I have a knife, I can kill monsters when I take it out of its sheath

"Who else is dissatisfied?"

Ji Chen looked at all the government officials with sharp eyes.

Everyone lowered their heads, no one dared to speak.

"Since no one has any opinion, I'll just say a few words."

"I like to be straightforward. I don't like to play dirty tricks, and I don't like others to threaten me."

"Don't try to reason with me. My words are truth, and the knife in my hand is truth."

"The reason why I managed to get to where I am now from a helpless scholar is not based on principles or luck, but on the knife in my hand."

"Truth and justice are not achieved with words, but with a knife."

"I will establish three rules starting today."

"First, obey!"

"The second thing is to obey!"

"Third, it's still Tama's obedience!"

"I only have one requirement as a team leader, and that is absolute obedience. Got it!"

"clear!"

Everyone answered in unison.

It's now, who dares to object?

Including those in Mr. Zhou's party, no one dared to say a word "no".

They finally understood that this guy was a lunatic.

If you try to reason with a lunatic or sing the opposite, you are going crazy! Still don’t want to live anymore!

In this way, Ji Chen killed the chicken to scare the monkey, and instantly integrated the Yamen soap class.

"Clean up these two corpses and leave half of the people to guard the government office. The other half will follow me to Da Nan Street to investigate the disappearance of Team Leader Zhao. Ding Gongbo will arrange the specific matters and set off after a cup of tea."

"Don't worry, sir. Your humble position will live up to your expectations!"

Ding Gongbo's heart was racing with excitement, and his face held back a trace of red light. He knew that he had made the right bet.

His eyes began to become firm, and at the same time there was a trace of imperceptible ferocity.

The officials looked at Ding Gongbo with complicated expressions. This young man who had been bullied by them was now in trouble.

Ji Chen sat on the chair and said nothing. Ding Gongbo arranged the whole process.

It just so happens that he needs such a person. After all, his mind is not on this class and he cannot do everything by himself.

Since Ding Gongbo intends to get closer, just support him. As for whether he will stab him in the back, Ji Chen is not worried. As long as he is on top of him, he will respect him as a god.

This is the absolute effect of strong strength.

Ding Gongbo went to the side to get a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and then personally studied the ink for Ji Chen.

After grinding the ink, the brush was dipped in ink, and he handed it to Ji Chen with both hands.

"My lord, please!"

"Have you read the book?"

Ji Chen took the pen and asked in passing.

From Ding Gongbo's series of movements, it can be seen that he has read the book. The ink is even and the pen is full, so that the scroll will not be cut off when writing.

"I was born in Daxia in 1993. Because my family was poor, I had to give up literature and join the martial arts."

As Ding Gongbo spoke, he helped lay out the paper rolls and held them down with a ruler.

"The imperial court does not limit the age for scientific examinations. It is not necessarily a bad thing to be a late bloomer. Some things may have different insights after years of precipitation."

As Ji Chen spoke, he wrote an official note on the scroll.

There are two people, Zhou and Liu, who committed the crime below and stabbed Shangguan with a knife. They were killed on the spot. Thinking that their family is innocent, please ask for ten taels of silver to settle down and provide for them.

Ding Gongbo's eyes lit up, "Sir, what a good word!"

As a person who had passed the Tongsheng examination, he could tell at a glance that Ji Chen's calligraphy was unique and beautiful, completely unlike any other font he had ever seen.

After Ji Chen finished writing, he put down the pen, dried it with zhenqi, and then handed it to Ding Gongbo.

"Take it to the county magistrate to sign and allocate some settlement allowance to the two of them."

Ding Gongbo took the post with both hands, held it carefully, and walked out of Zaoban's room.

The county magistrate usually stays in the study when he has nothing to do.

When Ding Gongbo showed him the post, his eyes also lit up.

"Good words!"

When he picked up the brush and prepared to sign, he was suddenly stunned, followed by shock.

A drop of ink dripped from the brush and was about to land on the paper roll, but he quickly reached out to catch it.

"Go and call the boss!"

The county magistrate stared at the copybook and said without looking back.

Ding Gongbo didn't know why, but he quickly went out and called the boss over.

"Sir, what do you want from me?" the master asked in confusion after he came in.

The county magistrate quickly waved to Lord Bo to come over, "Come and take a look at this copybook!"

The master walked over doubtfully. At first glance, "What beautiful words!"

"Eh, no, this is?"

The main booklet was soon shocked. The fonts on this copybook were completely different from those of several famous writers, and there was no trace of any famous artist in the strokes.

"This is?"

The master looked at the county magistrate in shock.

The county magistrate also looked at Zhu Bo and said with the same shock: "Create your own lineage!"

He was both shocked and excited.

There are eight meridians of calligraphy in this world, and almost all calligraphy comes from these eight meridians. Even if there is something greener than blue, it is still within these eight meridians.

And this copybook is completely outside the Eight Meridians, it can be called the Ninth Meridian, and if it is spread, it will be enough to cause a sensation in the world.

The host asked excitedly: "Who wrote this?"

The county magistrate calmed down his excitement and then said: "Ji Chen!"

The reason why I am excited is because this copybook is priceless. Perhaps even Ji Chen himself hasn't noticed this yet.

When more and more copybooks of a famous artist appear and their style becomes more mature, the value of his original copybooks will become higher.

The county magistrate and the emperor saw the value of this copybook at a glance. After all, they were serious officials who had passed the Chunwei examination, and their vision was not comparable to that of a boy like Ding Gongbo.

The county magistrate carefully folded the copybook and put it away, then picked up the pen, wrote a new copybook based on Ji Chen's original words, signed it and handed it to Ding Gongbo.

"Take it to Bingbi's room, collect twenty taels of silver, and give it to the families of Lao Zhou and Xiao Lao Liu!"

Twenty taels of silver were spent on the death of two government officials.

Human life is of no value at all in this world where gods and ghosts are everywhere.

After Ding Gongbo left, Lord Bo said, "Sir, you can't keep this post for yourself, everyone who sees it has a share."

"Go on, I'll ask Ji Chen to write another one for you, oh no, two!"

"How can it be compared? Copybooks are of course acquired by skilled hands. Those written out of emotion are the most valuable."

Ding Gongbo had no idea that he had passed by a huge fortune, nor did he know that the county magistrate and Lord Bo were about to fight over a copybook.

After a cup of tea, Ding Gongbo took a group of people to Da Nan Street with Ji Chen. He pretended to investigate, then spent twenty taels of silver to find dozens of refugees, cleaned up the corpses, swept the streets, and then returned home.

As for Bantou Zhao and others, they were naturally classified as dead at the hands of monsters. Go back and write a note, ask the county magistrate to sign it, approve fifty taels of settlement allowance for each person, and the matter will be considered closed.

This is the convenience brought by power. Dealing with the aftermath, which was originally very difficult, can now be solved with just a note after becoming the head of the yamen team.