Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 659 Stop looking, I'm the notorious thief you're looking for.
"It's true."

Intrigued, Zuo Zongtang explained to Lin Dao, "I heard about this when I came to Beijing last time to participate in the imperial examinations."

"To become a treasury clerk, one must have strong connections and be recommended by someone."

"This is just the beginning."

"If you want to be elected, you need to prepare at least five or six thousand taels of silver to bribe your superiors and subordinates."

After eating and drinking his fill, Zuo Zongtang became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke: "It is said that when the treasury staff enter the silver vault, they are not allowed to leave a single piece of clothing on their bodies."

"In order to steal the silver from the vault, they had to hone their skills."

Lin Dao, who had been listening intently to the conversation, picked up a piece of his side dish and asked with a smile, "I remember that an ingot of official silver was a large silver ingot of fifty taels, right?"

“That’s right.” Zuo Zongtang smiled and winked, gesturing with his hand, “Such a large silver ingot can’t be hidden in the mouth, and there’s nowhere to hide it on your body.”

"Boss, can you guess where they're hiding?"

Lin Dao knew the answer, but he shook his head and said, "Go on."

"These Kuding will undergo anal training after being selected."

"At first, we used quail eggs, then chicken and goose eggs, and finally iron balls that are somewhat similar to silver ingots."

It was rare for Zuo Zongtang to be interested in talking about this matter, and his face was trembling with excitement. "The inventory, sorting and cleaning of the treasury are all subject to time restrictions. Usually, there are only a few days a month when the treasury can be entered."

"Moreover, the Cudins are admitted on a rotating basis; it's not always their turn."

"That's why they always try to bring out as many silver ingots as possible each time they go in."

"I've heard that the most skilled Cudin can stuff this many at once!"

Seeing Zuo Zongtang waving five fingers in front of him, Lin Dao laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Isn't this a bit too exaggerated? Won't his intestines burst?"

"It's all hearsay, just hearsay~" Zuo Zongtang was clearly very satisfied with the crickets this time, and he smiled very happily.

"Gentlemen~~"

Just then, the waiter suddenly shouted in a loud voice, "All the ducks for everyone today, sir, it's on the house!"

That tone of voice was really something else.

A commotion suddenly arose as a group of diners cheered and lined up to thank the man.

After all, you can't be indebted to someone who feeds you. A duck here must weigh at least one or two ounces, which is no small sum.

Only Lin Dao and Zuo Zongtang sat there, busy with their own things.

This solitary and independent demeanor naturally attracted everyone's attention.

Before long, the waiter came running over, bowing and saying, "Sir, what does he say, sir?"

"No need."

Lin Dao picked up a cup of yellow wine and shook his head slightly, "We can afford it, we don't need anyone to treat us."

There is no doubt that these words hurt people.

Those who accepted the invitation to dinner didn't look happy.

Someone stepped forward and said sarcastically, "Gentlemen, you look unfamiliar~ Where did you come from?"

These people may be poor, but they have extremely high aspirations.

They looked down on all outsiders except those from the capital.

Discrimination was applied equally to everyone, regardless of whether they were officials, gentry, or peasants.

"You're using pretty foul language." Lin Dao put down his wine glass, brows furrowed. "Didn't you wipe your mouth clean when you came back from the restroom?"

"You~~~" The person was so angry that he stomped his foot and almost threw the birdcage in his hand.

"This gentleman—" someone said, waving a fan in his hand, strolling over. "May I ask your name?"

"Don't ask me." Lin Dao waved his hand. "You're not qualified."

He was just a petty thief, and Lin Dao couldn't be bothered to talk to him.

"Forgive my poor eyesight, but you two look completely unfamiliar."

Enraged, the man glared fiercely and asked, "Could it be that you've come to the capital on business?"

"Then I still have some dignity in front of those princes."

"If there's anything you want done, just say so."

That's polite of you, but it's a trap.

Once you actually ask him for help or to introduce you to some high-ranking official, he'll start setting you up for a series of traps.

Not only will you be swindled out of your money, but sometimes you'll even suffer personal misfortune as a result.

Lin Dao, looking impatient, casually splashed the wine from his glass onto the man's jacket and fan.

"roll!"

Lin Dao felt nothing but endless disgust and loathing for these utterly rotten and despicable things.

I couldn't be bothered to say anything more to them.

Caught off guard, the man's clothes were drenched in yellow wine, and a considerable amount of wine also stained the fan in his hand.

"Hey!"

The old man, shaking his clothes and fan, not only wasn't angry, but burst into laughter.

He stopped the group of sycophants who were rushing forward, laughing loudly, "Well, I've run into some trouble today."

"This is Tang Yin's fan. I won't cheat you. I'll just give you five hundred taels of silver and that will be the end of it."

"Otherwise, neither of you will be leaving this room today!"

The crowd around was watching the commotion. The shopkeeper rushed over, intending to persuade them to go outside and resolve the issue, rather than cause trouble inside the shop.

Outside, shouts and footsteps could be heard, and soon a group of constables wearing uniforms with the word 'constable' written on the front of their clothes entered the shop.

"It's quite lively here." The leading officer swaggered forward, his neck held high. "We're out there arresting wanted criminals, while you guys are having a good time."

"AUV~" The old man stepped forward to greet him. "Master Suo, why are you here instead of having tea at the Five Cities Military Command?"

"Who do we have here? It's that young scoundrel, Gui." The constable chuckled. "Two notorious bandits killed a tax collector in public at Chongwen Gate. The higher-ups have issued a strict order to apprehend them. I don't have time for tea; I'm out running all over town arresting them." "Master Suo," Gui's eyes darted around, and he quickly pointed his wet fan at Lin Dao and Zuo Zongtang. "Look at those two! They're so rude, they started fighting without warning! They even ruined my Tang Yin fan! They might just be those notorious bandits!"

The official glanced at him sideways. "Tang Yin's fan? From Liulichang, right?"

He was the wing commander of the right wing of the South City under the Five Cities Military Command, in charge of matters on the streets.

I've seen plenty of cases like this, where someone tries to cause trouble and extort money.

He didn't want to be used as a pawn.

However, he was just there to hunt down the audacious bandit, so he didn't say much and strolled forward with his hands behind his back.

"Where did you two come from?"

Faced with such arrogant and bureaucratic mannerisms, Lin Dao didn't even bother to return a smile.

He never expected that there would be many normal people in the Qing court.

I was too lazy to even distinguish them, so I just cleaned them all up and that was it.

Seeing that Lin Dao was completely ignoring him and was just sitting there drinking by himself, he realized that Lin Dao was ignoring him and was just sitting there drinking by himself.

Master Suo's face immediately darkened. What audacity!
"I see that you two are somewhat similar to the notorious bandit who committed the crime before. Stand up and let me compare you."

Soldiers stepped forward and took out the wanted poster for comparison.

With both hands outstretched, he opened the arrest warrant, looked at the portrait, and then at Lin Dao and Zuo Zongtang.

"Hmm, the eyebrows and eyes are quite similar~"

"Hmm, that dog-skin hat looks quite like it~"

"Hmm, the face does look quite similar~"

"Hmm, it looks so similar~"

"Hmm~ Hmm~ Hmm?!"

Master Suo's expression gradually froze.

His head kept turning back and forth, carefully looking at the portrait, then carefully looking at Lin Dao.

The more I look at it, the more it resembles someone else!
"Master Suo~~~" A soldier stepped forward and whispered in his ear, "Look at their braids!"

Squinting and scrutinizing him closely, Master Suo suddenly opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "You guys don't have queues?!"

Lin Dao did not deliberately use a fake braid for disguise, nor could he put a braid on himself; he simply used a hat and clothes to cover it up.

If you look closely when you get close, you'll be able to see it.

These words immediately caused an uproar in the building.

Someone actually dares not to keep a queue?

You should know that this is a capital offense.

The shopkeeper, the waiter, and the master all gradually retreated.

The soldiers all rushed forward, brandishing their swords and guns, and surrounded them.

"What audacity!" Master Suo, regaining his senses, grinned. "A wanted criminal, absolutely a wanted criminal!"

Regardless of whether these two were the notorious bandits who attacked and killed tax collectors before, the fact that they didn't have queues was enough for them to be arrested and beheaded, unless they could produce their ordination certificates on the spot!

"No need to look anymore, I am the notorious thief you are looking for."

"As for the pig's tail, which symbolizes the status of a slave."

Finally putting down his wine glass, Lin Dao reached into his robes. "Only slaves have that. I'm not a slave!"

The next moment, Lin Dao pulled out two Uzi rifles from his pocket.

'Zzzzz~~~'

A barrage of gunfire erupted inside the roast duck restaurant!
Lin Dao, holding a gun in both hands, suddenly stood up and, with a turn, knocked the soldiers of the Five Cities Garrison who had surrounded him to the ground.

Lin Dao will show no mercy to these henchmen and lackeys who suppress the people.

Their very existence is part of the exploitation of the common people in the Central Plains by the mite-eating industry.

The Uzi had an extremely fast rate of fire; in just a few breaths, Lin Dao had already emptied the long magazines of both guns.

He slowly changed the magazine, his gaze sweeping over the messy surroundings before locking onto the old man who was crawling on the ground, using both hands and feet to reach the door.

Lin Dao gestured for Zuo Zongtang to get up and leave, then stepped over to Na Gui's side and stepped on his back.

"That gentleman?"

"Want to go?"

"I haven't paid you back the five hundred taels of silver yet."

"No, no!" The man lying on the ground pleaded repeatedly, "Sir, you're the real sir!"

"That fan of mine is a fake I found in Liulichang; it only cost me two hundred coins."

"Good sir, please have mercy on me!"

This person is a typical representative of this type of person.

They can easily take things in stride; the pride they used to fight so fiercely for is utterly worthless in the face of real danger.

Looking down at him, Lin Dao asked curiously, "Can you really train to the point of accepting silver?"

He had seen official silver ingots before; they were undoubtedly huge. This thing could actually be stuffed up.
It's unbelievable.

Na Gui didn't understand why Lin Dao wanted to ask such a question, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he hurriedly gave an explanation.

Lin Dao listened with amazement, "Indeed, people's potential can be developed infinitely in order to make money."

After searching the bodies of Suo Ye and the other soldiers, Zuo Zongtang came over and signaled that it was time to leave.

Lin Dao took out a pair of sunglasses and threw them in front of the expensive man, saying, "Put them on."

This is nothing unusual; eyeglasses have actually been around in Beijing for a long time, and their popularity is quite high.

Looking at the strange tortoiseshell mirror in front of him, Na Gui, filled with doubt, dared not be negligent and carefully put it on.

Lin Dao, holding guns in both hands, pointed them at him and pulled the trigger!
(End of this chapter)