Chapter 390: Alone in dignity

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei's thinking was that no matter what, he had to paste over his face, even if he had lost his inner lining.

As long as Chen Guanlou was willing to leave him some face, even if it was fake, allowing him to maintain dignity in front of other prison guards, this matter would be revealed, and he would pretend he hadn't come to the Heavenly Prison today.

"My lord is joking. You are an official, and I am a clerk; you certainly can control me. The Heavenly Prison cannot do without you, my lord!"

Chen Guanlou could also act, although his acting skills couldn't compare to those old drama bones.

Face, well, he had said before that face was given mutually.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei's weakness, love of face, and dying struggle were all seen in his eyes.

And he couldn't kill the other party, so what could he do? Then continue to fool around. Maintain the status quo until Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei is transferred away from the Heavenly Prison; this is the optimal plan.

Therefore, he cooperated a bit, giving enough face that Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei wanted.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei's face softened, and his mood also relaxed a bit.

He looked at the other party twice, sighing, hey, scholars also have advantages; they won't be as stubborn as that bunch of rough prison guards, knowing how to be flexible and knowing the principle that if you are good, I am good, and everyone is good.

"As long as you recognize me as this lord, you can be in charge of the Jia-block prison; this official won't ask. Remember, don't cause any deaths."

"The small one will keep my lord's teachings in mind and guarantee no deaths will be caused."

Look, how good this is; superior and subordinate each perform their own duties, getting along harmoniously, why bother making each other red-faced and being watched as a joke.

As for whether there is resentment in the heart, is it important? It's not important at all. It doesn't affect the two people acting against each other, even though there is no audience.

Atmosphere and face are all done for the other party to see, and also done for oneself to see.

Adults must know how to trade off.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei hated everything in the Heavenly Prison, hated the person in front of him, and didn't want to continue performing, finding an excuse to leave in a hurry. In the future, whenever there was something, he would try to let the private secretary come forward, and he would hide behind and collect money. It was easy and he didn't have to take responsibility. Even if he had to take responsibility, he wouldn't take the main responsibility.

Jiang Jiang Yucheng Lei's departure meant that in this dispute, the winning side was Chen Guanlou.

Prison guards would all look at faces; although they didn't say anything on their mouths, they knew clearly in their hearts that the Heavenly Prison had changed. In the future, this Heavenly Prison would be decided by Chen Guanlou. The interest group headed by Chen Guanlou made its first appearance, and it was extremely beautiful.

Prison Clerk Zhang of the Yi-block and Xu Fugui of the Bing-block sent their sincerity one after another.

The logistics group watched coldly from the sidelines; as long as Chen Guanlou didn't interfere with their interests, they would pretend nothing had happened. However, Chen Guanlou's meals, even if he didn't spend a cent, were clearly of a higher grade, and one could tell at a glance that it was a small pot dish.

Chen Guanlou silently accepted the meaning of mutual friendship released by the logistics group and accepted their kindness.

Was Xu Fugui willing?

Of course he wasn't willing.

But he had no way; he didn't know how to be born like Chen Guanlou, didn't have a strong family as a backer, but didn't want to accept his fate.

He couldn't bear the loneliness, finding Prison Clerk Zhang to chat idly. "In the future, will the prison wardens of the Heavenly Prison all be puppets?"

"Do you care?" Prison Clerk Zhang asked back unpleasantly.

"Don't you care? Would you rather listen to the orders of a prison clerk than the orders of a prison warden? Are you that cheap?"

"Prison Clerk Xu, speak politely; who is cheap?" Prison Clerk Zhang took a sip of water. "Who can say clearly about future things? The position of prison warden in the Heavenly Prison is a sweet pastry; maybe one day Prison Clerk Chen will kick an iron plate and recognize his fate."

"Will he recognize his fate?" Xu Fugui gave a sneer. "He climbed up step by step from my hands, and I have never seen him recognize his fate. Who let him be surnamed Chen? That is the Chen of the Marquis Pingjiang's mansion. Everyone outside says that the current Marquis Pingjiang's mansion is the leader of the meritorious nobles, and everyone has to sell some face. This is still when Marquis Pingjiang himself is not in the capital. If Marquis Pingjiang were in the capital, with one call, all the meritorious nobles would have to listen to his orders. If the meritorious nobles unite, even the Emperor would be a bit afraid, and that bunch of mad dog-like civil officials are no match."

"You know quite a lot."

"It's not much." Xu Fugui bit a toothpick. "Don't you have any thoughts?"

Prison Clerk Zhang lowered his eyes, covering up the emotions in his eyes, and said: "I'll just manage my one-third of an acre of land, and I won't pay attention to anything else."

"You are quite open-minded. However, Chen Guanlou doesn't seem to have much ambition. He only wants the Jia-block prison, which is very good. I'm really afraid that if he becomes prison warden, he will clean us up."

"He won't become prison warden."

"How do you know?"

"If he wanted to get promoted, he would have left the Heavenly Prison eight hundred years ago. With his talent, no matter which yamen he went to, he couldn't be buried. As far as I know, several imprisoned officials have tried to recruit him, but they were all rejected."

"Why? There are still people who don't want to get promoted these days. What's good about the Heavenly Prison, it's dirty and smelly."

"Maybe there's a lot of money." Prison Clerk Zhang picked up the teacup and said unhurriedly.

Xu Fugui:...

It seems to make some sense.

The Jia-block prison is recognized as the wealthiest cell, with money flowing like water every month, clanging loudly.

"But one can also embezzle when one becomes an official!"

"Embezzling as an official will sooner or later be held accountable and thrown into the Heavenly Prison. Embezzling in the Heavenly Prison is justified, and no one investigates. Even if the accounts are checked to the Emperor, they won't check the embezzlement of the Heavenly Prison's prison clerks." After Prison Clerk Zhang finished speaking, he laughed to himself. "In this way, this place, the Heavenly Prison, is truly a treasure land."

"Being an official is noble and dignified."

"Do you think Prison Clerk Chen is not dignified? He is the most dignified person in the Heavenly Prison." Prison Clerk Zhang said with a smile, "There is no prison guard who washes and changes clothes every day, but Prison Clerk Chen does. There is no prison guard who holds books and reads, but Prison Clerk Chen does, and no one thinks he is acting. Just ask you, is he dignified?"

Xu Fugui was speechless, his face incomparably ugly.

Is he dignified?

It must be admitted that Chen Guanlou has achieved being in a filthy place but being able to be alone in dignity.

"As for nobility, he is surnamed Chen and often enters and leaves the Hou Fu; isn't that enough?"

"Enough, enough." Xu Fugui echoed very irritably, complaining once again that he didn't know how to be born and didn't be born into a good family.

Prison Clerk Zhang said again: "You should be glad that Prison Clerk Chen has a broad mind and a big pattern, and doesn't have the same knowledge as us."

Xu Fugui immediately rolled his eyes. "When he was working under my hands, I didn't make things difficult for him, and I took care of him everywhere. I don't have a guilty conscience."

"It's best not to have a guilty conscience." Prison Clerk Zhang smiled and didn't speak again.

Xu Fugui wanted to find an ally, but instead, he was persuaded and educated, and one could imagine how depressed his mood was.

Seeing Lu Datou, he subconsciously wanted to throw a face and lecture a few words, but he was dazed for a moment, came back to his senses, kept a straight face, and left without saying a word.

Thinking in his heart, for the sake of Chen Guanlou, he wouldn't have the same knowledge as this shit-stirring stick Lu Datou.

Lu Datou looked strangely at Xu Fugui's back, complained, "Trouble!" and then continued to blow his cowhide excitedly to other prison guards. "My Brother Chen is still the best..." ===== CHAPTER 391 =====