boyutpedia Chapter 137 The Old Emperor: Why don't you just give me the 52 gold coins?
Chapter 137 The Old Emperor: Why don't you just give me the 52 gold coins?
"We need to collect them, we need to collect them."
The other party pushed it towards them.
"No no no."
Shen Zhiyi pushed it back.
"We need to collect them, we need to collect them."
The other party pushed it over again.
"No no no."
Shen Zhiyi pushed it back.
……
The older brother watched expressionlessly as the two of them went back and forth in the car countless times.
Finally, speechless, he simply snatched the gem and put it in his pocket.
The drunkard was unhappy.
"This is for Shen Lang, not for you."
What's hers is mine, and what's mine is hers.
The drunkard turned to look at Shen Zhiyi, who nodded firmly.
She felt embarrassed to accept expensive gifts, but her brother was comfortable accepting them, so she let him accept them, which made her feel comfortable accepting expensive gifts from her brother.
"That's okay too."
The drunkard nodded silently, then looked at Shen Zhiyi with sparkling eyes.
"Young Master Shen, my surname is Tan, and my given name is Zhitui."
"Knowing when to retreat? What a unique word."
Shen Zhiyi glanced at the other person a few more times, and was about to exchange names with them when the other person immediately said...
"I know you, sir. I have witnessed Shen Lang's abilities in the imperial examination. Moreover, you are a favorite of the emperor. Who does not know Shen Lang now?"
Tan Zhitui praised Shen Zhiyi for a long time, making Shen Zhiyi completely lose her sense of direction.
But how could she not know that she was the old emperor's favorite?
Wasn't that stingy guy the old emperor's favorite?
"I am very grateful for your high regard, but how could I possibly be His Majesty's favorite? You must be mistaken."
"No, absolutely not."
The drunkard looked at Shen Zhiyi as if he had seen a ray of light.
"I am talented and ambitious, but I have no way to enter officialdom. I hope that you can introduce me to someone."
"What?"
Shen Zhiyi was confused and puzzled.
"What do you mean by having no way to enter officialdom?"
What is this person saying?
Before the other party could speak, Shen Zhiyi quickly dug up all of the other party's ancestors.
"It is like this. I am a merchant by birth and cannot enter officialdom, but I have never forgotten my ambition to become an official and realize my ambition. So I came all the way to Dajing, hoping to realize my ambition. Who would have thought that I would be deceived as soon as I arrived in Dajing."
Who lied to you?
"Does Master Shen know Yang, the Censor?"
Shen Zhiyi thought about it for a moment and nodded.
[This person knows; he seems to have entered this inn. What's he doing here?]
Shen Zhiyi's innermost thoughts reached Yang Geshizhong's ears like a demonic whisper as he stepped into the inn.
Without the slightest hesitation, he smoothly turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, someone suddenly appeared from the side and pushed him back down.
Just as Yang, the censor, was about to get angry, he turned his head.
Roar, it is the General of the Thousand Guards.
Turn around again.
"Hmph, it's Zhang Sheren, who serves the old emperor."
Then I turned my head again.
Wow, it's Chen Decai, who's right next to the old emperor!
Then I turned my head again and again.
Ugh, Yang, the censor, wished he could find a block of tofu and smash his head against it on the spot.
He almost cried.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing here?"
The old emperor gave Yang, the censor, a disdainful look.
Yang, the censor, immediately changed his approach.
"Master Zhou, what brings you here?"
"What, do I need to report to you, sir?"
"No no no."
Yang, the censor, was shaking his head so hard it looked like a rattle drum.
He knew that tonight, he was finished.
At this moment, Shen Zhiyi, who was above, saw that Yang Jishizhong had arrived and was about to continue reading when Tan Zhitui began to complain to her.
"Young Master Shen, you are unaware of what has happened to me. I was swindled out of my money by that Yang clerk as soon as I arrived."
[Did Censor Yang swindle this person out of his money? It's not impossible! After all, a censor is only a seventh-rank official, and his salary isn't much.]
The old emperor downstairs asked Yang, the censor, in a sinister tone.
"Is the salary I give so little?"
"No, no, no, what His Majesty gave was just right."
The old emperor was satisfied.
Zhang Sheren kept a small notebook of Yang Jishizhong's notes.
What do you mean, "just right"? If you say "just right" again, believe me, the old emperor will cut salaries again.
He planned to whisper sweet nothings in Shen Zhiyi's ear and play the victim, hoping to get the old emperor to increase his salary.
[Tan Zhitui said that he had just arrived in Dajing and went to see Yang, the censor, who said he could take him to see Princess Wenhui.]
If he were to actually meet Princess Wenhui and gain her favor, there's a high chance she would recommend him to the old emperor, thus securing him a position in the court.
【No, is this guy out of his mind? If he wants to be an official, why doesn't he take the exam? Da Ye isn't the previous dynasty. The previous dynasty didn't allow merchants and their relatives to participate in the exams, but Da Ye doesn't allow merchants to participate in the imperial examinations, though it doesn't include their relatives. This guy could totally enter officialdom through the imperial examinations.】
Shen Zhiyi asked with some difficulty, "How much silver did you give Yang, the Censor?"
Tan Zhitui held up five fingers.
Shen Zhiyi's eyes widened: "Five thousand taels?"
"gold."
Shen Zhiyi's breath hitched.
[My goodness, five thousand taels of gold! You're really rich.]
The old emperor looked sharply at Yang, the Imperial Censor.
"No, not that many!"
Oh, it's five hundred taels of gold, but that's a lot!!!
Yang, the censor, breathed a sigh of relief, then said aggrievedly, "Your Majesty, no, Master Zhou, this is truly a grievance. I used all the money he gave me to prepare for his daily life and to smooth things over with people at all levels. As you know, Princess Wenhui is so busy; it's not easy to see her."
"Why don't you just give me the five hundred taels of gold? I'll take you to see Wen Hui directly. Wouldn't that be faster than you trying to bribe your way in?"
One sentence silenced Yang, the clerk.
What you said seems to make a lot of sense.
The old emperor was so angry that he blew up his beard.
With so much gold, even if Yang, the censor, did all that, he must have still taken a considerable amount for himself.
At this moment, Shen Zhiyi upstairs had eyes that turned into money symbols.
[So much gold! How can this kid be so rich? If Yang, the censor, takes so much and does nothing, he's utterly immoral.]
Shen Zhiyi quickly flipped to Yang Jishi's page.
[This guy did take the money and get it done, but of the five hundred taels of gold, he took four hundred and ninety taels for himself. Heh heh, no wonder they left the person in that courtyard for a whole year.]
Upon hearing this, the old emperor stretched out one hand.
"Did you bring this gold out yourself, or did I confiscate it from your home?"
Yang, the censor, was on the verge of tears.
"Gold, Your Majesty, we cannot produce the gold."
"So much, and you used it all in a year?"
The old emperor turned to look at the general.
The general said awkwardly, "Your Majesty, I did not know."
The old emperor clapped his hands dismissively, and the Dragon Scale Guards emerged from the shadows.
The time has finally come for them to shine; they must thoroughly outdo the Sengoku Guards.
An Da spoke with a calm tone, but inwardly he was overjoyed.
"Your Majesty, according to Yang Jishizhong's daily life over the past year, there have been no changes, so the silver should not have been used for himself."
Where did all that gold go?