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In the afternoon

The governor's mansion's carriages, loaded with documents, drove away from the main gate.

There were only two paint boxes in the car.

One of them was delivered to the Inspection Division.

One was sent to the county council.

This news spread faster than a vehicle could travel.

In just half an hour, half of Jiangning City knew about it.

The prefectural governor's office is no longer just waiting to be scolded.

They submitted a counter-argument.

There is absolutely no mention of it in this counter-argument.

The word "refining people"

But he wrote down the names of the Shangguan family's properties in the western part of the city, stroke by stroke.

The pharmacy located in Bailufang

And the warehouse on the north side

Shunan Trading Company

It also includes the No. 7 residence located in Liuxiang, Huai'anfang.

Each name was followed by a question.

"Who gave the Shangguan family the audacity to secretly raise assassins in Jiangning?"

And who authorized the trading company to transfer those people without household registration?

And who allowed those Foundation Establishment families to bypass the jurisdiction of the Prefectural Governor's Office?

They secretly established a forbidden area within the city?

These words did not constitute a crime.

But this matter is even more distressing than being directly convicted.

Because if someone comes to investigate, many things will have to be hidden.

The more anxious you are to hide something, the more flaws you'll expose.

In that location in the east of the city was the residence of the Shangguan family.

Shangguan Zhao smashed the teacup beside him with a single blow.

Broken shards of porcelain flew over the table, cutting the face of one of the stewards.

The steward dared not wipe away the blood and knelt on the ground.

"Second Young Master, about the memorial from the Prefectural Governor's Office..."

"It's already on the desk of the verification department."

"What is Shangguan Jue doing right now?"

Shangguan Zhao asked in a cold voice.

"Master Jue said it was a frame-up, but he has already had the pharmacy shut down."

"We are working overnight to transport the goods from the North Warehouse out of the city."

"Transfer?"

Shangguan Zhao's expression grew even colder at this moment.

"Before the verification department even came to him, he was already hurriedly moving his things around."

"Isn't this just admitting guilt without being asked?"

"Does he want to die sooner, or does he think he doesn't have enough dirt on the Shangguan family?"

The steward lowered his body even further.

Shangguan Zhao stepped to stand by the window.

The sun was very bright outside the window.

But he felt a surge of anger burning inside his chest.

That old dog Chen Boyong has been hiding in the prefect's mansion, feigning illness.

His young apprentice, who came from Xiyun County, was quite like an eel.

It's impossible to touch or grasp, and it especially likes to dive into dirty sewage.

"You must immediately take your men and head to Beicang."

Shangguan Zhao spoke up,

"Take all the account books out of there, don't leave a single piece of paper behind."

"Take them all back!"

The manager was taken aback.

"But that place is Master Jue's personal private warehouse. If we make a move now..."

"Precisely because it is his territory, it cannot fall into the hands of the Verification Division."

Shangguan Zhao turned around.

"Go warn my uncle."

"If a piece of paper that shouldn't be here has been found in Beicang, then he will need to personally explain it to the clan elders."

"Get this done quickly."

The steward immediately accepted the order.

The room door was tightly closed.

Shangguan Zhao stood amidst the shattered porcelain, his face grim.

He suddenly remembered the young man sitting at the very end of the banquet table.

At that time, the man looked extremely shabby, and he hadn't even drunk much of the wine in his cup.

He thought it was just a minor official that Chen Boyong had picked up from the countryside.

If we observe at this moment

This minor official is not only good at bookkeeping

Furthermore, it can specifically target the area of ​​greatest pain for someone and cut into it with the knife.

Inside the prefect's residence

Ren Jun stood under the corridor, looking in the direction where the document cart had disappeared.

Shangguan Zhao has already swallowed the fishhook.

Gao Min has just received the relevant information report.

"He has already sent assassins to the North Warehouse to seize the account books."

Li Ping was wiping a muddy copper coin.

"So what is Shangguan Jue doing now?"

"He is currently working around the clock to relocate the personnel belonging to Bailufang out of the city."

Li Ping put the copper coin back on the table.

Let them carry out the transport, and the more urgent the transport process seems, the better it suits your taste.

Ren Jun turned his head to look at him

"What if they just set all those account books on fire and burned them to the ground?"

"It is indeed somewhat frightening."

Li Ping spoke first.

"However, the faster the fire burns, the more smoke it will produce."

"There's simply no way to hide it."

"What Shangguan Zhao wants is to save face for the Shangguan family."

What Shangguan Jue actually wanted was his own life.

"With different intentions, the net is cast."

"They'll start tearing each other apart."

He turned his gaze to the outside of the window.

The sky was still bright at this time.

But in the west of the city, people had already started moving boxes, rushing to catch trains, and locking doors.

A mud puddle that was originally hidden beneath the surface of the water was stirred up by people using wooden sticks.

The water won't clear up immediately.

But the objects hidden inside will eventually float to the surface first.

Li Ping stood up.

Mr. Gao

"Pass the message to Su Wan, tell her to keep a close eye on the back door of Beicang."

"Send Da Niu and Er Hu to the west of the city again."

Gao Min frowned.

"What good will it do to have two people responsible for carrying out the night soil keep watch?"

Li Ping smiled slightly.

"If people and goods are to be moved, the commotion will definitely be significant."

"Ultimately, we'll need tools like horse-drawn carriages."

"As long as a wheel rolls, it will always leave a mark on the ground."

"At the same time, the two of them are best at finding tire tracks in muddy ground."

The wind blows outside the window

A soft sound rang out from the bronze bell beneath the edge of the prefectural governor's residence.

And at this time, the first carriage with a black canopy, located on the west side of the city, had already driven out of the back gate of the North Warehouse.

The curtains were drawn very low.

A very faint clattering sound could be heard coming from inside the carriage.

At the same moment, Li Ping stood at the window of the prefectural governor's mansion.

His eyes darkened slightly

He knew perfectly well what those people were doing, stuffed into the sacks.

It's impossible to wait too long.