Chapter 14: The First Bribe After Crossing Over

  The people who were registered there slowly turned around, and this person was quite tall and big, but he looked like a 16 or 17-year-old. Jiang Feng recognized him, his name was Zhang Liang, and his family was also from a military household, relying on some relationship to enter the Jin Yiwei.

  When he was young, he also practiced boxing and kicking. In the past when Jiang Feng had not been crossed, it could be said that he was one of the most powerful ones. However, this person's brain is quite simple, and he is often used as a knife by the Ma brothers. Jiang Feng has been beaten several times under his hands.

  Moreover, he had always looked down on Jiang Feng. Zhang Liang slowly turned his head, looking up and down at Jiang Feng who was carrying a bundle on his back, and said with a cold smile:

  "Wow, Jiang, you're getting arrogant after just one day of not seeing me!"

  Zhang Liang had also heard the rumors about Ma Jia brothers and several rascals being brutally beaten by Jiang Feng, but he didn't believe it. He hadn't expected that today's Jiang Feng would actually let him go first, which made him, who had already vaguely acknowledged himself as the big brother of this area, feel angry. Without caring, he said:

  "I can give way to you, but you have to ask..."

  His words were general, but Jiang Feng, who was impatient by nature, thought he had already agreed and walked over hastily. Zhang Liang was furious, what he wanted to say was to ask if my fist would agree or not, looking at Jiang Feng in front of him, two fists flashed on the surface, and a punch hit his abdomen.

  In the blink of an eye, after more than a decade of practicing Bajiquan, his body naturally reacted. His lower abdomen slightly retracted, and his left foot kicked Zhang Liang's calf with considerable force. Unprepared, Zhang Liang let out a pained cry as he lost balance and fell to the left.

  Jiang Feng's left hand turned into a claw, grasping Zhang Liang's chest, and with a surge of energy, he directly flung this roughneck out.

  More than a dozen people outside heard the commotion inside and gathered to watch the excitement. Just as they were about to peek through the door, someone was flung out of it. The crowd dispersed in an instant. Ma's brothers, who had been beaten up yesterday, stumbled out with unsteady footsteps, right into the fray.

  Three people fell to the ground, crying out in pain all at once.

  The "Chicken Leg" flag that was originally placed on the ground, was smiling and preparing to watch the excitement. He also knew that Jiang Feng was a coward, and he didn't believe that the Ma brothers were brutally beaten. Who would have thought, in just three or five moves, Zhang Liang, who was known for his fighting skills, had already been thrown out.

  Jiang Feng walked step by step, and only then did Chicken Leg realize that the soft-boiled egg Jiang Feng he had thought was actually so tall and menacing. Thinking about how many times he had shortchanged him in the past, he began to tremble with fear. These little flags responsible for checking the time were all scholars who were extremely timid and would not dare to bully the good people.

  When encountering a fierce man like Jiang Feng, one would indeed be timid as a mouse.

  Jiang Feng walked up to the table and slammed his hand down on it, shouting loudly:

  "Qī Xiǎo Qí, brother I need to take a leave for a month, can you help me get an approval slip here?"

  The chicken leg was startled by the sound of the table being slapped, and then saw the things on the table, suddenly smiled with joy, nodded repeatedly and said:

  "Alright, alright, there's always something to attend to at home, that's what being a filial child is all about."

  On the table was a two-tael note, Jiang Feng had asked for leave in the past and would give his leader a pack of cigarettes or invite him to dinner afterwards. Others found it hard to get time off, but he always managed to get what he wanted with ease. When doing official business, from ancient times to the present, giving the person handling things a small advantage has always made things easier.

  Looking at the silver, it was like a pair of shining chicken legs. He chattered nonsense while quickly finishing writing the leave application form, stamped it with a seal, and considered it an official document. The two taels of silver on the table had miraculously fallen into his own pocket. After Jiang Feng took it, he looked up and down several times.

  The chicken leg nodded and bowed its head, then dropped a sentence:

  "Come back and find Xiao Qi to drink with you, thank you."

  He walked out of the house quickly, and Ji Xiaoqi watched him go with a smile, but after his back disappeared from view, he scratched his head in puzzlement. When did this taciturn Jiang Feng become so talkative? It was really strange.

  When he walked out of the yard, Zhang Liang and Ma Jia brothers had not gotten up yet. Jiang Feng sneered and said that the linked power in Baguazhang was not so easy to dissipate, and ignored them, walking out of the door with big strides.

  It turns out that this was also Jiang Feng's first time walking out of his own courtyard and patrolling the streets, going to places outside. The Beijing city in the fifth year of Jiajing was the largest and most prosperous metropolis in that era, in the whole world, unlike the dirty and chaotic Beijing of the Qing dynasty that made those missionaries scold loudly.

  The present capital is one of the centers of world civilization. In Jiang Feng's view, although horse-drawn carriages and sedan chairs are running on the streets, and there are wine houses, restaurants, pawnshops, shops, and homes with no more than five floors along the road, the atmosphere of a big city is indeed exactly the same.

  However, Jiang Feng did not immerse himself in these new "historical artifacts" at this time, but instead hurried to the money shop, also known as the money house. Jiang Feng knew that the neat gold and silver ingots in his hand could not be spent on the market.

  In such shops, they would exchange them for silver notes and loose copper coins and small silver ingots. Such shops were very eye-catching, just like wine houses. In front of the shop door, there was a pillar with a flag bearing a large character "Silver". Jiang Feng rarely went to banks in his previous life. When he received his salary, he would only exchange it for silver notes. As a low-ranking officer who relied on his salary to eat, he had even less dealings with them.

  Qianzhuang was a one-story brick and tile house, which looked less conspicuous than the wine houses and shops on both sides. However, it gave people a sense of security. After all, if such a place for storing money is not secure, how can business be done? The small facade only had a few carriages parked at the entrance, proving that this was a financial institution in ancient times.

  Several men sitting or standing on the long bench by the door, all with steady movements and expressionless faces. Jiang Feng looked at them and understood in his heart that these people's kung fu was not bad, obviously they were the guards of the money house. These guards also noticed Jiang Feng hesitating outside, if it weren't for the brocade clothes he wore.

  They had already gone to inquire, because the young man in front of them emitted a fierce aura, and the guards who had lived in the wilderness thought inexplicably of the precursors of tigers and leopards emerging from the mountains. However, the young man's burden was heavy, obviously here on business, which also made several people secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

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