Chapter 118: Only power can defeat power

"Chen Yan!"

"What do you mean by this!"

Zhao Gaoyuan was stunned, unable to believe his ears.

The originally pale face began to have color, ignoring the extreme pain between his legs, and began to struggle crazily.

"Literal meaning!"

Chen Yan saw this, appreciated it with great interest, and said playfully, "I want to force out a confession about Zhao Qian; that was just your wishful thinking..."

He paused and continued, "Might as well tell you directly; what I wanted from the beginning was for all the blame to fall on your heads, not to spread outward!"

Because of the preconceived notion, a misconception was produced.

But if he, Chen Yan, really wanted to force something out of their mouths, he wouldn't have used the ordinary Random Strum, but would have gone straight to the advanced version.

This idiot never realized a problem: so what if it affected Zhao Qian?

Great Zhou law simply couldn't judge a Pillar of State.

Only power can defeat power.

"You have been playing us from beginning to end?!"

Zhao Gaoyuan's brain buzzed, his eyes widened, he suddenly realized, and shouted.

At that moment, Zhao Gaoyuan, who had been extremely tough before, was like being struck by lightning...

Suffered for nothing.

This bastard's goal from start to finish was actually Wangchuan Gambling Hall; it was a complete play!

"Objective, correct, hitting the nail on the head!"

"You finally got it!"

Chen Yan smiled indifferently and silently gave a thumbs up.

That action and language were both killing and punishing the heart...

Yuwen Ze was also stunned.

He also didn't expect that his brother was actually "the drunkard's heart is not in the wine."

"Chen Yan, you bastard!"

"Bastard!"

"Bitch!"

"How could Old Pillar of State Chen have such an insidious and cunning grandson like you!"

"You won't die well!"

Zhao Gaoyuan began to break down in incompetent rage.

Only at this very moment did he connect everything...

Everything was a calculation; the previous gambling silver fraud was, and the current torture was too.

"Overpraised!"

Chen Yan was not ashamed, but proud, and cupped his hands.

The opponent's insults were far more pleasant to hear than flattering flattery...

He paused, turned his head to look at Yuwen Ze, and asked, "Did you remember it all?"

"Remembered it all!"

Yuwen Ze nodded and responded.

"That's good!"

Chen Yan smiled, beckoned to Song Fei, and ordered, "When you have free time, organize it, and incidentally update the punishments of our Mingjing Si!"

"Yes."

Song Fei responded repeatedly.

As an old Embroidered Attire Envoy, he knew very well what this update of torture would bring to the Mingjing Si...

A more notorious reputation!

Don't look at Zhao Gaoyuan holding on for half a quarter of an hour; others had long wanted to spit it out, but their mouths were blocked.

"Oh right, Old Zhang!" Chen Yan seemed to have thought of something, slapped his head suddenly, and shouted.

"Your subordinate is here." Zhang Wenqian responded and stepped forward.

"Go and fabricate a few suitable charges, and pin them on them and Wangchuan Gambling Hall!" Chen Yan smiled indifferently and said.

Leave professional matters to professional people.

Fabricating appropriate charges was to be famous for the teacher, to use the name of justice to take over Wangchuan Gambling Hall, and even the entire Chang'an gambling industry.

No one could pick out a single flaw.

Even, in the Chang'an folk, he could leave a good name...

Zhao Gaoyuan witnessed this operation of publicly fabricating without avoiding anyone, and roared hysterically: "Chen Yan, Uncle will absolutely not let you go!"

Chen Yan didn't even look back and turned to leave.

Zhuque Hall.

In the courtyard.

A middle-aged man had been waiting for a long time; seeing Chen Yan coming, he immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "Seen Lord Chen Yan!"

Chen Yan stopped, glanced sideways, examined him slightly, and said, "Sun Dewang, right?"

"You did very well!"

In fact, whether it was Zhao Gaoyuan or Lin Yu, neither discovered that one person was missing in the interrogation room just now: Deputy Steward Sun Dewang.

It wasn't that You Xian had missed him, but that this person had long been bought off.

And he had tried his best to cooperate with Chen Yan's actions...

Shen Jian's stupid questioning of cheating, publicly reneging on the debt, and threatening with force under the eyes of everyone, were exactly his handiwork.

"Many thanks for your praise, My Lord!"

Sun Dewang was full of sycophancy and laughed, "The little one's meager effort, dare not claim credit!"

He paused and flattered, "It was all your strategic planning and correct decision-making, My Lord, that could settle the universe in one fell swoop!"

"You really know how to talk!"

Chen Yan was amused, took out a 10,000-tael silver note from his bosom, handed it over, and said, "This is the 10,000 taels promised to you... keep it well!"

"Many thanks, My Lord!"

Sun Dewang was overjoyed and took it with trembling hands.

He knew Chen Yan's character, but at the moment it was really fulfilled, he was still incomparably excited in his heart.

This was silver he couldn't earn even if he worked hard for a lifetime!

Chen Yan put his hands behind his back, exhaled a turbid breath, and said calmly, "In the middle of the night, there will be Embroidered Attire Envoys escorting you and your whole family to leave Chang'an..."

"Yes." Sun Dewang nodded, not doubting it, only left with the anticipation of future wealth and honor.

It was hard to hide his excitement.

"Step down!"

Chen Yan waved his hand, "Live well under an assumed name in the future..."

Sun Dewang did not hesitate and retreated immediately.

It was just that he didn't notice at all that Chen Yan, who had his back to him, had a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes and a cold sneer on his lips.

This kind of two-faced person who had lost his value had to be dealt with after leaving Chang'an.

After all, it was inconvenient to bury the corpse in the city...

One hour later.

Chen Yan lay on the rocking chair, basking in the sun lazily, smacked his lips, and muttered, "Haven't seen Jiang Li for a long time; I really want to check her academic qualifications!"

Just as he was calculating, Song Fei's voice sounded behind him:

"My Lord, the inventory of Wangchuan Gambling Hall has been counted..."

Chen Yan's thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and he blurted out: "Read!"

Song Fei opened the "summary list" in his hand and read loudly: "300 gold bars, 5 large boxes of silver ingots, 500,000 strings of bronze coins, more than 40 gold and silver utensils, 100 pearls, 300 pieces of jade..."

Things like Begonia hard red banana leaf cups, gold-inlaid ivory old chopsticks, Snow Mountain Ginseng, and all kinds of rare treasures emerged one after another.

"Tsk, the gambling hall really is a money-sucker..."

Chen Yan smacked his lips; this was what was left after the Duke of Chu Mansion, and he continued, "Besides gold, silver, and treasures, what are the quantities of other things?"

"Five mansions in the capital, covering a total area of about 50 acres, with a total of 200 rooms; three local properties, each covering about 30 acres, with 50 rooms."

"5,000 acres of fertile land, distributed in different states and counties, with 100 land deeds."

"200 pieces of silk clothing, 100 bolts of brocade, 50 bolts of damask..."

Countless tiger skins, black fox skins, silver fox skins, wolf skins, large black-gray rat skins, purple sable skins, etc.

"Losing Wangchuan Gambling Hall, the Duke of Chu Mansion is afraid it will hurt its foundations..."

Chen Yan's mouth rose slightly; even he marveled at the gambling hall's nature as a money tree; he didn't know until he raided it, and he was startled once he did.

He paused and continued, "Divide these things according to the usual practice!"

"In addition, send more of the selected brocade, damask, and various skins to my mansion; there are many women at home!"

Since the women followed him, he certainly wouldn't treat them poorly; even Xiao Zhiqing had a share.

They could not use them, but they couldn't not have them...

"Yes."

Song Fei nodded and responded, "Your subordinate understands."

Chen Yan stood up, stretched, cast his gaze toward the northeast of Chang'an, and said playfully, "For so long, I have never visited the Autumn Office..."

"I wonder what kind of expression Old Pillar of State Zhao will have when he sees me?" ===== CHAPTER 119 =====