doting queen

When the young master came to work the next day, he found that something was wrong inside. The door lock had been pried open, and the things inside had been turned around in a mess.

"Is this a thief?" He said in a daze.

Zhuang Yan twisted his head, looked around, and said: "Don't worry, just check if there are any valuables lost, and we will report to the government later."

"Okay." Now that the government doesn't do anything, and no one will take care of the report, the young master still checked it, carefully not to miss a single corner.After a while, the young master said: "The printed movable type we made ourselves, the good manuscripts sold in the store, and the money in the cabinet are all gone."

Nodding solemnly, there is not much money in the drawer. When they left yesterday, they took all the large sums of money away. There are scattered ones in the drawer, almost one or two taels of silver. It seems that there is more than one person. "Check, Is there anything left by the thieves, if not, don't mess up here, I will report to the police."

"Okay." The young master didn't try to restore it when he saw it, he wrote down all the lost things, and after a while, Zhuang Yan brought the officials over.

The one who came was a thin and frail head catcher, who was doing nothing, holding a whistle stick in his hand. He walked around and began to twirl his fingers, as if he didn't really want to help.

The young master squinted his eyes, took out a small piece of silver from his sleeve pocket, and said, "Master, my shop suffered serious losses, can you find out who it is?"

The catcher quickly weighed the weight in his hand, and said: "This matter is more difficult to handle. Now that all the monsters and monsters have come out, I think it was done by a Jiangyang thief." Jiangyang thief?Isn't this talking nonsense?

The young master felt sorry for the money he earned, and said, "Master, don't you ask me who I have a holiday with, and don't you investigate the scene?"

The policeman squinted at him, and said, "Am I the policeman or are you the policeman? I've been on the scene so many times, can't I see this? If I say it's Jiangyang Bandit, it's Jiangyang Bandit. Nothing to check."

After finishing speaking, he walked out with the stick in his hand, looked up and saw Zhuang Yan, who had a dark and sullen face, and was also big, which scared him so much that he didn't dare to speak.

Zhuang Yan didn't say anything, and went over to pat the young master's head.

The young master bulged his eyes and pouted his mouth, "Brother, how can this kind of person be a fast arrester? I'm really upset. You can tell at a glance that it's the boss who did it." Come and check." Zhuang Yan said, holding his hand and sitting on the bench, "Want to eat bean curd?"

The young master was full of anger, he really had no appetite, he shook his head, "No, my heart hurts right now, the manuscript is gone, I'm so angry."

Zhuang Yan still went out to buy bean curd.

Qi Yufei followed him around, and he felt his heart ache. He squatted next to the young master and said, "Tong Yunuo, I'll help you. I'll go back to my aunt's house later." His aunt is Wu Baoer's house. The young master pouted, "No need, I have already asked Gu Fengyue to inform Brother Bao'er, he should come home later."

"What?" Qi Yufei immediately stood up, if his cousin went home first, then what's the matter with him, how can he compare with Zhuang Yan?

He said: "Tong Yunuo, just wait, I'll go back now!"

As he said that, he called an author in the store to help him drive. He planned to go to the north of the city to find his aunt, but Wu Baoer couldn't be the first.

A lot of people left at once, and an author hurried back and said, "Master Tong, I found out that it was the library owner who did it. He has been selling manuscripts in our store early in the morning, and the price is lower than our usual price." Double."

The young master frowned, he had already guessed in his heart that no one would come to his shop to steal manuscripts, unless the manuscripts were of great use, such as selling them.

He said: "You take a few people there first, roughly remember how many copies he has printed, how many copies he has, and how much money he has earned. Don't let him find out."

The young master had a plan in his mind. The contract had already been signed. Unless he exclusively authorized these books, it would be illegal to sell these books privately.

Half an hour later, Zhuang Yan came back, holding tofu curds and a bag of steamed buns in his hand, and he handed them to the young master, "Eat breakfast first, and we will come later." As he said this, a few words came from the door "Tsk tsk, Tong Yunuo, what's going on with your shop? Why are there only a few customers today?"

The young master said without hesitation, "Some shameless person came to our store to steal things and stole our manuscripts, so there are fewer people."

"It's so miserable, so have you reported to the official?" The boss said, "If you report to the official, no one will care. I didn't say that you should close the door early. Or, you can cooperate with me. Give me the resources in your hand. How about I give you a job?"

Although the young master's shop was ransacked, there were still some customers in the shop. He shook his head, "No need, someone will come to clean you up soon."

At this time, Zhuang Yan kneaded his fingers, went up and punched him in the face, making the boss staggered.

The boss hurriedly asked behind him to go up with the thugs. The thugs looked fierce, but how could they compare with Zhuang Yan?He punched the thugs one by one, and said: "I heard that you came here to make trouble yesterday. I was not there at that time, and I asked you to bully my family Nuuo Nuo. Now I will get it back in full."

Then, he shot quickly, and with a few punches, he knocked the boss to the ground, helpless. The boss didn't even return his hand, screaming in pain, and finally rolled and crawled out of the young master's shop.

Before the boss left, he uttered wild words, "If you are capable, guard this store. If it burns to nothing, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

The young master snorted, "Come here if you have the ability!"

When the boss left, the young master squeezed his fist hard, a little anxious, "What should I do, brother, I don't care about the government, so we can't tell him to burn our shop down?"

Zhuang Yan put the food in his hand, "Just now I said that someone will come, not him, don't worry, he will definitely not let him bully us like this."

"Okay." The young master picked up the bean curd, took a bite for himself, and then fed Zhuang Yan a mouthful. The two of them sat together and finished their breakfast together.

By the afternoon.

Sure enough, someone came to their store.

It's the old man in the government, he looks fat and fat, he walks erratically, his greasy is shocking, the sweat on his head is dripping down layer by layer.The young master was a little confused, but he quickly realized that he took the bench from the store and said, "Master, sit down, sit down quickly."

The official supported his waist with one hand, he panted heavily, as if he was exhausted, and said: "Did a theft happen here?"

The young master thought in his heart that he came to investigate this matter, nodded quickly, and said: "I opened the door this morning, and the things in the shop were lost."

"What are you missing? Bring it here and let me have a look." The old man's voice was lowered, not as fierce as the policeman in the morning.

The young master handed him the list he wrote earlier, "I lost some money, the most important thing is the guys who eat, the printed version and the manuscripts in my store are gone."

The elder looked at the list in his hand carefully, and said, "You... how does this store operate? Why haven't I heard of it?"

He was the first time someone made money like this.

The young master said: "Before we opened the store, we reported it to the government, and we paid taxes every month." Then, he wanted to tell the old man the main business model of the store, "We usually give gifts to the ladies and young masters in Fucheng. manuscript."

Hearing this, the old man panicked. In fact, he originally planned to turn a blind eye to this matter, because he took money from the library owner, but he didn't expect that when he returned home today, there would be a Take the sharp dart.

He took down the dart and found that it was left by a killer who had retired for many years in Jianghu.

After thinking about it, the killer must be blaming him for not handling this matter properly.

The elder was terrified, and in the afternoon, the Wu family also sent a letter saying that the young master's library was opened by his son, and he hoped to take care of it.

Just as he was going out, someone from above came and said that he was asked to solve the case properly.Otherwise, this black hat can't be kept.Immediately frightened him enough.

The background of this Tong's library is a bit too strong, how dare the old man be negligent, he ran towards them before he had time to eat.

Fortunately, he came just in time.

The old man wiped his sweat, "In this case, please tell me if anyone has come to trouble you recently, or someone suspicious."

Before the young master could say anything, the author in the store helped to speak, "Yes, it's the library on the west side. They came to our store just now to show off their power and talk about it. If you go and see it now, you can still see him selling us in the store. manuscript."

The old man is a sensible person, and there is nothing missing in the process that should go.

He stood up on his legs and said, "That's fine, I'll go with you to have a look right now. If the stolen goods are stolen, I'll ask him to pay you compensation, okay?" The last sentence was in a questioning tone, and the people in the store Everyone was surprised, including the young master. He looked at Zhuang Yan and whispered, "Brother, did you do it?"

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, just raised his jaw.

The elder who was walking in front of them turned his head and said, "Who usually comes to your store, is there any big family from our prefecture?"

This time is a test of bragging skills, the young master said: "The main sales targets of our store are big households, and we often send manuscripts to their homes. Young masters and young ladies like to read these story books and picture books."

"Oh, that's it." The old man wiped his sweat, feeling extremely panicked. It's not that there are people from above, but their people are everywhere. Fortunately, he didn't come early, otherwise he wouldn't know how he died.

He quickly added, "Let's go, arrest people quickly, don't let them bully you. If you have any good scripts in the future, you can also give them to me."

----------------------- The author has something to say -----------------------

Swell the boss's face!