Chapter 181: The God of Wealth has arrived

The struggle continued.

A few days after Yu Zhaoan was interrogated, the Heavenly Prison received another batch of prisoners. Among them, the most critical and eye-catching was Jiang Tu's number one running dog, Liu Daowen, a Physician of the Ministry of Works' Construction Division.

Liu Daowen was a recognized great corrupt official. His official position was not high, and he didn't dare to live in a house that violated regulations under the feet of the Son of Heaven, but the decorations inside the house made everyone who saw them marvel, saying they had gained knowledge. He also kept more than a dozen concubines. Just a month ago, this villain had just taken his fourteenth concubine, who was in the prime of her youth.

His son could be said to have inherited his style.

Chen Guanlou often frequented brothels, and ten times out of ten, he could meet Young Master Liu five times; the other five times, Young Master Liu was either on a flower boat or in the room of some top courtesan. This son had quite a reputation in the flower street, famous for throwing gold to make a beauty smile; many girls wanted to pluck his wool.

Just based on Liu Daowen's income as a tiny Physician, let alone letting Young Master Liu gain fame in the flower street, even supporting his family would be difficult.

Not only did he keep a group of beautiful concubines, but his son could also scatter money everywhere; one could imagine how much money this person had embezzled. Over the years, everything had gone smoothly, and no one could bring him down, all because he had the great backer of Jiang Tu behind him.

Now, Jiang Tu and the civil official group were fighting, Jiang Tu moved Yu Zhaoan, and the civil official group's counter-means immediately followed, directly taking down the number one lackey Liu Daowen, knocking Liu Daowen dizzy.

Wronged!

Heavens-high wronged!

He hadn't done anything; he had only made the mistake that all officials would make. Why arrest him, and what right did they have to arrest him? The big shots above were fighting; could they not implicate the little brothers below?

To repay Chen Guanlou for covering for him before, Prison Clerk Fan waved his hand and assigned this God of Wealth, Liu Daowen, to Chen Guanlou's territory, hinting that Chen Guanlou should boldly extort him. Whether everyone would eat thin porridge or dry rice this month depended on how much silver he could knock out.

Shi Hong was not convinced and found Prison Clerk Fan, begging to hand Liu Daowen over to him to deal with.

"I guarantee I will knock out more money than Chen Guanlou. If he knocks out one thousand taels, I will knock out at least fifteen hundred. If he knocks out two thousand, I will knock out three thousand."

For a moment, Prison Clerk Fan was tempted. But he quickly rejected Shi Hong.

"Don't add to my trouble. Liu Daowen is both a God of Wealth and Jiang Tu's person; you can't grasp the measure inside. This person can only be handed over to Chen Guanlou to deal with."

"I have a sense of measure; please give me a chance, my lord." Shi Hong opened a pair of eyes that wanted to work hard to improve, expressing his determination.

Prison Clerk Fan tsked, feeling a bit disgusted.

He thought to himself, the other party didn't have a second beautiful cousin. If he did, he could consider being a brother-in-law with his clan uncle, which would also be quite refreshing.

Hmph!

He was a person with principles and would never change his orders in the morning and evening, and would never fail his number one general, Chen Guanlou. After all, when something really happened, Chen Guanlou was truly capable of handling it and truly had the ability to share his worries. Shi Hong had nothing but money in his brain, and the key was that his methods were very inferior, and the things he did had nothing to do with the word 'beautiful'.

Liu Daowen was not an ordinary person, although his official position was not high, only the fifth rank. However, the backer behind him was Jiang Tu.

The civil official group couldn't afford to offend him, and Jiang Tu could afford to offend him even less.

If he really handed the person to Shi Hong, he was afraid it would bring a whole body of fishy smell.

In the end, Master Little Fan firmly chose Chen Guanlou to maintain their friendship.

When Xiao Jin and the others learned the news, they were all very excited; finally, a big fish had come. Everyone was rubbing their hands, ready to show their skills, deciding to eat dry food this month and let everyone have meat.

Chen Guanlou instructed everyone, "Don't be too smug, and grasp the measure well. We want the money, but we must also ensure the person's safety; there cannot be obvious external injuries, and we cannot leave evidence that makes people point fingers, understand?"

"Chen Tou, rest assured, we are already skilled at doing things; we guarantee to grasp the measure well and guarantee there will be no external injuries." Qian Fugui and the others patted their chests and gave their guarantees.

Xiao Jin asked a bit too much, "Chen Tou, is there an upper limit this time? Liu Daowen has followed Jiang Tu for many years; his family property is at least five hundred thousand, if not a million. If we don't knock out eighty or a hundred thousand, we would be sorry for our own conscience."

Chen Guanlou sneered; they were all people who saw money and opened their eyes, without any sense of worry.

Such a big fish, could they let the Heavenly Prison eat it alone? What kind of beautiful dream were they having!

He said coldly, "If you don't mind being remembered by Jiang Tu and having your lives targeted, you can go ahead and knock on the bamboo pole."

"This..."

Hearing this, the prison guards looked at each other.

Xiao Jin asked cautiously, "Will Jiang Tu still protect Liu Daowen?"

"Whether he protects him or not is not important; what is important is that if our eating is too ugly, someone will look at it with displeasure, and it might even lead to public anger. For the sake of face, Jiang Tu will definitely not let it go. With his status in His Majesty's heart, if he wants to take your lives, it's just a matter of one sentence."

Hearing this, the prison guards were all in a cold sweat.

"Please instruct us, Chen Tou, how exactly should we grasp the measure, and how much is considered the upper limit?"

Chen Guanlou tapped the table lightly, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and finally set a goal. "Five thousand taels is the upper limit. We don't want any more. We must understand the principle of stopping when it is enough to last long."

Five thousand taels was a bit small, judging by Liu Daowen's corruption.

But they were just prison guards at the lowest status; being able to bite off five thousand taels was definitely a large amount. And this amount was very safe, an amount that the big shots above could accept.

"Fine! We will follow what Chen Tou said, with five thousand taels as the goal. I hope Liu Daowen is sensible and doesn't force us to use extraordinary means."

The prison guards with flexible brains had already started calculating how much money they could share, and whether they should go to the gambling house or the brothel first after getting the money. In short, everyone was full of joy.

A God of Wealth worth five thousand taels was something they might not encounter in a year. Just after the New Year, the Jia-character prison welcomed a God of Wealth; it could be seen that welcoming the God of Wealth on the fifth day was useful, very useful, and this year was a good year!

After grasping the spirit, the prison guards started to divide the work and cooperate. From the moment Liu Daowen was locked into the prison, the money-making plan began.

Liu Daowen mixed in the officialdom and had heard a bit about the rules of the Heavenly Prison.

In the past two years, a saying had become popular in the officialdom: the end of being an official is the Heavenly Prison.

It was very necessary to take time to understand the rules of the Heavenly Prison.

On the day he was locked into the Heavenly Prison, the Liu Prefecture steward sent eight hundred taels of silver to the Heavenly Prison, hoping that the Heavenly Prison could treat Liu Daowen fairly and not use inferior means to hurt people.

The money was accepted, and the person continued to be dealt with.

Liu Daowen was starved for two days. As an official who had enjoyed a life of luxury for more than a decade, he had to adapt to the harsh environment of the Heavenly Prison on one hand, and endure the painful hunger on the other. In just two days, it was as if he had practiced in the eighteenth level of hell; his beard was messy, his whole body had a sour stench, and the harassment of fleas and bedbugs made red bumps grow all over his fair skin, itching so much that he wanted to scratch his skin to pieces.

He couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't take it anymore.

Give him a mouthful of rice to eat, give him a mouthful of water to drink! He didn't ask for top-grade tea, ordinary tea would do! It would be best to have another bowl of nutritious chicken soup.

"I want to see Chen Tou, I want to see Chen Tou, I have important things to tell him. Isn't it just money you want? Once I see Chen Tou, I will give the money." ===== CHAPTER 182 =====