Zhu Houzhao strolled forward and walked to the side of Zhou Ying, who was crawling forward. He stepped on it with his foot and turned to Yu Huatian, instructing,
"Go! Call the small official from the Ministry of Revenue in!”
Yu Huatian cupped his fists in response to the order. He swept a cold glance at the people around him and quickly ran out.
As for Zhou Ying, who was stepped on the ground and could not move.
At this moment, he was howling in pain because he had been shot.
After struggling for a moment, seeing that he couldn't break free, he tilted his head and looked at Zhang Lun beside him. He shouted sternly,
"Zhang Lun, have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this? Can your Zhang family afford it?”
Zhang Lun saw Zhou Ying glaring at him from the ground and replied bluntly,"
"I can't afford it!"
"Puff!"
Zhou Ying never expected Zhang Lun to say such a thing. After a moment of shock, she continued to shout angrily,
"Since you can't afford it, you still dare to do this? Are you crazy?”
"Shut up!"
Zhu Houzhao was a little impatient. He looked at Zhou Ying, who was still clamoring non-stop, and shouted to interrupt her.
When Zhou Ying heard this voice, she was so frightened that she stopped shouting.
Only his heavy and suppressed breathing could still make people feel his pain.
It was also at this moment that Yu Huatian, who had gone out to pass the message, returned to the Immortals 'Gathering Hall with the officials from the Ministry of Revenue.
Zhu Houzhao looked at the trembling officials and asked coldly,"
"How much tax does he have to pay in total?”
The small official from the Ministry of Revenue was terrified. He was extremely shocked when he heard Zhu Houzhao's question.
Everyone who was frightened by Zhu Houzhao's fierce look opened the record booklet with trembling hands. After checking it, they said timidly,
"The entire shop of Marquis Qingyun's family has a total tax of 65,795 taels of silver and three cents.”
When Zhu Houzhao heard this number, his expression turned even colder.
He waved at one of the thugs outside.
When he approached with a frightened face, Zhu Houzhao said coldly,"
"Go back immediately and tell your lord that I will give him an hour to prepare a million taels and send them here.
Otherwise, the next time I aim, it won't be his legs!
Do you understand?
Get lost!"
The thug heard Zhu Houzhao's angry shout and ran out of the door in fear. He ran into the distance.
Zhu Houzhao saw the thug leave. After he withdrew his gaze, he turned to look at the small official from the Ministry of Revenue.
When the minor official noticed Zhu Houzhao's gaze on him, he was so frightened that he shivered.
Zhu Houzhao frowned when he saw how cowardly the other party was.
Just by relying on these small officials of the Ministry of Revenue.
How can we collect all the commercial taxes in the capital?
There were tens of thousands of shops in the capital, and countless of them were backed by the nobles of the dynasty.
If he really relied on these petty officials to continue collecting taxes, who knew how long it would take to collect the capital's merchant taxes!
……
Marquis Qingyun Manor.
Marquis Qingyun Zhou Shou was currently lying on a rocking chair under a tree, resting with his eyes closed.
The concubine at the side stretched out her slender hand and brought a peeled grape to Zhou Shou's mouth.
Zhou Shou had a satisfied expression as he enjoyed his concubine's service.
Just as he was resting with his eyes closed, his expression was calm.
A servant suddenly ran toward the tree in panic.
Zhou Shou, who was resting with his eyes closed, frowned when he heard the panicked footsteps.
He turned around and looked coldly in the direction of the footsteps.
When the concubine at the side saw Zhou Shou's cold expression, she was instantly shocked. She was so frightened that she even stopped peeling grapes.
When the servant who was running over noticed Zhou Shou's expression, his face was filled with fear and his footsteps became more and more flustered.
When he arrived in front of Zhou Shou, he knelt on the ground with a plop and said in a panic,
"Old Master, something bad happened. Young Master was beaten up!”
When Zhou Shou heard this, his eyes widened.
His body, which was originally lying on the rocking chair, quickly sat up.
He stared at the servant who came to report and shouted,
"What exactly happened? Tell me clearly!”
Hearing Zhou Shou's stern shout, the servant's body trembled more and more clearly. He said in a trembling voice,
"Young Master…Young Master was beaten up by Zhang Lun and his men in Immortals Gathering Hall…His legs were broken!”
Zhou Shou's head buzzed when he heard this, and he instantly felt as if the world was spinning. Sitting in his rocking chair, Zhou Shou took a deep breath before calming down a little.
However, even so, the dizziness did not disappear. After a few breaths, Zhou Shou frowned and questioned the servant sternly,
"Zhang Lun? Which Zhang Lun?"
The servant hurriedly explained,
"He's the eldest grandson of the British Duke, Zhang Mao.”
When Zhou Shou heard this, he frowned and slammed his rocking chair hard. He shouted,
"He dares!
After Zhou Shou finished shouting, his tiger eyes widened and his face was filled with anger!
The servant at the side glanced at Zhou Shou timidly and continued,
"Zhang Lun's subordinate also said that he wants you to bring a million taels of silver to redeem him within an hour. Otherwise…otherwise…"
"Otherwise what?"
"He said that if not, the next time he hits, it won't be Young Master's thigh!”
"Bastard!"
Marquis Qingyun was burning with anger.
He couldn't even remember how many years it had been since someone dared to speak to him so arrogantly.
The last time he was so arrogant, it was the current emperor, the Jianchang Marquis.
But so what?
Didn't he still lead his servants to regain his face?
Even if it was brought to the Sage afterwards.
But in the end, nothing happened.
Could it be that he had been silent for so long that the juniors of the capital had forgotten his past?
Since when?
A junior dared to challenge him like this!
Marquis Qing Yun's expression turned cold.
He stood up and said coldly,
"A mere brat dares to be so arrogant in front of me?
It seems that I should teach these juniors of the capital a lesson!
Men! Gather all his subordinates! Tell them to bring their weapons and accompany me to the Immortals 'Gathering Hall!”
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