Stop Chasing the Sick Boss of Quick Transmigration Raiders

Chapter 141

In the noisy market, a man in his 40s was packing his stalls and preparing to go home.

"Old Li, what's the matter with you?" The street peddler who sold cakes looked puzzled at the depressed middle-aged man.

"This business is losing money more and more. If you don't do it, go home and farm." The man sighed deeply, "Since the fire, the price of salt has been getting higher and higher, and I can't make money as a pickle. Money, no, I went to see it yesterday, and it has increased by [-]%, so it’s a loss-making business, it’s better to go home and farm..."

A wandering old man leaned over with his ears stretched out.

"Brother, I haven't bought salt for a long time. I don't know about the price of salt. Why, has the price of salt increased?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Yes, it has quadrupled." The man smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Isn't this salt sold at a fixed price?" The old man rolled his eyes and asked again, "The government is in charge, why is the price so high?"

"It's from the government... Well, it's specially approved by the government, and there are official documents. It was much cheaper before, and now it's a little cheaper than the official salt on the street." Old Li headed to an unremarkable small shop on the corner of the street. Nunuzui.

The old man walked over with a blank face, looked up, it was obviously just a grocery store?
"What do you want to buy?" The waiter greeted him enthusiastically.

"I want to buy some salt..."

"Okay, you..." Xiao Er was full of smiles, and was about to invite him back, when the shopkeeper came out and cut off Xiao Er's words.

"Salt? You're joking, we don't sell it here, we don't sell it." The shopkeeper pushed Xiaoer cryptically, and said with a smile, "This salt, you have to go to the official store to buy it. Small grocery stores, how can you have this thing? .”

The old man nodded suddenly, turned his head and walked out slowly.

The shopkeeper heaved a sigh of relief, and turned around to teach Xiaoer a lesson.

The old man strolled slowly to the neighborhood where the dignitaries lived, walked to a house, asked the concierge to find his master, and said that the old friend had something to discuss.

The concierge saw that he was dressed in coarse cloth and went to inform him with some doubts.

"In coarse cloth clothes? White hair? You say he's my old friend?" Zhang Yushi was painting in the study. Hearing this, he stood up immediately, threw the brush away and ran out.

When he ran to the door out of breath, the old man was sitting on the steps in front of the door smoking a pipe.

"Old Wen, it really is you, please come in quickly."

Zhang Yushi felt excited.

Who is Mr. Wen?

A fighter jet in the censor, a scanner in the officialdom!

This unremarkable old man once fought alone against almost the entire officialdom in the hall.

When the late emperor was still alive, there was once a treacherous official with power over the court. The late emperor loved him and turned a deaf ear to other people's advice. All the censors kept silent for fear of being beheaded by the emperor's order. Only Mr. Wen , took out conclusive evidence, and justly reprimanded the treacherous officials for their actions in the court.

Finally, the late emperor was finally persuaded and personally issued an order to search the traitor's residence, so that the court could be restored to a clean state.

Bull man!
The number of people who have been impeached by Mr. Wen is countless. When he was at his peak, he impeached five high-ranking officials who were above the fourth rank in the early morning, so that everyone would tremble three times when they saw him appearing in the ranks in the future.

Isn't this the censor's lifelong pursuit!

Zhang Yushi welcomed him in with admiration.

The door slowly closed, and the opening chapter of another incident quietly kicked off.

(End of this chapter)