Chapter 486

The new Emperor had not been selected, but Jiang Tu, that scum, had already started his prison life and was thrown into the Heavenly Prison.

This was specially ordered by Li Liangcheng.

Jiang Tu must be locked into the rule-abiding Heavenly Prison; he absolutely could not be thrown into the Imperial Prison.

He was worried that if Jiang Tu entered the Imperial Prison, perhaps before the new Emperor ascended the throne, the person would be dead, the house would be raided, and the wealth would all be missing.

The Brocade Uniform Guard could absolutely do this.

In the three hundred years of the nation, the foul reputation of the Brocade Uniform Guard was definitely not smeared by others; ninety-nine percent of it was evil deeds they had done themselves.

The old Emperor passed away, and the throne was vacant.

You thought the Brocade Uniform Guard would be panicked like a headless fly without a master.

Wrong, completely wrong.

During the transition between the old and the new, other departments worked as usual, but the Brocade Uniform Guard could take this opportunity to exploit loopholes, and no one would manage them. Strictly speaking, only the Emperor could command the Brocade Uniform Guard.

The implication was that even if the Secretariat came forward, the Brocade Uniform Guard could choose not to give face. Of course, mixing in the officialdom, everyone wouldn't treat the relationship like enemies. The Brocade Uniform Guard still had to give face to the Secretariat.

However, once the Brocade Uniform Guard found an opportunity to exploit a loophole, that was terrible. By the time someone managed it, the rice would already be cooked, and one could only sigh in helplessness.

To avoid Jiang Tu dying in prison, Li Liangcheng specially greeted them, locking the person into the Heavenly Prison. Let the Heavenly Prison watch him well, and don't use torture. Everything would be discussed after the new Emperor ascended the throne!

The pressure suddenly came to the Heavenly Prison, or more accurately, to Chen Guanlou.

On the day Jiang Tu was locked into the prison, he was escorted by a group of court madmen; his hat was torn off, his hair was scattered, his clothes were torn, and one of the shoes on his feet was missing.

Seeing this, Chen Guanlou didn't dare to hesitate, hurriedly letting the prison guards step forward to receive the prisoner Jiang Tu; before the procedures were even finished, the person had already been locked into the prison.

He was afraid that this group of court madmen would be impulsive and beat the person to death.

Above, they had reminded him repeatedly that he must take good care of Jiang Tu.

Jiang Tu was a treacherous official, this matter was not false. But he was even more the key figure in the explosion case; whether the explosion case could be investigated clearly depended on Jiang Tu. If something happened to the person in the Heavenly Prison, it would be Chen Guanlou's responsibility.

Chen Guanlou:...

Could they not lock such a sensitive and key figure in the Heavenly Prison? The Imperial Prison next door had been empty recently, specially cleared out to lock up prisoners related to the explosion case.

Above, they denied it flatly.

"Minister Li said that the Heavenly Prison guards follow the rules and won't mess around. The Heavenly Prison's reputation has reached Minister Li's ears; Chen Guanlou, you must grasp the opportunity!"

These words were said by Sun Daoning.

Sun Daoning had been jumping around recently, jumping up and down, exceptionally energetic.

Jiang Tu falling into prison, he performed particularly actively. He took time to come out of the palace, ran to the Heavenly Prison to inspect the Grade-A prison, looked at the environment of the Grade-A prison, 'comforted' the prisoners locked inside. Then he grabbed Chen Guanlou and poured a lot of big principles.

Chen Guanlou suddenly asked, "Is the official going to be promoted? Is the Minister of Justice going to be changed?"

"Nonsense! How can such words be said casually? You do your own job well, watch Jiang Tu, and don't let this scum have any problems."

"The official doesn't understand me yet; I even took down the Great Ming Prince and persisted until the sacrificial ceremony. A mere Jiang Tu, absolutely easy to handle."

"You must not be careless. The Great Ming Prince was just a rebel, and those involved were just a group of mud-legged people. Jiang Tu is different; Jiang Tu has been mixing in the officialdom for more than ten years, and he is a favored official by the Emperor's side. How many people and things are involved here, this official doesn't even dare to think deeply. If you say the people who want to kill the Great Ming Prince are ten, then the people who want to kill Jiang Tu are at least one hundred. Little Chen, your pressure is very great."

Chen Guanlou hurriedly climbed up the pole. "My lord, our Heavenly Prison is bitter! Doing the most tiring and bitter work, bearing the misunderstanding and cursing of the whole world, receiving the lowest salary of the imperial court, even dogs don't like it. Please, my lord, show some kindness and exempt the deduction."

"Nonsense!" Sun Daoning's eyes widened, wishing he could eat Chen Guanlou. It was simply absurd, actually daring to mention exempting the deduction; what kind of behavior was that? If the deduction was exempted, what about the tea money, heating money, overtime money, travel money, cooling money... for the big shots? Who to ask for it?

Chen Guanlou immediately retreated. "Then, then, can it be restored to the deduction ratio of four years ago? With the current deduction ratio, we prison guards are truly holding the heart of a Prime Minister, earning the money of selling cabbage. It's too little. My lord, give a little more."

Sun Daoning also complained. "This matter is not up to me alone. You are also a person eating public food; you should be clear that once the ratio goes up, it is very difficult to bring it down. Alas, national affairs are difficult; the Ministry of Revenue has famine every year, and you lot should also understand the difficulty of the Ministry of Justice. There are so many people in the Ministry of Justice, everyone needs to eat, needs to raise a family; how much can each person get if they divide it? Perhaps the money I get is not as much as you kid."

"That can't be! Absolutely impossible!" Chen Guanlou denied it flatly, shouting grievances loudly. "My lord, every account of mine has evidence to check, absolutely no private accounts, bad accounts, or broken accounts, absolutely no embezzlement. The money I earn every month is also clear and understandable. Seeing that I can't even afford to eat, my lord, show some grace and give a way to live. Leaking a little from between the fingers is enough for us prison guards to be happy."

"Alas, it's not easy for everyone."

The dignified Vice Minister of Justice, the ability to pull the topic, was truly unique. Complaining about bitterness, everyone had bitterness. Complaining about poverty, everyone was poor.

Anyway, it was an extreme pull.

No matter how much Chen Guanlou broke his mouth, Sun Daoning's mouth didn't loosen a slit, and instead, he wanted the Heavenly Prison to work hard and give more money to the top, almost wanting to apportion it.

Scaring Chen Guanlou to hurriedly stop this topic.

Damn, this gang of old hands in the officialdom, it is estimated that they learned the experience from the Ministry of Revenue; when they want money, they have endless strange tricks. When they don't want to give money, their expressions and postures are moving.

Chen Guanlou hated to kill this gang of superiors, knowing only to think about money.

He simply asked, "Jiang Tu locked into the Heavenly Prison, may I ask my lord, to what extent can we prison guards do?"

Sun Daoning's brows moved slightly, asking in return, "To what extent do you want to do?"

Chen Guanlou stretched out his hand, rubbing his thumb and index finger, making a gesture of counting money.

Sun Daoning laughed. "Okay! But pay attention to the measure, and pay more attention to the methods; the numbers must be exquisite. And, this official wants to take seventy percent, not into the account."

"My lord wants to take seventy percent, will it..."

Chen Guanlou wanted to curse the other party for being greedy; one person takes seventy percent, why not go and rob.

"Then eighty percent!" Sun Daoning picked up the teacup, with an attitude of being light and airy.

Chen Guanlou:...

He opened his mouth, afraid that if he continued to chat, it would become ninety percent, one hundred percent, and finally work for nothing.

"Okay, seventy percent is seventy percent, not into the account. How to give the money to my lord?"

"This official will naturally send someone to take it. If there are calligraphy, paintings, and antiques of good quality, remember to send them to my mansion."