When Guo Ju was working hard to deal with the Qingjiang Gang's main hall masters and the incense masters, a group of officials in the Cao Governor's yamen opposite the Qingjiang Gang's main hall were also talking about Guo Ju's purpose this time.

"Can those vulgar people deal with Guo Ju?"

"Hmph, no matter how vulgar they are, as long as their eyes are not blind, they should still know what to choose."

"The others are fine, but Zhang Wei's old boatman is afraid that he will have a second intention."

"Ha, as long as he dares to show his intention to betray us, he will not see the sun the next day."

“All arranged.”

"Since he knew the little thoughts in his heart, he had already made arrangements."

"But Guo Ju is still here, will it be a bad thing?"

"If someone close to you starts, Guo Ju will not be able to do anything unless he or she is following Zhang Wei even when he or she is sleeping."

"Can you push the matter to Guo Qiu?"

"It's OK, but it's better not to cause trouble."

After thinking for a while, I shook my head gently, and denied this tempting idea.

"It will be of no help to us even if Guo Ju defeated a lowly official. There are so many people in the six doors, you can just promote one of them.

If we want to rebel, we will inevitably startle our actions, attract the attention of that person, and make the person more cautious in the future. This will not be of any benefit to our future work."

“That’s true.”

...

Zhang Wei and Guo Ju naturally had no way to know about the conversation between the canal transportation yamen opposite. At this time, the two were drinking with their arms around.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors, after Guo Ju was willing to avoid topics that could easily cause conflicts, the atmosphere gradually became warmer.

In the air in the moon, the banquet that lasted for nearly an hour finally ended. Most of the Qingjiang Gang's leaders and gang members, who were accompanying him, had already slipped to the bottom of the table, and several jars of good wine that the Qingjiang Gang got from somewhere had already been seen.

Guo Ju, who had drunk the most, could barely sit at this time, but his shaking body seemed to slip from the chair like those under the table at any time.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on," Zhang Wei, who was also shaking, slammed the table suddenly and shouted loudly with a mouth full of alcohol, "Send it to Brother Guo, go to the guest room, rest, rest."

"Master, you are drunk. They can handle such trivial matters properly. You should go back to your room to rest quickly."

The confidant around Zhang Wei didn't seem to drink much, and when most people can't even stand up, he can still keep his mind clear.

"Ada, A Er, you send Chief Man Guo to the guest room."

"yes."

Outside the door, the two strong men responded, walked quickly to Guo Ju, and gently raised Guo Ju.

"Don't forget to send two bowls of sobering soup to Chief Guo."

"Yes, my subordinates know."

Seeing Guo Ju being sent away by the two of them, he shouted outside again.

"Ahu, Abao, you two come in and follow me to send the headmaster back to the room."

...

Although the drunk people were very heavy, with the help of two strong men, Ahu and Abao, Zhang Wei was soon sent back to his room.

The room was not big, and it didn't look luxurious at all. Even the chair in the middle of the room looked like it had been used for a long time and had already shimmered on it.

No matter how you look at it, this room is incompatible with the atmosphere and luxury in the Qingjiang Gang Hall.

"You guys go down." Lying on the bed, Zhang Wei waved his hands at Ah Hu, Ah Bao and others, signaling them to leave, "I have something to say with Ah Ren."

When the two heard this, they immediately bowed and left, closing the door.

"What are the instructions of the headmaster?" Arenze stood up, stood respectfully beside the bed, and asked.

"Don't be so reserved, sit down and say."

Zhang Wei sat up while talking, and Arenze hurriedly helped him, for fear that he would fall to the ground accidentally.

"Aren, how many years have you been with me?"

After taking a sip of the tea handed over by Aren, Zhang Wei asked softly.

"About twenty years." After lowering his head and calculating, Aren answered.

"Twenty years!" Zhang Wei sighed, feeling a little moved.

"I was a boatman. When I was young, I never thought about marrying a wife and having children in order to stutter, and to do so. Later, when I was old, my life was better, but because I was young, I had no children. I still don't have any more children in my life."

Speaking of this thing that I regret the most, Zhang Wei's voice was full of bitterness and unwillingness.

"Aren was raised by his foster father since childhood, and his graciousness was recreated. Please rest assured that his foster father, Aren will definitely support his foster father in his old age and see him off."

Aren has already kneeled to the ground.

"I'm going to see you for the end of my life." Zhang Wei sighed, the bitterness in his voice became more and more obvious.

"I'm afraid I don't have anything to raise. But you, I'm afraid you want to send me off now."

Looking at the adopted son who suddenly raised his head, Zhang Wei's face was full of confusion and doubt, but more so, it was still a strong bitterness.

"I don't understand. I don't have any children. A hundred years later, the position of the head of the head must be yours. Why are you so anxious?"

Zhang Wei looked at Aren and asked in confusion.

"Did your adoptive father really think that in a hundred years, the position of the head leader will definitely be mine?"

Aren's head lowered again, but his voice was full of reluctance.

"Didn't the adoptive father understand it over the years? Without those people nodding, no one in the Qingjiang Gang could take the position of the head of the helm."

"So, for this position, you choose to be their dog, wag your tail at them, begging them to give you a few bones, right?"

The doubts and bitterness on Zhang Wei's face had turned into thick mockery at this time.

"What about you, adoptive father?"

Aren suddenly stood up, and his eyes were also full of sarcasm when he looked at Zhang Wei.

"Didn't you choose to be a dog the same way? It's just that you choose to be the emperor's dog. How much difference can it be with me?"

"At least, the emperor is far enough away!" Zhang Wei's voice was three points louder.

"To become the emperor, at least we can eat some bones and suck some bone marrow, but if we become the opposite dog, what do you think they can give us?"

"It is precisely because the emperor is far away that we have to surrender to the group of bastards on the other side."

But Aren obviously did not agree with Zhang Wei's idea.

"If you want to eat bones, you must at least save your life first. If you lose your life, even if there are many bones, a dead dog can open your mouth?!"

"Hmph, if you beat us to death, they will be like knocking off their teeth. What can they use to bite the benefits."

Zhang Wei disdained Aren's words.
Chapter completed!