Chapter 183: Raiding Bai Shan Ren’s House!
Even though it was already late at night, these people were yawning with dark circles under their eyes, yet unwilling to even shift their eyeballs away.
Good grief, why is the Water Station fighting among itself!
Is this to ransack the Guanghui Money House?
Among them, there were also those with inside information, or rather, Zhao Guangxi had long ago leaked the news that Zhao Guanghui had dug up graves and stolen corpses to refine evil arts.
So many Martial World folks and onlooker commoners were delighted to see the Guanghui Money House suffer, and some even wanted to kick a man while he was down, going to poke at Zhao Guanghui’s tiger backside too.
And inside the Money House, a fat-headed, big-eared man with a face full of oily sheen, dressed in silk brocade clothes, with both hands outstretched gleaming with big gold bracelets and jade thumb rings, was standing at the Money House’s main gate, furiously pointing at Scarred Liu and the others while roaring,
“What audacity! You dogs, do you know who Grandpa I am? Dare to block my Money House? Get lost!”
This man was called Su Kehachi, the financier of the Guanghui Money House.
His ancestors were pure-blooded Bai Shan Ren, said to be descendants of some iron-hat prince who entered the pass with His Majesty the Emperor, eating from the same pot and grabbing the same ladle.
But Bai Shan Ren were ruthless to Shun People, even more ruthless to their own, with many Bai Shan Ren factions nearly wiped out clan and all.
Su Kehachi’s ancestors backed the wrong side, nearly exterminated nine kin, but luckily His Majesty the Emperor remembered past ties and merely confiscated their home and exiled them from the Capital City, so they ended up settling in Wuqing County.
Even so, a skinny dead camel is bigger than a horse.
Just on Su Kehachi’s name alone, plenty of people scrambled to send silver to his family, red-faced and eager to be his dogs.
So this generation’s Su Kehachi was also a Imperial Clan Descendant few in Wuqing County dared provoke, with ingots flying everywhere from eating and spooning, never short on food, drink, or play.
He was even coaxed happy by Zhao Guanghui’s Ding Jia Warriors, who summoned spirits for him night after night to extend life and increase longevity.
Thus it was only natural that Su Kehachi bought into Zhao Guanghui’s shares and funded the building of this Guanghui Money House.
Scarred Liu took Su Kehachi’s barrage of curses without flushing or panting, utterly unangered, instead cupping his hands with a smile,
“This lord, don’t ruin your health with anger. Please wait properly inside the compound. If it’s truly a misunderstanding, I’ll personally come to your door to apologize!”
Before receiving definite news, Scarred Liu was unwilling to completely tear face with this Imperial Clan Descendant before him.
After all, no matter how fallen the other was, that layer of Bai Shan Ren skin on him was the real deal.
And Jiu Chan Hui, insulted so by Su Kehachi, let his chanting grow softer, lifted his head, and gave Su Kehachi an unkind glance.
“Such filthy mouth, truly fouling this seat’s ears and eyes. Really want to… smash him dead.”
Jiu Chan Hui couldn’t help but feel killing intent surging in his heart again.
Moreover, Su Kehachi’s fat-headed, big-eared appearance as he loudly spat curses involuntarily reminded Jiu Chan Hui of that iron-rod lama Ge Gui at Mount Sumeru Longevity Temple.
It was Jiu Chan Hui who couldn’t suppress his heart’s killing intent and angrily killed a senior brother who snuck onto his bed, so he was expelled from Mount Sumeru Longevity Temple by Ge Gui, who was in charge of maintaining monastic discipline and supervising the monks’ conduct.
“If one seeks to know all Buddhas of the three lifetimes, one should contemplate the nature of the Dharma realm; all is created by the mind alone. Don’t get angry, don’t get angry…”
Jiu Chan Hui immediately silently recited the World Honored One in his heart to quell his killing intent.
And Su Kehachi stood at the door again, cursing like a shrew in the street.
“Hmph! What are you? If apologies are to be made, it’s your landlord, that Zhao Guangxi scum, who should come bare-shouldered to atone!”
Until his mouth was parched, Su Kehachi unwillingly retreated back into the compound.
Immediately, several young maidservants swarmed up, serving him with tea and water, shoulder rubs and leg massages.
“Master, don’t stoop to the level of those mud-legged folk. This servant would ache for you.”
“Yes, Master, come, let this servant rub it for you. Don’t grab, this leg of Master’s is mine!”
“Master, take one more bite of my grapes, just one more bite…”
Su Kehachi was swept by a wave of fragrant breeze, his eyes filled with fair, tender flesh, instantly forgetting everything.
After all, a bunch of mud-legged folk—could they really turn the world upside down?
Dare to lay hands on Grandpa I, a Bai Shan Ren, you stinking out-of-towners begging at the foot of our imperial city wall?!
Even if Zhao Guanghui fell, he Su Kehachi could still live delightfully—just switch to investing in someone else!
Su Kehachi was surrounded by women in the compound.
And outside the compound, before long, a fast horse galloped up urgently.
“Zhao Guanghui really was a crooked demon, already put to law?!”
Hearing this news, Scarred Liu’s face lit up with great joy.
Jiu Chan Hui also breathed a sigh of relief.
Having just switched patrons, Jiu Chan Hui didn’t want his new landlord to meet some mishap and inexplicably drop dead.
Then came a “boom” of a massive crash, and the vermilion-lacquered gate of the Guanghui Money House was roughly smashed open.
Jiu Chan Hui and Scarred Liu entered the Money House one after the other, the rest of the Water Carriers following in a black mass, each with bow and blade in hand.
Scarred Liu glanced at Jiu Chan Hui, saw Jiu Chan Hui silently nod, then stepped forward and loudly declared,
“Zhao Guanghui shames his role as Water Station Landlord, neither serving country nor people, instead digging graves, committing demonic acts. We of the Water Station have the right to inspection; none may obstruct!”
At once, the group of Water Carriers silently surged like locusts through the courtyards, bursting into pawnshops, banks, money shops, and gold shops.
At first, some thugs and guards kept by the Money House didn’t understand reason and resisted with weapons, but after Jiu Chan Hui unleashed thunderbolt methods, these folk instantly saw reason and quieted down.
Don’t make a peep, or you’ll get beaten again.
Thus, chests and crates were all hauled out and dumped on the ground; silks flowed out like water, gold and silver and jade clinked, instantly piling into a glaring little mountain in the courtyard.
And Su Kehachi, immersed in his pile of beauties, heard the commotion outside, jumped up in a panic, not even bothering to dress, clutching half his bare white butt.
Reaching the courtyard, he took a close look and flew into a rage.
“Stop!”
“I lay it down today: whoever dares touch is making an enemy of me Su Kehachi, of us Bai Shan Ren!”
“Is that so?”
It was just that Scarred Liu hesitated a bit, the crowd of Water Carriers in a bind and subconsciously slowing, when
a calm voice came through.
Chen Shun’an had hands clasped behind his back, expression stern and cold, gaze like frost, stepping over the threshold into the Money House.
“Eh, isn’t he Chen Shun’an, the one who borrowed nearly ten thousand taels of silver from us?”
An old clerk squatting in the corner with hands hugging his head immediately recognized Chen Shun’an.
Chen Shun’an was expressionless, glancing sideways at him.
Like a knife, like a sword.
The old clerk immediately ducked his head, squatting obediently.
Right, the debtor is the boss.
You call the shots.
Seeing Chen Shun’an, Scarred Liu was like spotting a savior, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to stand behind him.
Su Kehachi sneered,
“You’re their boss? What’s your name, let Grandpa hear it.”
Chen Shun’an looked at Su Kehachi with a half-smile, eyes full of sarcasm, faintly saying,
“By Sacred Dynasty law: gathering crowds to open coffins, demanding wealth for ransom, opening coffins and viewing corpses multiple times or more—strangulation pending; excavating graves of successive emperors, worthies, famous ministers, officials—beheading on the spot; relatives who commit, conceal, or harbor treated as accomplices.”
“Su Kehachi, do you know your crime?!”
“Crime my ass!!”
Su Kehachi couldn’t understand these Sacred Dynasty laws at all; he only knew this Shun Person actually dared to convict him, a Bai Shan Ren!
Simply intolerable, is the sky flipping?!
“Got it written down?”
Chen Shun’an nodded in satisfaction, looking toward Du Xiaohua at his side.
Du Xiaohua held a little notebook, writing swiftly with steady wrist, bolding in particular Su Kehachi’s words flouting kingly law and openly cursing Sacred Dynasty statutes.
Disaster comes from the mouth.
Especially so in the Sacred Dynasty, masters of literary inquisition.
Especially when the one cursing sacred law was a fallen Imperial Clan Descendant.
A sidelined branch of the Bai Shan Ren.
That was even worse.
Could it be dissatisfaction with some past wrongful, erroneous, or old cases of internal Bai Shan Ren attacks?
Round it off, isn’t that dissatisfaction with His Majesty the Emperor?!
Seeing this, even the slow-witted Su Kehachi immediately sensed.
At once drenched in sweat.
It was also then that someone hurried in from outside the Money House, whispering something in Su Kehachi’s ear.
“Lord, Zhao Guanghui is dead… Commander Liu is involved… the Zhao family has been ransacked!”
Hearing this, Su Kehachi’s eyes first showed disbelief, then panic, hesitation, and a bit of fury at humiliation.
Damn Zhao Guanghui actually did those deeds…
Why not inform us ahead, so we could prepare and manage relations!
Forget it.
Zhao Guanghui’s great momentum gone, man gone tea cold—this foundation couldn’t be held.
Su Kehachi shook his head, grudgingly stepping back, signaling the crowd to search the elegant rooms behind him.
Then, he looked at Chen Shun’an with eyes tinged with trepidation.
You’ve ransacked the Guanghui Money House, but don’t ransack my home too…
Who knew Chen Shun’an seemed to read Su Kehachi’s mind, and seeing the Guanghui Money House nearly sealed, spoke up,
“Continue, next: Su Kehachi’s residence.”
Hearing this, Su Kehachi’s heart thudded.
You Chen Shun’an want to wipe us out completely!
Who gave you the guts?
“Chen Shun’an, you dare ransack my home?!”
“Su Kehachi, you’ve misunderstood. It’s not I, Chen Mou, who wants to ransack your home, but the will of the people, the demand of the commons. If we don’t seal your home, who knows if it hides secret passages with blood pools and corpse mountains?! Your family assets, I take not a wen—just seal and hand to the government offices!”
“What blood pool, you blood-mouthed liar!”
“Men, hold him up and hand him to the government offices too… this is Zhao Lu Lu Tou’s order!”
At this moment, with Zhao Guangxi as backer and holding the moral high ground.
Plus Wuguan Camp’s Liu Qingyi and Wuqing County Yamen’s Qiu Chen, multiple forces conspiring on this.
Chen Shun’an borrowed the tiger’s might, acting utterly lawless.
One thing Chen Shun’an didn’t say was:
Ransacking others’ homes held little interest for Chen Shun’an!
But ransacking you Bai Shan Ren homes, Chen Shun’an was very interested!
Just,
The Guanghui Money House assets, the Water Station could receive.
But Su Kehachi’s family property could only go to the court.
Chen Shun’an danced long sleeves deftly, committing not the slightest principled error.
