"...I'll make the rules today. Everyone is united and don't be afraid. If something really happens, I'll be on my head..." A sentence was not a big deal. Generally speaking, some people were discussing something, but the problem was that the voice was hoarse and sounded familiar. Yinzuo was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the owner of the voice was one of the officials he had just met in front of him. He was named Che Zhenhe. He was not very strong, and he was a fourth-rank road platform. He belonged to the grain road in the grain transportation and was a slave of the third son Yinzhi.

Everyone? This word is interesting. Calling others as Che Zhenhe as everyone. This means that those who are at the same table with him are all officials of the same status as him. It is probably not a good thing to join in to discuss things together. Yinzuo was about to stop and listen carefully, but the raving waiter came over and smiled and said, "Master, please, please. The private room in the small shop is very elegant and has a good location. Not only is it quiet, but it also leans on Xiaoqueer Lake to see the scenery. There are some good girls in the flower boats on the lake. If you always want to have fun, the younger one can help you call..."

The talk was not loud, and was separated by the door of the private room. Now the waiter was talking nonsense. Yinzuo could no longer hear the conversation inside. He felt angry and wanted to kick the long-tongued man downstairs. Of course, it was just thinking about it in his heart. Yinzuo was not so domineering. He waved his hand to stop the waiter's nonsense and said with a smile: "Take me to the private room, take whatever food you want, and bring the ten best ones in your store. The wine will be red for thirty years old."

The waiter had never seen such ordering dishes before. Other customers had settled in the private room and asked for some names. After hearing the introduction, he decided. This person was fine. Before the door of the private room had entered, he had already set up all the drinks. The waiter just opened his mouth and was about to brag about the famous dishes in the restaurant. Yinzuo was impatient, his face darkened, and he snorted coldly and said, "Lead the way!" The coldness suddenly scared the waiter trembled, and he didn't dare to ramble more. He nodded and said, "Please in the master."

The private room is simply furnished, with a few round chairs outside the Eight Immortals table, which is ancient and ancient. There is a banyan tree bonsai on a small high platform in the corner of the house, and several ink and water paintings hanging on three walls. A window is facing Xiaoqueer Lake. You can see many flower boats sliding leisurely in the lake. Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and you can hear the sound of piano playing on the boat. The private room is good, but what makes Yinzuo even more satisfied is that this private room happens to be next to the private room where the group of officials is. The voices of the officials are slightly higher, so you can hear them clearly in the private room.

At this moment, Yinzuo was not at ease to listen to the waiter's nonsense. He raised his hand and signaled Liu Yao to take out the money to drive the rambler out of the way, sitting on the round chair, listening quietly.

It was still Che Zhenhe's duckling's voice that was bewitching: "...I'm going to force you, and you'll be harsh, so everyone will be ill together and don't care. Let's see what he can do to everyone. Let's discuss it first. If anyone is soft, it will be impossible to get along with everyone. When you look back, you will naturally have the upper ones to deal with it. Brother Mingqing, what do you say? Show your opinion!"

Mingqing Yinzuo quickly passed the resumes of the officials of the Hegong and the canal transport in his mind, and remembered which god this person was: Lin Nanxuan, whose courtesy name was Mingqing, was from Changsha, Hunan. He was a Jinshi in the 30th year of Kangxi. He also belonged to the grain road in the canal transport and was the subordinate of Lao Ba.

"Since the superiors have settled, I'll do it as I do." Lin Nanxuan answered slowly, very calm, and there was no slight fluctuation in his voice, very much like his master Yinsi.

"Pa" sounded like Che Zhenhe slapped the table and then said, "Okay! What did Brother He Ning say?"

"I'm afraid this is a bit bad. Winter is coming, and the winter repair project is probably not delayed." After a moment of silence, a voice that seemed a little timid began to sound.

Ye Ming, whose courtesy name is Hening, was born as a miscellaneous officer (those who are not from the imperial examination, who get officials by donating officials are called a miscellaneous officer. He has always been looked down upon by the official official), and is currently the Daotai of the Yanning River Road, and the fifth brother Yinqi's family gave birth to a slave. Yinzuo quickly remembered the resume of this somewhat timid official.

"Hehe, I can't delay your wealth. Everyone will hold on for a while. If the master can't hold on, he will naturally leave. My master..." A sound that seemed a little feminine, the mouth was very smooth, but the voice was very unfamiliar. Yinzuo thought for a long time and found out who this person was. Just as he was a little confused, the waiter rushed in with a plate of wine and food, laughed on his face, and greeted: "Master, the wine you want is here, and the dishes are served first: stir-fried eel shredded fish, sweet and sour fish, five-spice beef, winter melon black chicken soup. Our store is a time-honored brand. This dish is so delicious that you can eat..."

Damn! Damn it! Just at the critical moment, why did this guy come out? Damn it, it's a big deal. Yinzuo wanted to slash this rambler with one knife and said coldly: "Let go! Go out!"

When Liu Yao saw Yinzuo angry, he grabbed the waiter who was inexplicably stunning, walked out of the door like a chicken, took out a piece of broken silver and said, "I reward you with this silver. Don't disturb me if I have nothing else!"

The waiter's face turned pale when he saw Yinzi, and immediately came to life, responding with a smile: "Okay, that's fine, but, the guest officer, there are still a few dishes that have not been served..."

"No need, you can use the extra money to treat your reward." Liu Yao pushed out the waiter who had been nagging endlessly and closed the door of the private room.

The private room was quiet now, but there was a sound of tables and chairs moving next door, which sounded like this group of people planning to leave. Yinzuo felt very angry: This group of corrupt officials are all fucking bastards. Now they colluded to deal with him, but there are no one else who had to use collectively to pretend to be sick. This strategy is very poisonous, but I don’t know which bastard came up with the idea. His grandmother’s pretending to be poor and pretending to be sick. Well, the feminine voice just now was very strange. Maybe sitting with the driver’s Taoist platform should be an official, but the problem is that there is no such a Beijing-style figure among the officials above the Taoist platform. Who is this guy? Could it be sent by a big figure in the capital?

The sound of the door being opened in the private room next door was heard, and with a burst of laughter, the officials walked out. Yinzuo waited for a while, and probably all the officials who had been downstairs, stood up quickly, strode down the stairs, and saw from afar that all the officials were dressed in plain clothes and bowed their goodbye at the door. Yinzuo quickly glanced at the group of people and immediately found a person with a gaze walking towards a two-person sedan chair on the street. He felt a move in his heart and immediately went downstairs to follow...
Chapter completed!