Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

Someone coming from the capital?

At this time, the autumn harvest had just passed. Yan Kuan thought about it and probably knew why the county magistrate was so panicked.

There was a drought in Hezhou this year. Not much crops could be harvested. It was already a problem to feed the local people, let alone pay taxes to the court.

Taxes have been in arrears for two full months this year. The imperial court may want to find an example and punish someone.

As soon as he stepped into the government office, the magistrate Cheng Yong came to greet him, crying and snotting as if he had seen his own father.

Holding Yan Kuan's hand:

"Yan Yayi, ever since you came to the government office, I knew you were a capable and talented person. Many times others wanted to take you away from me, but I just couldn't bear to let you go."

Bullshit! He clearly wanted me to stay here and let him take charge, so that he could make money and embezzle money. If something goes wrong, he would use me as a scapegoat.

Yan Kuan didn't even bother to lift his eyelids: "Master Cheng, if you have something to say, just say it. What's going on here?"

Cheng Yong was stunned. Seeing the master behind him winking at him, he quickly wiped his tears and said in a flattering way:

"It's like this. Yesterday I had a meal with the prefect. The prefect was drunk and told me that the court had recently sent someone to Hezhou. He even said that he was an important person. This made me panic. Didn't I come to discuss this with you?"

When it comes to big shots, Yan Kuan immediately thought of the one from the inn. They were the only unfamiliar faces and wealthy people who had appeared here recently.

He glanced at Cheng Yong and changed his tone to flattering:

"That's great news. In Hezhou, even the emperor would complain that his shoes are not big enough. This sudden arrival must be to give you a promotion. I would like to congratulate you in advance."

Cheng Yong's mouth was trembling, and his cloudy eyes were filled with anger and anxiety:

"Master Yan, Brother Yan, please don't embarrass me. I know you are angry that I didn't recommend you, but I also value you and want to keep you."

"How about this, let's get this matter over with first, from now on you will be my brother, and I will definitely help you in your career, how about that?"

That's right, if you want a mule to pull a mill, you have to give it a carrot. It's not that easy to get something for nothing.

Yan Kuan then said seriously: "Then I wonder what countermeasures you have for this, sir?"

Cheng Yong said: "When a high official comes to inspect, of course we have to host a banquet first, and it is better to have a conversation at the table, and it is better to have a girl accompany him, so that the master can't get angry in front of him. Maybe he will be so happy that he will skip Hezhou. Everything will be fine after we get through this year."

"How about we send the wine and food from Babaozhai to Yilan Garden? In two days, let's ask Mama Hua to call all the girls to Hualou to welcome the imperial envoy."

"As for you, you can go to the banquet first on my behalf. If the wind direction is good, I will rush over immediately and we can get through this difficult time together."

Yan Kuan did not make any more excuses. If one holds a low official position, one must act like one. He must be able to do everything, such as drinking, laughing, and being a vanguard. Otherwise, why do people say that it is difficult to survive in the officialdom!

Based on his observation of Xie Jueyuan, he didn't think he was the kind of person who liked brothels. However, this was all arranged by the county magistrate, so what did it have to do with him?

Yan Kuan thought sinisterly that it would be best if Cheng Yong, this old fellow, could end up losing more than he gained. That would be interesting.

He immediately said seriously: "Everything is subject to your instructions."

Cheng Yong nodded with satisfaction:

"Brother Yan, you and I are in the same boat now. Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. If you want to get ahead in the officialdom, you have to learn how to give gifts. I will teach you. If you give gifts well, you don't have to work hard. Maybe you can rise to a high position and become successful."

After saying that, she gave him a knowing look.

He looks like he is preaching and answering questions.

Giving gifts?

Yan Kuan thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case. Even in modern life, the culture of gift-giving is indispensable. China has been a country of etiquette since ancient times, and many businesses are concluded over wine tables.

I sent eighty taels out of the one hundred taels to my parents, and used the rest to pay off the restaurant bill, leaving little behind.

Just when he was about to turn around and ask Cheng Yong to borrow some money, those old guys had already run away.

Fuck, what's the big deal, isn't it just a gift? I made it myself, it's all out of sincerity.

It’s okay to give a generous gift, as the thought behind it is great.

It would be best if you could carry it with you so that Xie Jueyuan can always remember his kindness. It would be best if he could be moved and want to promote himself when he sees the gift.

The Dai Yue people valued literature over military affairs, and when scholars and men of letters met, they would write poems and paint paintings as gifts to each other, which he was not good at, or give antiques and famous paintings as gifts, which he did not have either.

There were a few spears and swords, but Xie Jueyuan was not the kind of person who liked to wield swords and guns. After much thought, Yan Kuan decided to use his unique skill - carving.

Don't think it's simple. He learned this craft from a street art master. When the master is not posing, he would hold a knife and carve little figures on the street. At that time, in addition to reading martial arts novels, Yan Kuan's favorite thing was to learn carving from him.

For the next two days, Yan Kuan stayed at home carving and did not go out.

It was not until the lawyer knocked on the door and handed him a generous gift from the magistrate that he finally walked out.

Towards evening, Yan Kuan was walking on the way to Yilan Garden. He exchanged the county magistrate's wooden box of famous wine for his own carving, which instantly made him look taller and taller. He nodded with satisfaction.

Before coming, he went to the river to take a bath, changed into his newly bought clothes, and dressed himself neatly before going.

A good image is half of a successful interview. Xie Jueyuan is now his immediate superior, and he is already looking forward to Xie Jueyuan giving him a promotion.

When Yan Kuan arrived, there were already four carriages parked next to Yilan Garden, which were the vehicles of officials from several surrounding counties.

Seeing this, Yan Kuan's heart became active. As he was thinking, someone patted his shoulder.

Turning around, he saw a bloated, sallow-faced man standing next to him. It was his former classmate who had taken the military examination, Zhang Zhe.

Don't be fooled by his current appearance. He used to be a strong man with strong muscles like Zhang Fei. After becoming the county magistrate, he indulged in excessive sexual activities and his body became hollow.

Zhang Zhe greeted him pretending to be familiar with him:

"Hey, Brother Yan Kuan, why are you dressed so smartly today? You're not like me, wearing an official uniform that's hard to change to a different color."

Yan Kuan glanced at his lower body, which was blocked by his big belly, and smiled vaguely.

"You, where are you looking?"

"Nothing. It's just that Brother Zhang is very lucky. I don't have the fate of staying up all night like you do."

This is a compliment to a man, but when Zhang Zhe heard it, his face immediately turned ugly.

He has been taking Chinese medicine for treatment recently. He is just in his early thirties, but the quack doctor said that it would be difficult for him to have children. His concubines have also been making trouble for him recently, and he has been so anxious that his hair has fallen out.

He glanced at Yan Kuan with resentment. He was a tall and strong man, full of vigor and vitality, completely different from himself.

Without further ado, Zhang Zhe approached Yan Kuan and asked, "Do you know who the imperial envoy sent by the court this time is?"

Yan Kuan: “Who is it?”

Zhang Zhe lowered his voice and said, "The current Prime Minister, thank you."