Chapter 382: No luck, all by strength

The next day was indeed a sunny day. Waited for another day, and when the road surface was seven or eight percent dry, Chen Guanlou's group set off to continue rushing to the capital.

After they left, the postmaster found several small-denomination silver notes at the counter, adding up to a hundred taels. The postmaster was stunned for a moment, thinking it was money dropped by some guest. Immediately reacting, it was left by Chen Jiang Yucheng for him.

He hurriedly chased out, but the team had long since disappeared, nowhere to be found.

The postmaster sighed, "Chen Jiang Yucheng has human touch, much better than those officials."

He didn't know that the post station caught fire, and Chen Guanlou also had a little responsibility. Feeling uneasy in his heart, he left the silver to solve the actual difficulties of the post station.

Passing the checkpoint, Chen Guanlou was still thinking about how to deal with the tax clerks checking.

The situation was beyond his expectation; it seemed someone had arranged everything in advance. The tax clerks not only didn't check the goods, but didn't even collect the tax fees. One by one, they pretended to be deaf and dumb, as if they couldn't see their group, the goods of more than a dozen large carts.

When passing the checkpoint, he specifically looked at the tax clerks a few times; they were unfamiliar, definitely hadn't seen them.

The Marquis's residence's arrangement was quite in place, even the bottom-level tax clerks were arranged. As long as he showed the Heavenly Prison's official document, the other party would let them go.

Tax clerks didn't have to worry about getting the wrong person.

After all, the only team in the world that goes out on business with the Heavenly Prison's official document is their team, and it would definitely not be wrong.

The subsequent journey was smooth, no sleeping medicine in the middle of the night, no thieves, no mountain bandits, and no difficult tax clerks.

Smoothly arrived at the outskirts of the capital, with only a few li left from the city gate.

The Marquis's residence sent people to wait for a long time, handing over goods and prisoners, counting the numbers. Then a group of people turned a corner, didn't enter the city, and escorted the goods and prisoners to the north.

Goods handed over, the security firm completed the task, took the money and prepared to stay for one night, and set off back to Suizhou tomorrow.

The people from the guild also completed the task; this task was very easy, following along to eat and drink at the post station, took the money, and turned back to Suizhou, not intending to enter the capital to take a look.

The remaining prison guards looked at each other.

Went out to escort prisoners, but the prisoners were taken away.

Then this task, was it completed, completed, or completed?

"Head, the prisoners are gone, how do we report the task?"

"Of course, report the task empty-handed."

Chen Guanlou was not panicked at all, took the prison guards, went straight to the Heavenly Prison, handed in the official documents, and reported the task.

Sure enough, Lei Jiang Yucheng saw he didn't bring back the prisoners, and didn't even let out a fart. He even said: "This trip was hard work, give you three days off, rest well, and come to work after you have enough spirit."

Going out for a small month, when leaving it was the hot summer, and when returning it was autumn.

The autumn in the capital was obviously earlier than in the south, and the leaves began to turn yellow. However, the weather was still very hot, the autumn tiger was rampant, unscrupulous, making people wish they could lie in the water every day.

As soon as he returned, the other teams sent by the Marquis's residence also returned safely one after another.

The most unlucky one was Manager Liu, walking at the front, but ended up losing his life.

Came to the Marquis's residence again, still in the First House's territory.

The Head Manager saw him in the signing room, his face no longer had the bitter taste, smiling, like a god of wealth.

"Brother Lou handled things, truly making people feel at ease. I didn't expect this task to be so smooth. You have merit."

Smooth, my ass!

If he wasn't strong enough, he would have died at the Niujiao Mountain post station. The prison guards following him would mostly have lost their lives.

If he hadn't relied on his three-inch tongue to fool that senior, this trip wouldn't have been smooth, and he would have suffered.

If he hadn't spent a thousand taels, this task would definitely have been turned upside down.

This trip had no luck, all by strength.

He reported the account to the Head Manager, and the thousand taels were also reported, but he didn't say where the thousand taels were spent. The Head Manager didn't ask either; the small matter of a mere thousand taels was not worth caring about.

The Head Manager asked him, "You have made a great contribution, what do you want, just speak up."

"Anything is fine?" Chen Guanlou was very curious about what kind of reward the Marquis'

This journey was not about luck; it relied entirely on strength.

He reported the accounts to the Head Steward, including the one thousand taels, but he did not say where that one thousand taels was spent. The Head Steward did not ask either; a trivial matter of a mere one thousand taels was not worth caring about.

The Head Steward then asked him, "You have performed a great service. Whatever you want, just speak up."

"Anything is fine?" Chen Guanlou was very curious about what kind of reward the Hou Fu could offer.

The Head Steward nodded slowly, "As long as it is not excessive, anything is fine. Even if you want to be an official, the Hou Fu can handle it for you. Do you want to go to the Ministry of Justice to serve? I can give you a Seventh Rank official position; do you want it? If you dislike the Ministry of Justice for having no money, then go to the Ministry of Revenue or the Ministry of Works; these two offices are publicly acknowledged to be wealthy with abundant kickbacks. Or the Ministry of Personnel, where plenty of people will offer you tribute. How about I arrange the most prosperous territory for you to be a Magistrate?"

This reward, it must be said, was extremely generous; starting as a Seventh Rank official was on par with the treatment of a successful candidate in the imperial examinations.

"Forget it, I don't want to be an official."

"You actually don't want to be an official?" The Head Steward was very surprised, "In this world, where is there a man who doesn't want to be an official?"

"Everyone has their own aspirations; I just want to drift through life and wait for death." Chen Guanlou clearly stated his position: he had no grand ambitions, did not want to bear responsibilities, did not want to socialize, did not want to engage in office politics, and even less did he want to engage in party strife; he just wanted money, few tasks, and to be close to home.

A Seventh Rank official position was quite good, but the moment he thought about the pile of superiors above him, his head started to ache. It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, but that he didn't want to handle it; he didn't want to play that officialdom game. It was mentally exhausting and would also delay his cultivation.

The Head Steward's mouth twitched. It was the first time he had encountered a Chen family member with so little ambition; it was both surprising and frustrating.

"Brother Lou, you can't be like this! You are young and in your prime; why do you lack ambition and only want to drift through life? You are a talent, and a talent should be put to good use."

"I am not a talent; I am just a mediocre person. Head Steward, please don't put me to good use; just give me some money and send me away."

The Head Steward was so angry he blew his beard and glared. This was preposterous, simply preposterous.

As a member of the Chen family, how could he be so degenerate?

He had to talk to the Master about this.

He couldn't control Chen Guanlou, but the Master, as the clan head, certainly could. With the clan head stepping in, he didn't believe Chen Guanlou would dare to disobey.

"Are you determined not to leave the Heavenly Prison?"

Chen Guanlou nodded heavily; he was determined not to leave. The Heavenly Prison was a treasure trove! Previously, others hadn't discovered this treasure, but now that he had found it, he wouldn't let go no matter what.

"How about I give you a Jiang Jiang Yucheng position to hold?"

"I won't be a Jiang Jiang Yucheng. The Heavenly Prison is iron-clad, but the Prison Wardens are like flowing water. That position of Jiang Jiang Yucheng—whoever comes doesn't sit for long. It doesn't fit my goal of drifting through life and waiting for death."

"Stop saying those words about drifting through life and waiting for death." The Head Steward was very dissatisfied, "As a member of the Chen family, you should have the dignity that a Chen family member ought to have."