Chapter 509 Opposition

Author: Grumpy and petty

Chapter 509 Opposition

Li Hejun naturally saw everyone's contemptuous smiles, but he didn't care.

Wang Longyang also laughed loudly, and he naturally did not take Li Hejun's warning in his heart.

His father was a county magistrate of the county and the county magistrate of Shangjun.

Even if Xia Yang is still alive, wouldn’t he still let him control it?

...

A sudden hail fell from the sky.

Everyone on the street was hiding.

In front of the Tailing Academy, many students came and went, holding paper umbrellas.

These students enjoy the new lotus in the lake, and their leisure and elegance are in sharp contrast with the rushing hawkers.

Lin Chao was wearing a straw raincoat and he came to Tailing Academy.

"Student, Xia Yang from Qingxu Gate, come to report." Lin Chao handed over his identity information to the deacon who was attending the school.

The deacon glanced at Xia Yang with a strange look in his eyes: "You go back."

Lin Chao was slightly stunned.

His academy quota has not been completed yet.

"Dare you sure you have any problems with my certificate?" Lin Chao continued to ask.

The deacon glanced at Lin Chao: "Your quota... has been occupied by someone."

When Lin Chao heard this, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Please tell me in detail."

Lin Chao said, grabbed a handful of broken silver and handed it to the deacon's sleeve.

The smile on the deacon's face became gentle: "Some time ago, someone from Qingxu Sect came over to report your death and provided your quota transfer letter."

The deacon said, entering the back room and taking out a contract from it.

"Look, there is also your own signature on it."

"I dare to ask the deacon, who provided this contract." Lin Chao asked again.

"Wu Zunquan." The deacon has a good memory, "By the way, the one who took your quota was a woman named Wu Linxiang. You should be careful. Behind her is Wang Longyang, the son of the county magistrate of Shangjun.

It’s better to make this big happen.”

The counties of Zhenyuan Kingdom are divided into Shangjun, Zhongjun and Xiajun.

The governor of Shangjun can be regarded as a real high-ranking official.

Even in Kyoto, it has a name and a surname.

When Lin Chao heard this, he narrowed his eyes: "Thank you, Deacon, for telling you."

He naturally has to take back the quota.

Watching Lin Chao leave, the deacon stretched out his body.

"I haven't seen fun for a long time."

...

In the inn, Wu Zunquan was wearing a white robe, looking particularly energetic.

At this time, with a smile on his face, he looked at the people in Qingxu Sect, and he slowly said, "In a few days, it will be the Wanhua Festival. Mr. Wang Longyang invited some talented people in the school to enjoy the flowers together, and I was lucky enough to be qualified to participate.

Wang Longyang specially gave me three places, and Senior Brother Zhao had no doubt that there was one place.

There are two remaining, I wonder if anyone wants to participate in this Wanhua Festival?”

The others looked at Wu Zunquan and looked envious.

Wu Zunquan is the same as them, both are newborns.

As a result, Wu Zunquan relied on climbing Wang Longyang's thigh and contacted some high-ranking officials.

In the academy, cultivation is important, but what is more important is connections.

With Wu Zunquan's current connections, he manages his business well and graduates from the academy, he is indispensable for a county magistrate.

How can they not envy this?

"Senior Brother Wu will be successful in the future, don't forget us."

These people flatter.

In fact, many people are very regretful. Why didn’t they expect to be more courageous and sell Xia Yang’s quota?

Otherwise, maybe they will be the ones who enter a higher circle now.

When Liu Wenli saw this scene, he felt particularly disdainful.

Because he spoke for Xia Yang before, he was excluded by Wu Zun. As well, students from the Qingxu Sect and other academic schools also began to exclude him.

At this moment, he was sitting quietly in the corner alone, feeling uncomfortable.

However, at this moment, a clear voice came.

"Wu Zunquan, did you sell my quota?"

Lin Chao, dressed in blue clothes, appeared, and his extraordinary face was filled with anger.

His tone was questioned.

"You... Xia Yang?"

"You're not dead?"

Everyone present looked shocked.

After all, they watched Xia Yang be taken away by the thieves.

In that case, Xia Yang will undoubtedly die.

But now, Xia Yang appears intact, so why don’t they be shocked?

A look of horror flashed across Zhao Qingyan's face: "Xia Yang, why are you back?"

Wu Zunquan was even more shocked, his eyes dodged, but when he thought of something, he had some confidence again.

"Xia Yang, you are actually back."

"Why, don't you welcome me when I'm back?" Lin Chao looked at Wu Zunquan with cold eyes, "I need an explanation."

Wu Zunquan was questioned like this and became angry, and the only guilt he had disappeared: "You were captured by the bandits, so we naturally think you have no way to survive.

It is a waste to place your quota.

If someone needs it, we will give it to you.

We have sent back the money given by that man to your closest people.”

"Is that right?" Lin Chao looked at Wu Zunquan, "So now I'm back, should I give it to me?"

"This..." Wu Zunquan felt a little anxious.

It is absolutely impossible to return it to Xia Yang.

In this way, he would offend Wang Longyang.

"Xia Yang, your quota has been given to others and you can't get it back." Wu Zunquan said gritting his teeth, "I'm sorry for your affairs, but it's all right."

Lin Chao looked at Wu Zunquan with a smile in his eyes.

Wu Zunquan was a little scared.

After all, something must have happened when Xia Yang came out of the bandit's nest.

Next to him, Zhao Qingyan, who had been silent, said: "Xia Yang, since you are back alive, the quota that belongs to you will definitely be yours.

But the quota for this year has been set. If we force it, we may offend noble people.

Why not do this? I will write a letter to my master and leave one for you next year's quota. What do you think?"

Zhao Qingyan didn't want to break Wang Longyang's thread.

So at this moment, he stood on Wu Zunquan's side.

Lin Chao narrowed his eyes: "I will be admitted to the school this year. This is my quota, and only I can decide where he is going."

Wu Zunquan, who was standing by, saw that Zhao Qingyan was also speaking for him, was even more confident: "Your quota is also given to you by Qingxu Sect!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chao stared at him with a cold look.

"Noisy!"

Lin Chao moved his feet directly and kicked Wu Zunquan out without everyone's reaction.

"Senior Brother Wu!" Many people supported Wu Zunquan.

The others looked at Lin Chao with anger in their eyes.

They shared the same hatred of the enemy and glared at Lin Chao.

It seemed that Lin Chao was the one who came to find fault.

Zhao Qingyan's eyes also became cold: "Xia Yang, is it enough to vent now?"

When Lin Chao heard this, a smile appeared in his eyes.

“Of course not enough.”

(End of this chapter)
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