At this time, the men escorted the prisoners together.
Xu Xianchun ordered his men to take out Fan Yongdou, who had been wrapped up.
He pointed at the huanghuali tables and chairs and said, "Fan Yongdou, where do you get these huanghuali tables and chairs?"
Fan Yongdou smiled and said: "This is a small one shipped from Guangdong.
I don't know why you ask such a question."
Xu Xianchun smiled, turned his chair over, pointed to the words on the inside and asked, "What does the word "Liaodong Capital Commander" above mean?
Fan Yongdou continued to smile and said: "This chair was originally ordered by the Commander-in-Chief of Liaodong City, and just after it was finished, Liaochen was lost, so I bought it at a low price and put it for sale in the store.
I don't know what this means.
Is it against the law?”
Xu Xianchun's smile condensed at the corner of his mouth, and he said angrily: "Fuck me, give me a spanking, it depends on whether your mouth is stronger or my whip is stronger."
Fan Yongdou smiled and said: "Under the three trees, there is nothing you can't ask for.
But if some ministers don't believe the conclusion drawn by the Jin Yiwei torture, it will not be very beneficial to Qian's affairs."
Xu Xianchun couldn't help but hesitate after hearing his faint threat and thinking about the factory owner's warning.
If he was really wronged, it would not end well.
At this time, Wu Mengming stepped forward and said: "Fan Yongdou, no matter how eloquent you are, you can't beat the Jin Yiwei."
Fan Yongdou smiled and said: "Young man is a law-abiding and good citizen.
I never thought about fighting with the Jinyi Guards.
I have said before that the Jinyi Guards are used to committing crimes.
Of course it will be whatever you say."
Wu Mengming also smiled: "You just said that the tables and chairs were made this year, but Liaoshen fell just after they were made.
This is true."
Xu Xianchun was anxious and winked at Wu Mengming quickly from the side, but Wu Mengming ignored him and looked at Fan Yongdou motionless.
Fan Yongdou said: "That's exactly the case.
Please investigate."
Wu Mengming then asked: "Then the huanghuali in your home are also the tables and chairs ordered by Shen Liao?"
Fan Yongdou replied: "No, the one in Xiaoren's house was purchased by my father fourteen years ago."
Wu Mengming smiled even more happily.
He took out his knife and split the chair with one knife.
Then he took the original chair of the Fan family and split it with another knife.
He placed the two rotten chairs in front of Fan Yongdou and said: "Fan Yongdou , if you take a closer look, there is a difference between the two.”
Xu Xianchun still didn't understand, but Fan Yongdou's expression changed slightly: "Sir, there is no difference between the two.
What do you want to say?"
Wu Mengming laughed and said: "The colors inside the two-year-old chair and the fourteen-year-old chair are actually the same.
Who are you kidding?"
Fan Yongdou was still arrogant: "Aren't huanghuali all the same color?
Is there any difference?"
Wu Mengming said: "I will convince you."
He raised a chair and said: "This is the chair I just brought from Mr.
Li's wife's house.
It was not bought from your store, but a new chair imported from Guangdong.
Just take a look at the color inside it."
After saying that, he split the chair open with a knife and put it together.
Xu Xianchun stepped forward and looked at it carefully for a while, and shouted happily: "The new chair is obviously different.
At first glance, it looks similar.
But when you look closer, you can see the difference.
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Now Your lie has been exposed."
Fan Yongdou said: "Maybe the seller used old huanghuali to make it, so the color will be the same as the old one."
Even Mangui sensed something was wrong and said, "I've heard that the demand for this thing exceeds supply.
Who would make tables and chairs after more than ten years?"
Wu Mengming chuckled and asked: "Fan Yongdou, do you want to speak first, or do you want to fight until you can't stand it anymore?"
Fan Yongdou was adamant and said: "It's just a death anyway, what's the difference between telling it or not telling it?"
Xu Xianchun said: "The difference is huge.
Your son is only eight years old.
Do you want him to be beheaded together or do you want him to live in peace?
It all depends on your thoughts.
The Holy Spirit has said that you should be lenient if you confess.
If you resist being strict, think about it yourself.”
Fan Yongdou's eyes lit up, and he thought for a long time and said: "If the adults can give the children a way to survive, then the children will save the adults a lot of effort, but how are the adults going to make the children believe it?"
Xu Xianchun said: "I swear here, if Fan Yongdou can honestly confess and report the criminal facts of others, I guarantee that Fan Yongdou's son can live like an ordinary person and will never be involved in this case.
If I violate this oath, I will Xu Xianchun will not die well."
Fan Yongdou immediately said: "Thank you, sir.
I am willing to recruit you."
People at this time did not dare to swear casually, so Xu Xianchun believed it as soon as he swore.
Xu Xianchun said: "Then just say it.
Explain one thing clearly.
Wu Mengming, give me a pen and write it down carefully."
Then he turned to Mangui and said, "A hundred households please."
Man Gui knew that he couldn't listen here, so he took Xu Xianchun's hand and wanted to go out together.
Xu Xianchun shook off his hand and said, "You big old man, why are you holding my hand?"
Mangui waved to him to come out, and he had no choice but to go out and ask: "Say what you have to say quickly, and say what you have to say quickly.
I still have something to do."
Man Gui asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty said he would pardon his son, but can that really count?"
Xu Xianchun said impatiently: "I've sworn the oath, so what's the problem?
I don't want to die a good death."
Man Gui continued to ask: "Although your Excellency has a high and powerful position, this incident of the Fan family is tantamount to rebellion, and it will punish the three clans."
Xu Xianchun smiled: "So that's the thing.
The emperor said that if the Yi people can't do anything, they won't do it, especially the children.
They are innocent.
Even if Fan Yongdou secretly communicates with the slaves, he will not be implicated. of his son."
Man Gui stood there motionless, Xu Xianchun looked at him strangely, and when he saw that he still didn't move, he pushed him again, and Man Gui came back to his senses.
He stared at Xu Xianchun and said, "I don't want the money anymore.
I want the credit."
After that, he took out the money bag and handed it to Xu Xianchun.
"Oh, you finally thought it through.
My hard words are not in vain.
That's right.
Being an official is much better than asking for money.
If you become an official, won't your salary be more?"
Mangui smiled bitterly and said: "It's not because of this."
At this time, Wu Mengming ran out and said: "Sir, there are slaves in Laiyuan Fort, and there are some people in Zhangjiakou Fort doing the same business as Fan Yongdou."
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Xu Xianchun perked up and said to Man Gui: "Tell me later.
Now is the opportunity to perform meritorious service.
Go and order your people.
I'll ask them clearly."
After that, he and Wu Mengming went inside.
It turns out that Fan Yongdou was not alone in his affair with Hou Jin.
There were eight businessmen in Zhangjiakou who all colluded with Hou Jin.
They transported Hou Jin's urgently needed goods, such as ironware, to Liaodong, and then transported the valuables obtained by Hou Jin's robbery back to the country to be sold as stolen goods.
They also covered Hou Jin's spies to enter the pass, and even obtained information themselves and handed it over to Hou Jin.
A few days ago, three Houjin spies followed Fan Yongdou's caravan to Laiyuan Fort, preparing to go from Xuanfu to the capital.
Fan Yongdou is also a very powerful person.
He will tell everything once he has said it.
I hope Jin Yiwei will take notice of it.
In terms of meritorious service, he would give his son a better treatment
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