Chapter 389: Scolding people without using dirty words

"Prison Clerk Chen is back!"

With the announcement, the few people in the duty room all shut their mouths and looked toward the door.

Chen Guanlou had been drinking tea at a nearby teahouse; he wasn't a person who loved strolling on the street, especially when he was in a bad mood. He went to a familiar teahouse to drink tea and listen to storytelling.

The prison guard found him, and he originally didn't want to return to the Heavenly Prison. On second thought, he didn't want to implicate the people below for the trouble he had caused. If Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei really wanted to go crazy, he could handle it alone.

See, he really had a conscience.

He followed the prison guard back to the Heavenly Prison, sharp-eared and sharp-eyed, hearing the noise in the duty room, knowing roughly what was going on, and only then let the prison guard announce him.

"What are you all doing here? Aren't you busy?" As soon as he entered the door, he scolded the few squad leaders angrily. "Get out, get out, get out, don't disturb Lord Lei here. Whoever offends Lord Lei, I'll deal with you when we get back."

He acted on his own initiative and kicked Xiao Jin's stool.

Xiao Jin didn't have the slightest hesitation, taking the lead to leave the duty room without even looking at Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei. He had carried out the role of a loyal dog to the extreme.

Once he left, the remaining three people hesitated for half a second before all rising to leave.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei was so angry his chest hurt. "Chen Guanlou, do you still have this official in your eyes? Did this official allow them to leave?"

"My lord, calm your anger; the person you want to lecture is me, so why make things difficult for those few squad leaders. I know you want to make me lose face in front of those people and damage my majestic image in everyone's hearts. It's just that there's no need to do so."

"This official thinks it's very necessary to do so." Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei started to put on airs. The few squad leaders were all rough people who didn't understand etiquette and only knew how to talk nonsense when they opened their mouths; he couldn't put on the airs of a superior. Chen Guanlou talked about etiquette and face, which was too good; he had to put on airs, the bigger the better.

Chen Guanlou gave a light laugh. "I heard a few sentences of what you were discussing outside. When Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang died, I had only been in the Heavenly Prison for a while and didn't understand anything. But I also know that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang's death wasn't simple."

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei felt a bit of a chill in his heart; what kind of wind was blowing today, with everyone talking about that dead ghost Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang? Thinking of using Jiang Jiang Yucheng Jiang to threaten him? Dream on. As a prison warden, he must defend his authority and never be a rubber stamp.

Chen Guanlou was very impolite, treating the duty room as his own territory, pouring tea for himself and asking Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei if he wanted some.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei said no, and after the words left his mouth, he realized. "Chen Guanlou, don't go too far."

Chen Guanlou blew on the boiling tea and said softly: "No one in the Heavenly Prison is safe, except me! Because my backer has the highest status, the heaviest authority, and the most noble identity. The key is that my surname is Chen, completely different from you bunch of people who bought backers with money.

I am a son of the Chen family, seemingly insignificant, but the Hou Fu will never watch others plot against me. If one day I die, the Hou Fu, for the sake of its face and the Chen clan, will also avenge me. Therefore, in the entire Heavenly Prison, I am the safest.

No matter how I mess around, even if I cause a few deaths, the Ministry of Justice won't ask, but will instead find ways to cover up and clean up for me. However, I never rely on my backer to act recklessly; if my superior gives me face, I will naturally give my superior face. Face is given mutually. Precisely because I understand the rules and know how to follow them, those above are increasingly tolerant of me.

Look, I've closed the Jia-block prison for so many days; the Ministry of Justice must have received the news long ago. Why haven't they seen anyone, and why hasn't anyone come to lecture me? Lord Lei, you say why?"

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei didn't make a sound, but his face became increasingly ugly, and his eyes were a bit dazed and suspicious.

Chen Guanlou continued: "Because those above know I have a sense of proportion and won't take things to the extreme. So those above are all watching the changes. But you, Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei, couldn't hold your temper and jumped out; do you guess those above are treating you as a joke?"

"You..." Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei felt a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest, but he couldn't spit it out. "You are truly too arrogant!"

"I am only arrogantly proportionate within my own territory; why don't you turn a blind eye and pretend you don't know, and we'll still be superior and subordinate, getting along harmoniously. You insist on tearing the window paper; won't you be very awkward in the future?" Chen Guanlou sighed repeatedly, seemingly very regretful that the relationship between the two sides had become so awkward.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei felt his chest pain increasing, as if it were life-threatening. He stared at Chen Guanlou with red eyes. "You are surnamed Chen; this is your greatest reliance. Without this reliance, you are nothing."

"These words make sense. Up and down the Heavenly Prison, and among the high officials and nobles in the officialdom, everyone is nothing without their backers. My lord, without your backer, you are just a low-class street ruffian, not even qualified to carry my shoes. I don't even need to speak; with one look, someone will naturally clean you up for me."

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei clutched his chest; how long had it been since he had tasted such vicious humiliation?

The attitude was always polite, the tone was also flat, but the words that came out were every word carrying sharp edge, every word stabbing the heart, wanting one's life.

"You scholars are truly extraordinary. I often heard people say that the pen in a scholar's hand is a knife that can take a life. Today I know that not only can the pen in the hand take a life, but the mouth can also take a life. Chen Guanlou, this official has no grudge against you; this official is just fulfilling his duty as a prison warden, so why are you blocking me?"

Chen Guanlou put down his teacup and sighed. "I really don't want to make the situation so awkward; it doesn't conform to my interests. I have always advocated for harmony and wealth, with give and take. It's just that this time, our concepts conflict, and there must be one injury. I don't want to be injured, so I can only wrong you, my lord, and hope you will forgive me."

Listen, listen to what he said, speaking the most polite words, but like a knife, killing without blinking an eye.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei was incomparably angry, but his mouth wasn't as sharp as the other party's, who let him not have studied books. Actually, he could scold people, but the set of scolding people he used was all vulgar and low-class street language, except for disgusting people's ears and making himself look vulgar and uneducated, the lethality compared to Chen Guanlou was clearly a small witch compared to a big witch.

What is meant by "punishing the heart"?

Chen Guanlou is punishing the heart.

He could at most hurt people's skin and flesh.

At this moment, he incomparably regretted why he hadn't read more books in his spare time.

If it were a different occasion, if this weren't in the duty room, perhaps he could have shamelessly used the most low-class and vulgar language to curse Chen Guanlou.

But there were no ifs.

Being in the Heavenly Prison and in the officialdom, he had to care about dignity. He couldn't let that bunch of prison guards watch the joke. He couldn't speak the same vulgar language as the prison guards; he was an official, not a low-class prison guard. First, he had to distinguish himself from the low-class prison guards in posture and language.

He pinched the corner of the table. "This official cannot control you, is that it?"

This was his dying struggle as a prison warden, never admitting defeat. ===== CHAPTER 390 =====