Chapter 227 Supervision Secret Meeting

"Old man Wang is very scheming." Zhao Yunbo still looked like he was not caring, and even scolding the old masters of the dynasty seemed so right: "This Nanjing basket was made from his own mansion, but if something happened, we had to wipe his butt. This time it was even better. Even though he knew that the official would definitely not be able to get a soldier, he would still yell around there to express his sincerity. It was really a scheming." After that, Zhao Yunbo threw the book in his hand randomly on the short table and spread his hands at Zhao Yunzhao and laughed at him.

Zhao Yunzhao naturally saw clearly the intention of the old master Wang, but this old minister was one of the most important aid supporters of his two brothers in the court, and he was Zhao Yunzhao's private father-in-law, so he couldn't say anything inappropriate.

"This time it's still too risky." Zhao Yunzhao had to put aside his father-in-law's topic and lead the topic back to the Jiangnan incident: "This time the noise is so big, even if the official cannot send troops, I'm afraid that people will be allowed to go down. I remember that the fourth sister's husband happened to be there, so don't find out any problem by him."

"Brother is talking about Cao Qiaomu?" Zhao Yunbo sneered: "This is foolish and wise. I'm afraid it's not so easy to find out. Besides, since I asked those barbarians to take action, I didn't plan to let this huge Jiangnan stop in a short time. At this moment, I'm afraid Cao Qiaomu is having a headache."

"Are you ready for other ways?" Zhao Yunzhao couldn't help but condense his breath in a deep voice when he spoke. He understood his own younger brother the most. He seemed to be calm in his work, but once he got crazy, no one could stop him. He could often mess up a small matter into a big thing, and often his brother who depended on each other could only be dumbfounded by the side.

Fortunately, Zhao Yunbo was meticulous and bold in his work, he never caused any trouble for his brothers. Therefore, although Zhao Yunbao was a little worried about the news revealed in Zhao Yunbo's words, he would not be too upset about it. He was just worried about whether he would lose the family fortune that the two brothers and those uncles had finally accumulated.

"Don't worry about this matter." Zhao Yunbo smiled confidently at Zhao Yunzhao, then turned around and said freely from the bookshelf: "In this world, as long as there is money, there are naturally many people who are desperate to work for us. Brother doesn't have to worry about this. If the brother has leisure, it's better to just watch the show in the capital, keep it very exciting."

After saying that, Zhao Yunbo had already found a book from the bookshelf and said happily: "This book of Investigation is really old, and I don't know if Yu Zhao can use it."

Cao Qiaomu, dressed as a farmer, sat in a hotel on the side of the road. There were three people sitting on the same table: an old farmer in his fifties, carrying a hookah in his hand and a big eyebrow hanging on his head; next to the old man was a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and a look of Maitreya, with a very nervous look; and a middle-aged man in a cloth dress, but he wore a hat on his head, covering his face, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

The four of them had been sitting here for half an hour, but no one of them spoke. Only Cao Qiaomu kept staring at the other three with his eyes. Unfortunately, except for the fat man who looked like Amitabha, the other two people had no reaction at all, and were just drinking the tea in the cup.

"Where did these Japanese people come out? Hundreds, not dozens, but hundreds, thousands!" Cao Qiaomu closed his throat and shouted in his seat, his anger kept venting to the other three: "From Hangzhou Prefecture to Suzhou Prefecture, there were no warnings in the mansion. Could it be that they flew directly to Suzhou from the beach?!"

Seeing that the other two people were not talking, Cao Qiaomu couldn't help but turn his gaze back to the fat man: "Did the good life in Hangzhou have been too long? I feel that it's too tiring to work for the mansion? If someone doesn't want to do it, I can hand him a document to the mansion now and transfer him to Datong Mansion to live a fulfilling life!"

Although Datong Prefecture is known as the richest man in the north, it is based on the special status of the logistics supply base of the Northern Army guarding the border of Datong Prefecture. In addition, the Northern Army that was built on the round-the-turn is stationed near Datong Prefecture, which makes Datong Prefecture extremely prosperous.

However, if you want to go to Datong Prefecture as a supervisor, you may not be able to live a good life, because all the supervisors there are garrisons without exception. In other words, it is not bad when the turn is off. If the army is transferred to the front line, these supervisors must go north with the military and the soldiers to kill the enemy.

For these supervisors who are already accustomed to the wind and moon in Jiangnan, this is even more serious than killing their heads. So the middle-aged man who seems to be Maitreya is constantly wiping sweat with a handkerchief, but the sweat is still flowing down his face like a ball.

"Well, the official has stepped up the investigation of where these Japanese people came from. It only takes three days..." He raised his head and bumped into Cao Qiaomu's staring eyes, and even the corners of his eyes were jumping around. Fatty An couldn't help but tremble, and his mouth twitched for a while, and he changed his mouth quickly: "No... don't need three days. Two days, two days are enough!"

When Cao Qiaomu heard this, his face finally improved a little, but he was still as cold as he spoke: "Suzhou City has been occupied by those Japanese for three days. The people in the city cannot get out. The number of troops outside the city has been too small to attack for a long time. The prince heard that this matter has been issued a death order in Nanjing City. All the roots and feet of these Japanese people must be dug out, and no one is allowed to stay. So don't tell me about these false ones now. If you have the ability, tell the prince."

At this time, the old man spitted out a thick smoke from his mouth. The smell of inferior tobacco made Fatty An choke and cough, and almost burst into tears. Fatty An was about to have an attack, but the old man opened his mouth and said quietly: "Your Majesty is just angry that those military men are not good at being good. It has little to do with our mansion. Qiaomu, why are you anxious? Besides, even if you scold Fatty An to death, he will not be able to make the things you want for you."

When Fatty An heard the old man talking for himself, he immediately held back his words when he was already in his throat. At this moment, he not only did not hate the old man who was swaying around with this inferior tobacco all day, but was full of gratitude.

However, Cao Qiaomu was so angry that he was so angry that the old man said.

Although what the old man said is indeed true - Suzhou Prefecture has not been captured by the Suzhou Prefecture garrison for three days, this is just a problem of the lack of strength of the military and military personnel, and it is indeed not very related to the Supervision Office. But I cannot say that. After all, these hundreds or thousands of Japanese people cannot be transformed for no reason, and they can run to Suzhou City safely and soundly, and Suzhou City is not at all wary. This is not reasonable to say that the Supervision Office has no responsibility.

But the people here are all the leaders of the Supervision Office in Nanjing Prefecture, so they will not be stupid enough to say the words behind them in the face. But everyone knows this thing. If it really doesn't work well, I'm afraid that Cao Qiaomu will not be able to escape responsibility, let alone the person in charge of Nanjing, Suzhou and Hangzhou.

However, since someone answered the words and broke the silence atmosphere, Cao Qiaomu was naturally not afraid of being in a bad mood anymore, so he directly said to the old man who spoke: "Mr. Ning, you are the living treasure in our mansion. You have seen the most big scenes. We younger generations grew up listening to your stories in the mansion."

He raised Lao Ning's head with sincerity, and then Cao Qiaomu expressed his true thoughts: "Since you have opened your mouth now, you must have made the right idea in your heart." He turned his head and glanced at him while still wiping his sweat. He smiled at Fatty An, and Cao Qiaomu continued: "Look at Fatty An, you are so scared, don't hide it anymore." After that, Cao Qiaomu glanced at Fatty An, intentionally or unintentionally, and handed over an instructive look.

Old Man Ning was not old enough to hear the compliment in Cao Qiaomu's words. But he was a person with good face. After being praised by Cao Qiaomu for a few words, he couldn't help feeling light. Fatty An from the other side was secretly instructed by Cao Qiaomu, so he naturally looked like he begged.

Old Man Ning has such great spiritual benefits. Although his half-closed eyes still couldn't open, the wrinkles on his face filled with smiles. He only saw that he had been breathing mist for a while, and then he slowly said: "The team of thousands of people came from the sea to Suzhou, which is nothing more than two ways, by land or by water.

The water route is the easiest to check. Although the water system in the south of the Yangtze River is well developed, there may not be many ships for thousands of people to transport water. You can figure it out by asking a little. If you are on land, the supply along the route is probably not a small number. Unless someone supports these Japanese people, they will inevitably leave traces along the way. Go to various towns to ask those businesses and see if there are any *** sects to buy food and grass. At that time, the origin of these Japanese people will naturally be clear."

As soon as Old Man Ning finished speaking, Fatty An quickly nodded and responded: "Yes, yes. As expected, ginger is still so hot. Old Master Ning's analysis is reasonable and is much better than me."

On the other side, Cao Qiaomu saw that Old Man Ning took out such a prescription, although he seemed very clever at first glance, but in private he felt that there was something flawed. Therefore, he turned a deaf ear to Fatty An's compliment, but just frowned, but his eyes swept towards the mysterious man who had been wearing a hat on his left.

Cao Qiaomu was just a temporary dispatch to Jiangnan to assist Zhao Yun'an in investigating the river embankment case in Nanjing Prefecture. Although he had contacted the people from the Supervision Office before, he only heard the names of the leaders of the three places but did not hear the reputation. This time, because of the Suzhou Prefecture, the leaders of the three places were recruited by him overnight with secret training, and this was the meeting.

Fatty An and Old Man Ning are both fine. Although the fat man in charge of Hangzhou Prefecture is not very good, and the old man in charge of Suzhou Prefecture may enter the coffin at any time, both of them are still within the normal range that Cao Qiaomu can accept. However, this person from Nanjing Prefecture has never taken off his hat since he entered the door, and he has never even made a sound. He is really even more than the Supervisory Office, so he can't help but be curious.
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