Under the bleak autumn wind, everything is quiet. People walk on the street in groups of three or three, as if they are leisurely and comfortable. When they eat and wear warmth, the people will have nothing to ask for. Since ancient times, the Chinese people have easily been content.

Suddenly, I didn't know who it was, and ran over in panic from the end of the street, with a terror on my face and roaring hysterically: "Fang Sham is here!"

This shout changed all the leisurely people on the street, and then became a mess, holding children, closing stalls, and pushing carts... They disappeared without a trace at the fastest speed. The lively street was empty and quiet like a pool of stagnant water. The street was scattered with fruits and broken eggs that could not be collected. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the dust on the street was blown up, flying all over the sky, and the whole scene seemed desolate and bleak.

A group of people appeared at the end of the street, lined up in neat rows, with various weapons in their hands, including maces, embroidered spring swords, judges' pens, and even the legendary blood droplets... These people looked cold, had a faint face, and had a bit of cruelty and bloodthirsty.

Then an eight-carrying official sedan chair came as if it was flying. Everyone went away and made way aside, and at the same time fell to both sides of the street, shouting: "See the factory supervisor!"

Then the official sedan chair stopped, and the subordinate respectfully lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and walked out of the sedan chair. This person was handsome and very handsome, but unfortunately he had a feminine and fierce look on his face. This person was Fang Zheng.

Then, the scoundrel came out, and countless heroes from the roofs of the pavilions on both sides of the street jumped out of the world like dumplings, rushing towards Fang Zheng with swords and guns, shouting: "Kill this hawk in the court, the emperor's lackey! We people will have a peaceful life in the future!"

Everyone refused to look back and went on one after another. Of course, the righteous men died under the butcher knives of the court's hawks in a few seconds.

Fang Zheng looked at the corpses on the ground without any pity, smiled coldly, and then spoke with a little sissy voice.

"Send the order to search for the rebels in the world. If you find out, you will kill nine clans. It would rather kill ten thousand people by mistake than let one person go!"

The hawks and dogs in the court responded to their orders. The bleak and deserted streets were filled with blood, dissipating in the distance with the autumn wind...

Finally the subtitles began to roll: "During the Jianwu period of the Hua Dynasty, Fang Zheng, the world's most treacherous minister and the famous imperial murder tool, established the infamous secret agent xxx, eliminated dissidents and killed loyal and kind people. The entire Hua Dynasty suddenly fell into a white horror. From officials to the people, countless people died under his butcher knife. The civil righteous men rose up one after another to oppose tyranny, thus staged a series of heroic stories that were singular and tragic……………”

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Fang Zheng woke up from the tragic story and couldn't help but have a cold war. Now it seems that the above may be fantasy, but if this spy organization is really established, thousands of years later, he will probably be that image in history books, in the hearts of later generations, and even in costume TV movies? Since ancient times, I have never heard of any spy chief in the court who has left any good reputation in history.

I smiled helplessly. It seemed that I was destined to be infamous for thousands of years. I wonder if the emperor would compensate me for some reputational losses because of my grievances. After all, before becoming the spy leader, I was a person as pure as a piece of white paper, and everything was forced!

Thoughts turned like lightning, Fang Zheng began to immerse himself in another scene:

In the gloomy and terrifying interrogation room, the spy chief, Lord Fang, was personally clinging to a barbed whip and whipped hard at the underground party member who was unfortunately arrested. While whipping, he shouted fiercely: "Support the list!"

The heroic underground comrade raised his head weakly, smiled disdainfully, and then said "Pah!" with contempt. The sound of pussy was full of justice and indomitableness.

The spy chief Fang Zheng was crazy, "Come on! Give me a chili water to me! Sitting on a tiger bench! Putting bamboo sticks! - It's just that you don't use beauty tricks on him..."

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"Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng!" The emperor's voice implicitly anger.

Fang Zheng withdrew his messy thoughts and saw that the emperor was staring at him dissatisfiedly, Fang Zheng quickly said, "Sorry, I'm distracted just now..."

The emperor shook his head and sighed, "I am the supreme emperor of the Nine Five. When the civil and military ministers in the court talk to me, who is not trembling and walking on thin ice? Only you dare to distract yourself in front of me."

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "I was just thinking about how to prepare for the work. The emperor gave me such a arduous and glorious task. I will work hard to die before I die, so as to repay the emperor's kindness of his grace..."

When the emperor heard this, his face cleared a little and said, "Then have you figured out how to start?"

Fang Zheng nodded and smiled, "I thought I had thought about it, but there was the biggest difficulty..." Then Fang Zheng said with a sad face, "Your Majesty, there is no funding! Training costs, recruitment of newcomers, food procurement, and employee salary and benefits, accident insurance, pension funds, disability subsidies... No money is required. If the emperor wants to develop and grow this organization, he will first allocate hundreds of thousands of taels of silver."

Unexpectedly, the emperor rolled his eyes and said leisurely: "...I don't have money either. You can find a way to go."

Fang Zheng was stunned when he heard this, and then said anxiously: "Where can I find a way to go? Your Majesty, I'm going to say that there are only a dozen taels of scattered silver in Weichen's wallet, and it is impossible to grow and grow. If you want to disband them, maybe the little money of Weichen is just enough for them to have a breakup meal. Otherwise, let's forget about this? Weichen invites them to a meal. Everyone will go their own way in the future. The well water will not interfere with the river, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow..."

Fang Zheng was talking nonsense, but he had a plan in his heart. Should the emperor want our Fang family to support this group of people? He used private money to support the state machine. This old man is really shameless. Why do he always have the idea of ​​making a fuss about my property?

Seeing that the emperor's face looked a little ugly, Fang Zheng quickly said before the emperor spoke: "Your Majesty, Weichen's family has no money. There are thousands of clients, shopkeepers, accountants, and servants to support them. Weichen's family is already in short supply and is very short of money! You don't know that Weichen has not eaten meat for several days and has already had hallucinations. When you walk on the street, you want to bite someone, including your family's disease-free. No matter how you look at it, Weichen thinks he is like a big big trotter who can walk around. Later, I think I have too familiar with him, so I feel that he is too familiar with him, so I feel that he is too embarrassed to talk..."

The emperor was so angry that he was crying poorly: "Have I ever said that I asked your Fang family to pay? Humph! Treat me as a shameless person who is trying to seize the property of his ministers. Just this one should be dragged out to the court for twenty sticks!"

The emperor frowned and pondered for a moment, then said, "Didn't the prince give you a million taels of silver? I guess you never dare to spend that silver? In this way, now I allow you to use that silver as funding. This is a large amount of silver, enough for you to spend for a few years."

Fang Zheng raised his head suddenly and blurted out subconsciously: "That's mine!"

Seeing the emperor's eyes that were about to splatter, Fang Zheng immediately knew that he was wrong. Everything in the world belonged to us, or it might belong to others, but in the final analysis they belong to the emperor, including the bribes accepted by his ministers. - Speaking of the emperor's old man, the monkey spirit, he probably had the idea of ​​making this money long ago.

Fang Zheng talked with the emperor about some specific details of establishing a spy agency, including site selection, selecting personnel from each army, how to train, future responsibilities, etc. The first spy organization in the founding of the Chinese Dynasty took shape in the conversation between the emperor and the organization's first spy leader, Lord Fang.

After the conversation, the two realized that it was already time to hold the lights.

The emperor rubbed his head tiredly and said, "You should step down if you have nothing to do. Remember to do it well. I am tired and I need to rest."

Fang Zheng responded respectfully, and after instructing the emperor to pay attention to the dragon body, he turned around and wanted to retreat. Then Fang Zheng seemed to suddenly remember something, hesitated for a moment, and still spoke.

"Uh... Master, that one million taels of silver... should we also make a 19-cent account..."

Before he finished speaking, a paperweight object flew across Fang Zheng's head. He subconsciously shrank his neck. Before he could react, he heard the emperor's roar from the imperial study room: "Get out! Get away! Get away quickly!"

Fang Zheng was so scared that he ran away from this dangerous place quickly. It was so rough. Why did the emperor have such a bad temper? He also plays with black and eats black. It was clearly given to me by the prince...

As it turns out, every conversation with the emperor ends in this way, and it is really regrettable...

After leaving the palace gate, he met Wen Sen head-on. It seemed that he had been waiting for Fang Zheng outside the palace gate.

Wensen smiled very sunny, and it was like the cold winter sunshine, with a bit of flattery in his smile. Maybe those who do his job like him are not used to laughing like this, so they give people a very stiff feeling.

Fang Zheng also smiled at him and silently demonstrated to him what the correct smile should be like.

Wensen has a strong learning ability. After being stunned for a moment, his smile became much more sincere the second time.

Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction, looking at Wensen with praise: "Wait for me?"

Wen Sen smiled and said, "Yes, I'll do it in the future with Lord Fang. Please take care of my subordinates." After saying that, he looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he took out a piece of paper-shaped thing and stuffed it into Fang Zheng's hand.

Fang Zheng smiled in his heart. He was short of silver flowers, so his subordinates gave me a gift to the young master. God still favored me, and whatever I lacked came from. Wensen has the eyesight and has to promote him in the future. Although his gift-giving method seems a bit clumsy, it seems that he rarely does such things as flattering his superiors, but this does not affect Fang Zheng's happy mood.

He felt a little relieved, but he pretended to be an unhappy expression on his face. Fang Zheng said with a stern face: "Hey—what is this? I am honest and honest, with clean and clean sleeves, as clean as snow lotus in the Tianshan Mountains, as clear as Qinhuai tofu. Didn't you make my reputation damaged? - I won't be the example!"

Wensen smiled flatteringly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I will definitely not give it to you next time, I will definitely not give it to you!"

Fang Zheng glanced at him sideways and saw that this guy is a pink and tender officialdom. If I don’t say anything, you really won’t give it to me?

The two stood at the gate of the palace and talked intimately for a long time, but they were just polite words such as taking care of themselves in the future and promoting them in the future. Fang Zheng yawned and talked to the emperor all day long. Now he was a little sleepy. Seeing that his boss was not in good spirits, Wen Sen quickly bowed and said goodbye.

Wen Sen turned around, and Fang Zheng couldn't wait to open the bribe he had just received, feeling happy. God wants me to send it, but I dare not stop sending it...

After seeing what was in his hand, Fang Zheng's heart suffocated halfway, and then he became furious: "Hey! Come back!"

Wen Sen turned around inexplicably, and saw Fang Zheng shaking the paper in his hand with anger, and said angrily: "What are you giving me? Are you going to pay for next month?"

Wensen looked closer and then blushed with shame, and took it back with great silence: "Sorry, sorry, I was nervous for a moment, I gave it wrong. Just now that was the list of our brothers' pensions. This is, Lord Fang, forgive me, I deserve to die!"

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Wensen handed over another silver note. Fang Zheng took it and looked closely. It was just a silver note of 100 taels, and it was also wrinkled, like straw paper used in a toilet.

Wensen said embarrassedly: "This is what our brothers number one came together. It is a little bit of my wish for the adults. Brothers don't pay much money, so I hope that the adults will not dislike it..."

Fang Zheng sighed and silently handed the silver notes back to Wensen: "You'd better give them to your brothers. You'll have a hundred taels of taels for dozens of people. I'm really embarrassed to ask for them. - The emperor owes you a lot of wages? I'll help you get your hard-earned money tomorrow. If you don't give it, we'll climb the high-voltage electric tower to scare him..."

What kind of mess did I accept? They were all so poor that they were the secret agencies of the country. Why did they always feel like they were the leader of the Beggars' Sect...

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After returning home, Fang Zheng just stepped into the gate of Fang's mansion, and the killer brother came towards him.

Fang Zheng was happy when he saw him: "Oh, it's rare today. Brother Killer is so active to welcome me here?"

The killer brother shook his head coolly: "I happened to meet him, I'll go out for a walk..."

Fang Zheng's face froze in an instant.

The killer brother ignored him and passed by him.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and quickly grabbed him, smiling and said, "Oh, don't hurry to leave. Brother Killer, you have a long-term business. Do you want to take it? Enjoy the treatment of a national civil servant. Maybe you can also give you a little girl or something..."

The killer brother said impatiently: "What's the matter?"

Damn! Those who are capable are just arrogant! Fang Zheng raised his middle finger at the killer in his heart, but he still smiled and said, "You are a businessman anyway. As long as you make money, you will definitely not refuse?"

"What the hell is it?"

"Help me train a group of people, well, teach them to capture, fight, kill, slip through the door and pick locks, it's best to teach your Little Li flying knife's unique skills..."

"Not interested." The killer brother turned his head and left before he could finish his words.

Fang Zheng was stunned and was about to call him, but the killer brother suddenly turned back.

Fang Zhengxi said: "Have you changed your mind?"

The killer brother shook his head: "I suddenly remembered something, and I should remind you..."

Fang Zheng said with a serious expression: "What's the matter?"

"There is a five-year-old girl holding a box and looking for you everywhere in the mansion. She should be coming out soon."

"Changle?" Fang Zheng's legs became weak, his whole body was trembling, and he said tremblingly: "How long will it take for her to come out?"

The killer brother said coolly: "Ten."

"What are ten? Ten incense sticks, or ten hours?"

“Nine, eight, seven, six…”

"...Your uncle!"
Chapter completed!