquis's mansion. Today, this student has brought his father's letter to apologize to Lord Hou, and hopes that Lord Hou will forgive me." Zhou Maoxue said, his heart cutting like a knife.

Now... His little bit of pride and ambition have been torn to pieces.

Now the only thing he can do is honestly apologize and not cause trouble for his family.

"This is a letter written by my father himself, let me hand it over to Lord Hou on his behalf, and I hope Lord Hou will read it personally." Zhou Maoxue took out the letter from his arms with a wooden expression and presented it respectfully.

Fang Zheng Yi took the envelope, opened it directly, and read it carefully.

After scanning through it, he looked up at Zhou Maoxue's numb face again, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This old thing, Zhou Hong, is really cunning.

The letter is written with sincere feelings, the first half is an apology, and the second half is begging himself to arrange for his son, and everything is at his disposal.

Running to me to find a job?!

Fang Zheng Yi carefully put away the letter and said, "Lord Zhou is my predecessor, how dare I not give him face when he personally apologizes for you? Get up, it's all in the past."

Fang Zheng Yi pointed to the seat in front of him, signaling Zhou Maoxue to sit down.

Zhou Maoxue showed an expression that was more ugly than crying, and sat down in front of Fang Zheng Yi, turning his head away.

He really didn't dare to look at him.

As long as he met Fang Zheng Yi's face, he would be incomparably ashamed, feeling that every pore of the other person was mocking him.

Fortunately, he was so moved by Tang Bohu's heart at the beginning....

"What? Is this official's appearance extremely ugly that you dare not look at me?"

Zhou Maoxue quickly turned his head, and then quickly lowered it: "This student dare not, Lord Hou's status is noble, how can this student look directly?"

"Tch!" Fang Zheng Yi chuckled, "I still like your previous unruly appearance."

"......"

Fang Zheng Yi said playfully: "Do you have any questions to ask me? If you want to ask anything, just say it."

A few struggles appeared on Zhou Maoxue's face, then he quickly raised his head and blurted out: "Lord Hou, are the people in the factory all fake, all arranged by you?"

Although he was extremely ashamed, for some reason, other questions in Zhou Maoxue's heart were no longer important.

He just wanted to know whether the people around him were all acting during his time in the factory.

Fang Zheng Yi tapped the table with his index finger, thinking about how to answer.

After a while, he slowly said: "Of course it's real."

"Really?" Zhou Maoxue's eyes lit up.

No matter what, that experience was also a precious one in his heart, and no one wanted what they cherished to be fake.

Now that he got this answer, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course, it can't be ruled out that there are some fake elements, such as the factory you are in, in fact, the work is not that easy." Fang Zheng Yi raised his eyebrows.

"Then does that mean the place I went to was really a black factory?" Zhou Maoxue's eyes widened.

Fang Zheng Yi remained noncommittal: "Compared to the situation when you were in the factory, it can indeed be regarded as a black factory."

"........"

Zhou Maoxue was choked for a moment: "Since it's really a black factory, why did Lord Hou tell me frankly?"

Fang Zheng Yi stared at him and said: "You should have also understood how the people used to live in the factory, although it is a black factory, at least they have more choices in their lives, they can improve their lives through the black factory. So this Marquis is not afraid of people making trouble, this is the general trend."

Zhou Maoxue nodded silently.

"However, the long-term continuation of black factories is indeed an important issue, and our Dongjiao University is also working hard to improve this situation." Saying that, Fang Zheng Yi flipped through a stack of materials from the drawer next to him and pushed them over.

"This is the situation of the factories in Beijing collected by Dongjiao University, this work is still in progress, and the situation will be improved soon. If the progress is ideal, maybe in a few... in the future, it may be able to reach the way you were in the factory."

Zhou Maoxue looked at the materials and asked: "Since this is the case, why didn't Lord Hou take it out earlier? Instead, why did you go to great lengths to send everyone to the factory?"

Fang Zheng Yi said: "You people only know how to do paperwork, you don't understand the court's painstaking efforts. When it comes to arguing, each one is very strong, but once you do practical things, you are all high-minded and low-handed, if you are not really opened your eyes, I am afraid you don't know how to turn back."

"But fortunately, the effect is good, it seems that most people are awake."

"This student is ashamed." Zhou Maoxue said softly.

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