Today is a rest day. Officials do not need to go to work. The same goes for Vincent, the newly promoted deputy manager of the trial court's storage department. He has just taken up this position not long ago, but he has adapted quite quickly. Taking advantage of this rest day, he directly brought

Some subordinates came out for dinner.

Vincent chose a luxurious aristocratic restaurant. He used to live in a difficult situation, but now he was extremely generous. He directly took out a hundred silver moons and invited everyone to come here for a banquet.

This amount of money is unaffordable for ordinary people, but for Vincent, who was rewarded by Ye Lingchen, it is only one thousandth.

The wine table was filled with people drinking wine, and the subordinates all behaved respectfully in the face of Vincent, who was newly appointed and spending a lot of money.

A clerk took the initiative to fill the wine glass and presented it to Vincent with a flattering expression: "Sir Vincent has taken office as a new official. I would like to propose a toast to you."

Vincent's words and deeds are a good example of what it means to be a villain. When he was a commoner, he had to speak in a low voice when meeting these petty officials, for fear of upsetting the officials.

Now that he has been promoted and gained status, he behaves very arrogantly when facing those who were above him in the past, deliberately saying in a lazy tone: "Just a toast? It seems that I don't have any face with you.

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The clerk's eyes wandered, and he hurriedly drank the wine in the cup. Then he filled the cup and drank again, and then drank three cups in a row. Then he said with a smile: "My lord, I have a clumsy mouth, so I will drink three cups as a penalty."

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Vincent crossed his legs and said casually: "It doesn't have to be like this. We have known each other for a long time. I vaguely remember that I had a dispute with the vegetable seller in the market. There was something wrong with his steel scale. I obviously only bought it.

It weighed half a catty, but he weighed it out to be one catty."

"I was so angry that I took him to the court. You were the one in charge at that time. It would have been really tiring. The table was so short and there wasn't even a guest chair. I had to squat down to talk to you the whole time, and you were behind.

I was leaning on a chair drinking tea, and I was hunched over outside, writing a charge sheet for more than half an hour, tsk tsk tsk.”

When the past events were mentioned in this way, the clerk's face turned red and white with embarrassment. At the same time, he cursed in his heart, this Vincent is really a dog who takes advantage of others. When he was a commoner, he was as humble as a dog.

Don't dare to let one go.

It's better now. I curry favor with Lord Judge Motai and become a deputy steward in the storage office. I'm so arrogant.

To be honest, the storage department is not the real power department of the trial office, not to mention that Vincent is only a deputy manager, not a full-time official, so there is nothing to complain about.

But there is no way, no matter what, he is still an official, and the higher the official level is, the more likely he is to kill others. Whether they, the small officials attached to the reception office, will do well in the future depends on Vincent's face.

The junior official had been in the trial court for so long, so he was considered a veteran. He hid his grievances in his heart, deliberately hit his head, and said with a glib smile: "Master Vincent taught you the right lesson, what is this called?

This is called looking down upon others! Everyone must take me as a warning!"

The petty officials had already blamed themselves, and Vincent couldn't say anything more, so he put the matter aside. He poured a full glass of wine and presented a toast to everyone, saying slowly: "Okay, the past is in the past.

, Now we are all colleagues, so don’t worry about the past. From today on, we will stop fighting each other, serve the same master wholeheartedly, and work for Lord Motai together!"

After everyone clinked glasses with each other, the atmosphere at the wine table became lively. Everyone drank one glass of wine after another, until they were drunk, and everyone began to put their arms around each other and call each other brothers.

At this time, two guests walked in from the door and sat down. One of them sighed: "It's really scary. That girl actually jumped from such a high place and fell beyond recognition."

Another person shook his head and sighed: "It's so pitiful. If a good girl dies like this, it's all her fiancé's fault. That guy named Vincent is really nothing."

Gu/span> Although Vincent was a little drunk, he could still hear the curse words clearly. Now that his subordinates were around, he felt his face was dull and yelled at the two of them: "Who are you scolding?"

The two looked over and asked inexplicably: "What does it have to do with you if we scold Vincent?"

"I am Vincent!" Vincent pointed at them, smelling of alcohol, "I am Lord Motel's man. Who are you, and you dare to point fingers at me?"

The two guests laughed, and the expressions on their faces suddenly turned cold. They stood up and looked at Vincent condescendingly, with cold voices: "Who do you think you are talking to?"

When Vincent saw the Trojan family crest on the shoulders of the two men, he was so frightened that he almost woke up from the wine.

It's true that Vincent has been promoted, but some concepts in his subconscious have not changed yet. He thought that spending hundreds of silver moons to eat in this aristocratic restaurant made him a superior person, but he completely forgot that he was here with him.

How many people who eat are of lower status than him?

In an ordinary tavern, his status is indeed superior to others, but in a place where nobles gather, a petty official like him is just an ant barely climbing up to the nobles.

Facing the nobles of the Trojan King, Vincent had long lost his previous arrogance. He nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said tremblingly: "My lords, I am blind-sighted, please don't care about it."

The royal nobles showed no dignity at all, and poured a glass of wine directly on Vincent's face, saying coldly: "Get out of here, you useless piece of trash, don't offend me here."

Vincent was obedient, glanced distressedly at the unfinished meals on the table that he had paid for, and fled with the clerks.

When they walked out of the restaurant, the clerks looked embarrassed on the surface, but in fact they were overjoyed. Watching Vincent get slapped in the face was more satisfying than pretending to be cool themselves.

Vincent looked resentful, looked back at the Noble Restaurant, and secretly swore in his heart: Just wait! You can insult me ​​now, but when I continue to rise through the ranks in the future, you will not be able to climb up, and then we will see who looks down on whom!

The weather was not very good today. It was raining heavily. Vincent and others did not have umbrellas, so they had to wait for the rain to stop under the eaves in front of the restaurant.

At this time, a little doorman ran over from the rain curtain, closed his umbrella and shook off the water droplets on it, muttering: "Damn it, there is a man coming towards us, holding a black big knife in his hand."

, with a coffin on his shoulders."

Coffin? Vincent suddenly felt inexplicable. The funeral home was not here, so why did someone come here carrying the coffin?

"Ta, tap, tap" heavy footsteps sounded from far to near, blurry black shadows slowly appeared in the rain curtain, the cold light reflected by the Odachi sword in the dark night stung people's eyes, and the coffin on the shoulders exuded...

There was a strong smell of death, as if mourners were looking for the corpse.
Chapter completed!