Are there many demon kings in Nanjing?

If you ask Zhu Wenkui now, the latter will definitely say this question. If you don’t look at it, you will be shocked when you see it.

A thick stack of files has all happened in the past month and has not been completed.

The so-called failure to be settled is not a headless unsolved case, but a case with clear identity of the parties but has been delayed.

These cases have one thing in common: the identity of the parties between the two parties is greatly different.

The plaintiff is often promoted to the common people, while the defendant is either an official or a wealthy businessman.

"Since every defendant's identity is clear, why haven't he arrested someone and come to the prison room to determine the case?"

Zhu Wenkui looked at the ruling room, an old man with a goatee and a fifty-year-old man.

"this..."

The master rubbed his hands and palms back and forth with some anxiety, and did not dare to deceive Zhu Wenkui. He said truthfully with a bit of bullet.

"According to the practice of torture rooms in the past, the best solution to this kind of thing is one word: drag.

The left and right are just fighting and no major case of harming people's lives. After a few months, the plaintiff's anger will almost disappear, so he will naturally not sue it. Then he will find the defendant to take out the money. Even if the matter is settled, everyone will be happy, hehe, everyone will be happy."

Zhu Wenkui was suddenly angry after saying this.

"Everyone is happy? You mean that you Yingtian Mansion and the defendant are happy, where is the plaintiff?"

"I've taken the money, right? Now, in our Nanjing city, I don't know how many people use this method to improve the family environment."

The master smiled shamelessly: "You think, how much money is the common people only earn in a year? If they get beaten or injured their arms and legs once, they can exchange dozens or hundreds of taels of silver, but they can work for many years. It's only a few months since they are injured. If they get seriously injured, they will not be short of money and will have a case of paying 1,800 taels."

Zhu Wenkui understood it and his skin began to twitch violently.

"So, as long as you have money and can settle the plaintiff's side, you can hit people as much as you want. Since the plaintiff can spend money to settle the matter himself, you still need to do what Yingtian Mansion, what the torture room should do, and what the law should do!

What do you want to eat the food of the state?”

Zhu Wenkui slapped the table in anger, and several Western Factory actors behind him subconsciously pulled out their knives.

The master was so scared that he knelt on the ground with a few servants, and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

"What are you kneeling? Can I still kill you?"

Zhu Wenkui was disgusted: "I don't have the power to do whatever I want. My behavior and behavior must be subject to the law, but I am the chief clerk of the Zhengfang. You are the lord of the Zhengfang. You still have the power to remove you. Get out of here and go home to support you."

The master immediately cried out and kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Getting his position is even more uncomfortable than taking his head.

In Nanjing, the position of the Zhengfang Master is a fat man. He can get benefits when dealing with every case. How much does it take to get a card every month?

Seeing that the old man was still in this ink trace, Zhu Wenkui became even more angry.

"Take him out."

Two large and thick Western factory actors walked out and slapped the old man up like a chicken, throwing the latter out of the house. The old man fell so much that he was so distressed. Before he could scream a few times, a Western factory actor immediately calmed down.

Leaving in shame.

"Your Highness, you have just arrived and you have eliminated the rank of the torture room. This torture room may not be easy to do in the future."

"It's okay, it's useless to have such muddy waste."

Zhu Wenkui waved his hand indifferently: "You come and be the master."

Yu Qian was stunned and pointed at his nose: "I am not familiar with the rules of the Ming Dynasty."

"You can learn if you are not familiar with it. You are so smart, it's not a problem."

After ending this random appointment topic, Zhu Wenkui turned his attention to the large number of files in front of the case.

"Pick a 'chicken' and kill it."

He said he was picking, but Zhu Wenkui didn't really go to investigate carefully, and copied out a copy and said, "It's him."

Yu Qian leaned over and looked at it, nodding: "It's quite appropriate."

This was an injury incident that happened in the restaurant. The defendant's surname was Zhang. After being drunk, he called the servant in the house to break the leg of a waiter in the restaurant.

In addition to the aphor of the plaintiff's waiter, there is also a small note filled with the file, which details the defendant's personal and family situation.

Zhang Dongsheng, whose father was Zhang Dong, the doctor of the Ministry of Personnel, so his name was Zhang Dongsheng, which was very reasonable.

My mother's family is a wealthy businessman, the vice president of Yingtianfu Chamber of Commerce, and she is engaged in salt and grain trading and has a strong furniture.

The cause of the incident is still Zhang Dongsheng himself.

Because he had a lot of pockmarks on his face, he was extremely ugly. The one he hated most in his life was Zhang Mazi, the nickname he called him by others.

When the waiter was having a meal that day, when he was serving, he looked at Zhang Dongsheng for two more eyes, which stimulated Zhang Dongsheng's fragile self-esteem. In addition, he was drunk, and he beat Xiaoer up with anger. Xiaoer was also young and scolded Zhang Dongsheng's nickname Zhang Mazi in anger. Zhang Dongsheng was naturally angry and furious. He went back to his house to call a few servants to rush back to take revenge, and broke Xiaoer's leg.

"A little Zhang Mazi dares to be so arrogant, do it!"

The plaintiff waiter wrote the accusation very clearly, and Zhu Wenkui immediately ordered: "Go and catch this Zhang Mazi back to me."

"Wait a moment."

Seeing that Zhu Wenkui was about to arrest someone, Yu Qian spoke first.

"Your Highness, except for the plaintiff's accusation in this file, there is not a witness's testimony. If this pockmark comes and refuses to admit it, he will have to let the person go, which will damage your highness's face."

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the mother said justice.

Without witness testimony, Zhang Dongsheng insisted that he didn't know about this. What if the waiter broke himself, no one could do anything about it.

“It makes sense.”

Zhu Wenkui nodded and looked at Yu Qian: "Then send someone to the restaurant first, find the boss and a few drinkers whom I knew about that day, please come back and give the testimony first."

“Hey.”

Yu Qian responded, walked out of the house and called several documents from the torture room, wrote a hand seal, and put the seal on the torture room and handed it to the latter.

"Go to the class room to transfer a team of constables and go to the restaurant to find a few witnesses to come back."

Several people took their lives and left, and ran into a eunuch in big clothes, and were so scared that they dodged away.

There was another person behind the little eunuch, wearing a Western Factory suit.

"Your Highness, I came here at the emperor's order."

After entering the house, the little eunuch kowtowed and said his purpose.

"Your Majesty is worried about the safety of the eldest prince, so he specially asked me to bring a strange person who knows disguise and help the eldest prince hide his identity."

Zhu Wenkui and Yu Qian almost subconsciously looked at each other.
Chapter completed!