Chapter 1851 Zhong Ziyu 3

The next day, Zhong Ziyu went to the Maritime Affairs Office early in the morning.

He was nervous, handling official business in his seat in the study, while occasionally looking up and peeking outside.

At 2:00 pm, Yue Dansheng appeared outside.

Zhong Ziyu immediately sat upright and did not dare to peek.

After Yue Dansheng came in, he sat down in his seat without looking away. He browsed through several documents that were delivered this morning. After reading them, he stood up and walked to the door, calling out, "Come here."

The guards not far away came over, and Yue Dansheng said a few words to the guards, as if they were discussing the itinerary, and then left without looking back.

Zhong Ziyu was still sitting in the study, not knowing whether to be happy or disappointed.

Brother Yue did not drive him away, but he did not ask him to follow him like he did yesterday.

Brother Yue seemed to have not seen him, nor did he talk to him, as if he did not exist at all.

Zhong Ziyu was devastated. He was not a professional lawyer to begin with, and now his work efficiency was even slower.

He didn't know what he did all morning.

At noon, a group of guards passed by the door of the study.

They saw Zhong Ziyu was still busy inside, so they called out in a friendly way: "Master Zhong, it's time to eat."

Zhong Ziyu was afraid of being chased away, so he came very early in the morning and didn't have time to eat. Now at noon, he touched his stomach and found that he was really hungry.

When he was young, Zhong Ziyu was in good health. He didn't have any problem eating two meals less and sleeping less.

But he has been in prison for more than ten years, and his daily routine has been adjusted. In addition, he is old and can't afford to consume his physical strength. He is now nervous when he eats less.

Zhong Ziyu followed a few guards to the backyard. The cook had already prepared the big pot of rice and asked everyone to bring their own bowls to line up for the rice.

Zhong Ziyu followed and got a meal. When he looked up, he saw that there was no place for him to sit in the yard because he came too late.

Zhong Ziyu wanted to follow the others and eat by the railing in the veranda, but just as he was about to leave, he heard someone calling him, "Master Zhong, this way."

Zhong Ziyu turned his head and saw Yue Dansheng and a guard leader named Ma eating at a table in the corner. It was Guard Leader Ma who called him.

Zhong Ziyu was a little hesitant when he saw his brother Yue. He had already made a profit that Brother Yue did not expose him. He did not dare to hang around Brother Yue again.

The Guard Leader Ma shouted again, "There is a seat here."

When he shouted, many people around looked over.

Zhong Ziyu did not want to be so high-profile, and finally walked over reluctantly.

When Guard Leader Ma saw him coming, he lowered his head and said to Yue Dansheng next to him, "Sir, he is coming."

Yue Dansheng did not even raise his head, just ate his own food without saying a word.

Guard Leader Ma was not sure what his superior meant. Didn't Lord Yue ask him to ask Master Zhong to come and sit?

The small table was occupied by three people, and Zhong Ziyu sat at the last one, just in time to face his brother Yue.

Zhong Ziyu didn't dare to raise his head, and he ate rice with his eyes downcast.

Yue Dansheng, who was opposite him, had just taken a sip of soup. When he raised his eyes, he saw that Zhong Ziyu almost buried his face in the rice. He frowned and said, "What kind of eating manners are you in?"

Zhong Ziyu paused.

The two guards sitting on the left and right also paused.

Yue Dansheng said again, "Didn't I teach you how to eat?"

Zhong Ziyu: "..." The two guards: "?

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Zhong Ziyu finally raised his head and straightened his back a little.

When he was a child, Yue Dansheng was born in a noble family. When he ran away from home to find his sister, he was still a young master from a wealthy family with good manners and etiquette. At that time, Zhong Ziyu was just a little beggar who ate with his hands and had just killed someone.

After the two called each other brothers, Yue Dansheng spent a long time teaching Zhong Ziyu manners. At that time, Zhong Ziyu also studied very seriously. Perhaps he envied the pampered and natural nobleness of little Yue Dansheng. He would subconsciously imitate the words and deeds of little Yue Dansheng, as if he thought that he had learned it and could be reborn one day.

Zhong Ziyu had no father or mother. He was taught by the old beggar to be a little beggar. Later, Yue Dansheng taught him to read and write and to behave in the world.

The eldest brother is like a father.

Although in the end, he taught a perverted murderer.

Zhong Ziyu finished this meal under the supervision of his brother Yue. When he finished the last grain of rice, he heard the sliding sound of the stool opposite. Yue Dansheng stood up, took the empty bowl, and went into the inner kitchen.

The two guards also followed their boss. Before leaving, they looked at each other. They still remembered what their boss said before, and looked at Zhong Ziyu with a little suspicion.

In the afternoon, Zhong Ziyu was still handling official business in the study as usual. At about 3 p.m., Yue Dansheng came back.

Zhong Ziyu did not evade like he did in the morning this time, but stood up quickly and called him directly: "Sir."

Yue Dansheng said "yes" indifferently, walked to the bookcase and started looking for something.

Zhong Ziyu saw that he was busy, did not dare to disturb him, and sat down again.

Yue Dansheng over there probably couldn't find something, and said "tsk" a little irritably.

Zhong Ziyu sat up straighter immediately.

Yue Dansheng turned around and asked him reluctantly: "Have you seen the merchant tax form for last month?"

Zhong Ziyu was only on his second day at work today, how could he know what this was?

There was a moment of confusion on his face.

Yue Dansheng said with a straight face: "Usually, it is Master Zhang who cleans it up."

Zhong Ziyu hurriedly lowered his head and rummaged through the drawers. He searched his own position and finally found a document with the words "April Hundred Merchants" written on it before Yue Dansheng was about to give up his patience.

He hurriedly presented it respectfully.

Yue Dansheng took it and saw that it was what he was looking for. He folded it casually and was about to leave.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly turned back and said to Zhong Ziyu meaningfully: "You are not suitable to be a legal advisor."

After that, he left.

In the study, Zhong Ziyu lowered his head and thought, as expected.

Brother Yue will eventually drive him away.

Yue Dansheng left this time and did not come back until he left the government office.

At night, Zhong Ziyu returned to his room in a daze. He took out his rattan box from under the bed, opened the cabinet, and put back the clothes that he had just laid out yesterday one by one.

The next day, Zhong Ziyu went to the study at noon. As expected, at this time, his brother Yue was already in it.

He carried a rattan box, walked to Yue Dansheng, and handed over a brown-green bag.

Yue Dansheng frowned at him, then looked at the bag and asked, "What?"

Zhong Ziyu said dejectedly, "I'm leaving today. This is for you."

Yue Dansheng stared at him for a while, picked up the bag, opened it, and found a stack of banknotes inside.

He raised his eyebrows.

Zhong Ziyu was afraid that he would not want it, so he changed his words: "No, it's not for you, it's for Ji Bing. Temporarily, temporarily, I'll leave it here with you..." Ji Bing, the son of Yue Chongming, now lives in Jijiabao, Lingzhou, and lives with the Ji family.

In these years, Yue Dansheng has only seen Ji Bing once, on the day Ji Bing got married.

Sure enough, Zhong Ziyu murmured, "I heard that he got married. At that time, I was in prison and couldn't go..." "He doesn't necessarily want to see you either."

Yue Dansheng sneered.

Zhong Ziyu smiled bitterly and agreed with this statement.

Yue Dansheng said again, "He doesn't want to see me either."

Zhong Ziyu was startled and looked at him.

Yue Dansheng said nothing.

Five years ago, Ji Bing got married, and Yue Dansheng went to watch the ceremony. At that time, Ji Bing only called him "uncle" from beginning to end, and never said a word to him again.

When Ji Bing was a child, he still missed his uncle very much, and even wanted to live with his uncle, but this uncle-nephew relationship was cut off by Yue Dansheng with indifference. After that, when he was older, Ji Bing never mentioned seeing his uncle again.

Just like an adopted child, he eventually chose his adoptive parents.

Yue Dansheng handed the bag back and said, "He won't take your money, don't bother."

Zhong Ziyu stared at the bag and negotiated, "Just, just put it here with you, okay?"

Yue Dansheng was impatient: "Why should I take your money?"

Zhong Ziyu was about to cry: "My money was blown by the wind, I have a lot of money, it burns my hands."

Yue Dansheng: "…………"