How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

"It's time to dig! There's been a notice from above that we're really going to dig it out!"

"Explain that starting tomorrow, we will officially excavate Deling..."

Kyoto writer.

Wen Haohe walked into the compound with a shocked look on his face, holding a document he had just received.

Father is not here, only the housekeeper Qin Wenjing is holding a watering can in one hand and scissors in the other, watering the flowers and plants raised by his father and pruning the branches.

"Uncle Qin, how come you still have time to play with this! The Ming Tombs are surrounded by troops. Chen Wentian still doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. You..."

Wen Haohe's face turned pale, and his hands holding the documents were trembling.

He didn't understand.

Why is it that everyone in the Wen family, except himself, seems to be doing nothing.

Something happened!

Shouldn't it be dealt with immediately?

Qin Wenjing sighed when he saw the child's frightened look.

He put down the watering can and scissors and took the document from the other person's hand.

"The excavation is going to start so soon? Haha, [Ming Tombs Archaeological Excavation Steering Group]..."

"Team leader, Wang Heping!"

Qin Wenjing's eyes lit up, but he didn't expect that it would be this old man who would bear everything in the end.

It's not easy!

"Uncle Qin! What on earth is going on?"

Wen Haohe's IQ was obviously not enough to allow him to think about such a complex issue.

Survived all these years.

He only knows where there is a problem. He does not need to solve the problem, but solves the person who raised the problem.

But this time...

Why does it seem like you've thrown yourself into a trap?

The Wen family is all going to suffer disaster, and you are all indifferent.

Qin Wenjing laughed: "Haohe, I will tell you a story, will you listen?"

Wen Haohe was stunned.

Do you really care about listening to stories at this time?

But Qin Wenjing started talking regardless of whether he wanted to listen or not.

"When my grandfather was young, it was still a time of war."

"My family is poor, and my grandfather can only help the landlord herd sheep, farm, and do some manual work. In the past, it was considered a long-term job."

"Long-term workers refer to workers who have signed long-term contracts with landlords and have little potential in the first place."

"But my grandfather is smarter, down-to-earth, hard-working, and educated. He was quickly chosen by the landlord and promoted to the steward of the outer courtyard."

"You heard that right, just like me, we are all butlers!"

"At that time, the landlord's compound was divided into an inner and an outer courtyard. The steward of the outer courtyard was responsible for handling all business dealings of the master, and the steward of the inner courtyard was responsible for taking care of family affairs."

"Theoretically, the status of internal and external housekeepers should be the same, but in fact, the status of internal housekeepers is much higher than that of outer housekeepers."

"Because he has been in contact with the master, his wife, and the young lady all year round. Everyone agrees with him. A word from the inner courtyard housekeeper can even change the master's decision."

Wen Haohe listened in confusion.

Qin Wenjing continued: "After my grandfather became the housekeeper of the outer courtyard, he thought that this would not work."

"I don't get along very well with the housekeeper of the inner courtyard. The other party tried to trip me up several times and use dirty tricks. I couldn't guard against him. I had to find a way to get him away. Otherwise, sooner or later I would be finished."

"At that time, regardless of the housekeeper of the inner and outer courtyards and the person in charge of the family, if we only relied on the master's salary, it would not be enough."

“Everyone has to eat and drink, otherwise we won’t be able to feed a large family.”

"Now we have to deal with the housekeeper of the inner courtyard, Hao He, what do you think my grandfather should do?"

amount……

Seeing Qin Wenjing's sudden question, Wen Haohe was stunned and said subconsciously.

"Collect evidence of corruption by the steward of the inner court, use this evidence to report to the master, and bring down the other party!"

"Hehehe!"

Qin Wenjing smiled bitterly and kept shaking his head.

"My grandfather didn't do that at all, because he knew that this alone would not trip up the housekeeper of the inner courtyard."

"He began to indulge himself, intentionally or unintentionally deducting wages from his subordinates, and asking for kickbacks from business partners."

"Even when you go out to buy something, you still have to make false accounts so that you can earn more."

"what?"

Wen Haohe was completely dumbfounded. What was he going to do?

Qin Wenjing continued.

"As time went by, my grandfather's reputation was very bad, and it even reached his ears."

"But he acted very appropriately. He took what he should take, and he didn't take what he shouldn't take. He never crossed that red line!"

"As for the housekeeper of the inner courtyard, he knows that he is in competition with my grandfather, so he is very cautious in everything he does."

"He does not withhold or take, does not want benefits from anyone, and does not allow anyone to handle their private affairs. He is just like a saint, fair and honest, and no one can find fault with him."

"He even collected all the evidence of my grandfather and put it in front of my grandfather one day."

"Changhe, can you guess the final outcome?"

Qin Wenjing suddenly asked seriously.

Wen Haohe still shook his head in confusion.

Lao Qin was obviously disappointed, and his tone became deeper and deeper.

"In the end, the master drove away the steward of the inner courtyard, promoted my grandfather to the steward of the inner courtyard, and told my grandfather..."

"It's not scary to eat and drink! Everyone has greed!"

"The most terrifying thing is that he dares to take all my property!"

"This person must not be left here!"

After saying that, Qin Wenjing patted Wen Haohe on the shoulder and left with a sigh.

Only Wen Haohe was left standing there, wondering about the meaning of Butler Qin's words.

He inexplicably thought of two people.

He Shen and Ji Xiaolan...

Qin Wenjing had already left, and he had other things to do.

Now that Chen Wentian and the two men have gone to the grave, according to the agreement, 30 billion of the 60 billion US dollars will be released.

It’s time to hand back these 30 billion.

In addition...

Qin Wenjing also noticed it keenly.

The last line of this document.

[Specially invited guiding experts: Ye Cheng, Li Cen]?

Needless to say, Ye Cheng.

This person is like a shit stirrer, he is everywhere.

Li Cen?

Guanshan Taibao!

Did you also participate in the excavation of Deling?

Butler Qin showed a bit of a sneer and walked away from the Wen family compound.

……

at the same time.

Eagle Sauce San Francisco.

In a certain mansion.

Two elderly men were sitting in front of a huge TV, playing controller games.

It's hard to say he's old.

Although both of them have gray hair, their appearance and mental state look like middle-aged people in their forties or fifties, full of passion.

On the TV screen, bullets were flying everywhere, and the scene was exciting.

The fat man even stood up and shouted excitedly.

"Comrades, victory is ahead, come with me!"

Da da da da…

A string of bullets flew past, but unfortunately they all missed.

What's more, the team members next to him failed to cover in time, causing the character controlled by Fatty to die of course.

"Fuck, I won't play any more! Old Hu, your special mother has been playing for a hundred years and your level is still so bad."

The fat man threw down the handle angrily, grabbed the Fat House Happy Water next to him and drank it.

"Hahaha……"

The muscular man on the side grinned.

"Fat man, I let you die on purpose! If your mother-in-law lives to the end, you won't be able to take away so many good things from me."

"You fucking..."

The fat man jumped up in anger and wanted to choke the other person.

The man turned his head and hid, laughing wildly.

Squeak button!

The door of the mansion was pushed open, and a graceful and not too old woman walked in.

However, the white hair on her head and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes revealed her age, which was at least over sixty.

"Have fun! I'm already half-buried, but I still have fun! Ah!"

The woman turned off the TV, her face turned purple with anger, and she stared at the two old children in front of her.

When the fat man saw this, he turned around and ran away with an embarrassed smile.

"Damn! What time is it? It's time to pick up my grandson from school. Lao Hu, you fucking wait. I'll deal with you when I come back at night!"

After the fat man ran away quickly, the muscular man also stood up.

"Um...Daughter-in-law, I...it's time for me to pick up my grandson, please make way."

Saying that, the flirty guy also wanted to flee the scene of the crime.

But the woman didn't move a step, her face becoming more and more embarrassed.

"Lao Hu, all the Fobolers outside have withdrawn, and the surveillance on us... has been lifted."

hum!

The man's head buzzed, his whole body tensed, and he subconsciously asked.

"Jiu'er and Xiao Yang Zhao have already gone in?"

"affim!"

The woman sighed, walked over and hugged the man's waist, leaning her head on the other man's chest, tears streaming from her eyes.

"Old Hu, we only had Jiu'er in our forties. Tell me...why you had to let those two children return to the Dragon Kingdom..."

"I, I'm scared! Wuwuwu..."

The man known as Lao Hu felt the worry in his wife's heart.

He raised his head and looked out the window, which was the distant east.

"Some debts must be repaid!"

"Some things have to be done by someone!"

……

Kyoto, near Panjiayuan, in the home of Guanshan Taibao Feng Shiwen.

"call……"

The old man asked while busy packing his things.

"Are you sure you're going to dig tomorrow?"

"Yes!"

Li Cen stood aside, unable to intervene even if he wanted to, with a very complicated expression on his face.

"...Ye Cheng is also sure to go to the grave?"

"Get off! I'll get off with him..."

There was silence in the room.

Feng Shiwen packed up his things, handed a bulging luggage into the hands of his adopted son and apprentice, and sighed.

"Disciple! You should bring all these things with you. Normally you don't have to study hard when teaching them to you, but now it's time to use them. I'm afraid you will embarrass the master..."

Li Cen took the luggage from his master and forced out a bitter smile.

"No, Master!"

"Although I like reading and playing with antiques, I have not given up on my mountain viewing skills. I will keep everything you taught me in mind."

Feng Shiwen smiled when he heard this, patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and asked seriously.

"Haha, that's fine!...Do you hate me?"

Li Cen shook his head firmly: "I don't hate it, Master!"

"Without you, I would have died fifty years ago. How could I still be alive today?"

Feng Shiwen looked at the other party in a daze, unable to say what he wanted to say.

In the end, he could only wave his hand.

"Go!"

"Hey."

Li Cen turned around and strode away, but the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't help but fall.

He stood there and asked in a muffled voice.

"Master, if I want to leave, you..."

Feng Shiwen felt his disciple's concern and laughed loudly.

"I won't live for a few more days, haha! Maybe we can cross the Naihe Bridge together by then!"

Hearing this, Li Cen became even more sad, turned around and kowtowed.

"Dad! I beg you, please let me change my surname from Li to your surname Fengxing?"

He knocked his head on the ground and cried uncontrollably. His tears wet the dust on the ground.

Feng Shiwen's mood was agitated and he could no longer restrain his feelings. He was still in tears.

After fifty years, this child finally called him daddy!

It allows you to change your surname to a surname...

Why not let Guanshan Taibao be completely cut off like this?

The old man sat slumped on the wicker chair, remained silent for a long time, and finally said.

"Son, if you can come back alive, I will allow you to become the twenty-first... Guanshan Taibao."

"it is good!"

After Li Cen heard this, he bowed to his master seriously, kowtowed to his adoptive father three times, got up and left in a big stride.