At noon the next day, the energetic Zheng Zhipeng took Zheng Zhiyan, Jinyi Yuemon, and hundreds of guards to Songjiang, holding Zhang Bingzhen's handwriting and the official documents of the inspector's yamen. There was no turmoil along the way. Even if the prefect of Songjiang was disgusted, he could only pinch his nose and recognize him.

Of course, it is inevitable that the court in Chaonan-Beijing complained, but as Zheng Zhipeng and Zhang Bingzhen said yesterday, the attitude of the court in Nanjing may not care about the chief officials of the border at the level of Zhang Bingzhen.

Zheng Zhipeng just thought it was strange, why did Zheng Zhiyan not even have a bullshit?

After all, no matter how stupid my younger brother is, he has been in Songjiang. It is time to see that he is thinking about starting a new job. He is obviously dissatisfied with the result of Zheng Zhibao's handling.

Could this guy come to visit him?

But I didn't know that the conversation between him and Zhang Bingzhen was always listened to by this guy. Seeing that his fourth brother had just said something, he fooled the provincial governor and second-rank official into his own people, and he also had a body full of official skin. He had long admired himself.

Because Zheng Zhipeng traveled through time, he didn't have much brotherly feelings for Zheng Zhiyan in his heart, but Zheng Zhiyan had it for him.

Between brothers, what are yours and mines? Are they all ours? Zheng Zhipeng is his mother and is a little closer than the other four. How can he have any intention of fighting for power? If the fourth brother is a pile of mud that cannot be helped, he will naturally have to grab the power without any discussion. But who has ever seen mud that fools the governor of a province?

He just hated that Xiaoyao ointment was so hateful that it could actually make his good brother look like that. It was really hard to kill the Xu family. Of course, he would definitely write a letter to Zheng Zhilong to report such a major event, but Zheng Zhilong was far away in Fujian, and it was estimated that when he received the reply, the dust had already settled here.

Zheng Zhipeng didn't know what he was thinking, and was still secretly wary of him deep down. In fact, he was already a little bit like a villain to judge a gentleman.

When he arrived at Songjiang Prefecture, Zheng Zhipeng did not dare to enter the city. Instead, he began to buy a manor outside the city in a big way. However, he ordered Zheng Zhiyan to personally visit officials of Songjiang Prefecture with generous gifts.

After January, the Heroes Conference will be held here.

Of course, before this, Zheng Zhipeng had to know these shopkeepers in Jiangnan.

In the newly built village, Zheng Zhipeng sat in the main seat, drinking tea sips after sip. The cigar in his hand had been burned by nearly half. However, looking around, the ten tables were still loose.

He had made an appointment with the shopkeepers to come here to discuss things in Weishi, but now it is almost time to speak up, and there are still people who haven't arrived, which makes his face a little gloomy.

In the past, Zheng Zhipeng was not in charge, and Zheng Zhilong was the emperor far away. The shopkeepers did whatever they wanted, and they were corrupt as they wanted. How free they lived. Now this party was obviously a bit like seizing power. Zheng Zhipeng knew that although he was a boss, he had always been looked down upon by these shopkeepers. This was normal. After all, with his predecessor's virtue, he would treat it as a piece of stinky shit if he changed him.

But no matter how ridiculous my predecessor is, it is still the boss. Which shopkeeper dares to leave his boss for more than an hour? Those who have not come will probably be either stupid enough to tell the difference between them or they are just trying to bully the coach.

Thinking of this, even though Zheng Zhipeng claimed that he was well-behaved, he couldn't bear it anymore: "Eemon, remove the empty chairs on the table and close the door. If you don't come, you won't be able to use them."

After a swish, the tea party that was a little mess just now became quiet.

Zheng Zhipeng signaled the girls to serve the dishes, and chatted while eating. He ate the lion head in front of him and exclaimed: "Try it all, and the chef specially invited from Fenglu Building, Hangzhou. Their crab noodles and lion heads are awesome in Hangzhou. You have to make an appointment in advance, and you can't eat them if you have money."

"I think there should be no one here who doesn't know me, so I won't introduce myself and ask everyone to come. First, I must have heard of the Xu family's affairs. My grandchildren actually dare to use the poison to harm me. I will avenge this hatred no matter how."

A fat and fat middle-aged man frowned and said, "Fourth Master, this is Hangzhou, not Fujian, the Xu family has been officials for many generations, and the relationship can even be connected to Beijing. These officials in the province are their guests of honor. Since the Third Master has taught them a lesson, you are... a strong dragon will not suppress local snakes."

Zheng Zhipeng smiled and said, "Who is this?"

"Oh, I'm at Zoulong, the shopkeeper of the Silk Village in the West of Suzhou City. I have only met the Fourth Master a few times. Fourth Master, you are busy with your nobleman, and you may not remember me."

"Well, I don't remember it, Manager Zou, please stand up."

Zou Long stood up obediently, but he still obediently.

"Yuemon, remove his chair."

Zou Long looked confused. Before he could react, there was no chair under his butt.

"Okay, sit down."

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"Sit. Shopkeeper Zou, everyone is sitting, you are standing alone, it's not good."

"Second Master, you...what do you mean?"

"I can't find a stool anymore, right? Today I've invited shopkeepers who have made great contributions to my Zheng family over the years. Look, are there any place for you? Otherwise, go to the Xu family to try it and see if they can give you a bite of food?"

"I...Fourth Master, I was wrong."

Manager Zou is also a master who can bend and stretch. He knelt down and sat there with a thud, holding his lion head in his hand and ate it voraciously, which made Zheng Zhipeng laugh.

Zheng Zhipeng glanced at him with a smile and said to everyone in a punctual manner: "Is the lion's head delicious? If you taste delicious, eat more, but one thing, don't forget whose job you are serving. Now, who agrees and who opposes?"

Seeing that no one finally said anything this time, Zheng Zhipeng nodded with satisfaction and said, "Very good, so I'll talk about the second thing next."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden noise below. However, a strong man with a big waist and round waist about two meters tall limped in. Yuemon's Japanese men went down to stop him, but he pushed him into a big blow.

"What does the fourth master mean? I taught me that Lao Feng came to have a drink. But I didn't let me in outside the door? Could it be that Lao Feng has offended me on weekdays?" As he said that, the man limped to the top and no one stopped him again.

The visitor Zheng Zhipeng knew him. He was the nominal shopkeeper of Suzhou Prefecture, but he was not a businessman. He was an old brother who went out to fight with Zheng Zhilong. He retired and went ashore because of his leg injury. Therefore, he was always very arrogant on weekdays. In addition, his predecessor was really a waste, so he basically never cared about him. He was a prince of their Zheng family, and his status was only higher than that of their Zheng family's cousins. He never looked down on Zheng Zhipeng, a prodigal son, so today he was so arrogant, which was quite a bit of awesome.

"Shopkeeper Feng, you are late."

"That's really a shame, business is too busy."

"Haha, OK, Manager Feng finds a place to sit."

"Happy, I..."

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, because he had been searching for a long time but couldn't find an empty chair. Instead, he was stupid and sat on the ground and chewing on a lamb chop to smell the fragrance of chewing on it.

"You can't find a place, right? Then you can go back wherever you come from. From now on, there will be no place for you to sit in the Zheng family."

Feng Jun was angry on the spot: "Second Master, what do you mean? Are you going to quit me?"

"It means literally."

"You... Why should you, a prodigal son, deal with me? I want to see the Third Master, no, I want to see Mr. Long! Do you know how much blood I have shed for the Zheng family? If you want to quit me, unless Mr. Long speaks in person, I will put my words here today. I will not accept you!"

Zheng Zhipeng let out a note book and threw it on his face, and said in a bad tone: "Don't accept it? Feng Jun, you have been in charge of Suzhou for three years. The business you have had at least 60,000 taels of silver in the past year. Now? Three thousand taels! Will you lose money next year? On the contrary, you, Manager Feng, just married the concubine of the ninth room the day before yesterday. If you don't explain to me, where did your money come from?"

Feng Jun's face turned red and red when he was scolded, and the rest of the shopkeepers were also secretly shocked.

Isn't it said that he is a super prodigal son who doesn't know big words and only knows how to eat, drink and have fun? No matter how you look at this momentum, it's probably the same as Tiger Master of the Special Mother! Feng Jun is offending him. If he changes himself, would he have some information to deal with it?

Feng Jun said in a silence: "Fourth Master, are you going to calculate the money with me?"

"Shopkeeper Feng is joking. You are the shopkeeper of my Zheng family. What's the point of not counting money with you?"

But Feng Jun tore open his upper body's clothes, revealing a ferocious and ugly scar, slapped his chest and said angrily: "Do you calculate money with me? Then please tell me, how do you calculate the injury in my body?"

"This gunshot wound on the left lung was pierced by a traitor when Li Zhikui rebelled three years ago. When I protected Mr. Long and killed all the way, I was stabbed by Yang Liu, a great Japanese pirate, four years ago when I was fighting with the Yang family thief, four years ago."

After saying that, he lifted the useless leg and put it hard on the table where he was eating, pulled it open and said, "This leg was injured by the wooden thorns blown out of the shell when he was chasing the traitor Li Zhikui last year. At that time, the wooden thorns were flying towards the Third Master. I used this leg to save the Third Master's life! The Fourth Master is now counting money with me? The villain asked the Fourth Master, who will repay me for the blood shed for the Zheng family?"

After saying that, he glared at Zheng Zhipeng with his big cow-like eyes, looking very scary.

The shopkeepers also stopped the wine and stared at Zheng Zhipeng in unison, wanting to see what he planned to do.

However, when Zheng Zhipeng was extremely straightforward, he sat on the stool and placed his legs directly on the table. Then, without waiting for everyone to react, he suddenly stabbed a bloody hole in his leg.
Chapter completed!