Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 138: Arresting People in the Academy

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, the shops that had been closed for several days finally opened. Many people were waiting outside the door just to buy things as soon as possible, for they were all afraid that if they came too late, the goods would be out of stock.

Conscientious industrialists have the longest queues in front of these shops, especially those in the paper industry. After the New Year, wealthy families will not be frugal with these cheap papers, so naturally there is a shortage of inventory. All the governments are waiting for the shop to open and replenish new stock.

Qian Qiansui knew that doing business meant being generous, especially to his own employees. Although most of these people were Dumbledore's followers, they had been living a peaceful life since Dumbledore became the dean of the academy, so naturally they could not be treated unfairly in terms of salary.

As a result, all the employees of the Conscience Industry had a good year and were looking forward to working hard after the opening to repay the boss's generosity.

"Don't worry, once we have the items ready, you can all buy them. The owner said there will be plenty for the New Year!"

The shop assistant smiled and spoke to the people queuing outside, his hands busy and working skillfully.

"The boss is really kind. Now I don't have to worry about not being able to buy it and getting scolded when I get home."

"Of course I did. I couldn't get the paper before, so I was punished to kneel down..."

“I wonder if there will be any new products this year!”

"What else can we do with this paper?"

The people in line were whispering to each other when suddenly a group of constables rushed out from the street corner. Without asking any questions or explaining anything, they just grabbed the shopkeeper and the shop assistants without saying a word. The rest of the people rushed to the back to search.

"Sir! What are you doing? We didn't do anything. We are good citizens... What... What happened?" The shopkeeper said nervously, and the other guys in the store also wailed.

"Someone reported that someone in your store is involved in the murder of the King of Hengzhou. Take them all back for questioning." One of the detectives had a cold face. He poked the paper in the store with the handle of his knife and said coldly, "Take them back and we will interrogate them slowly!"

"Your Excellency, you are being unfairly accused. We are just a group of ordinary people, doing business... Your Excellency..." The shopkeeper stopped a clerk's action with his eyes.

These people are all members of the Bilian Sect. They all have martial arts skills, but they cannot reveal them, otherwise it will bring greater trouble to the sect.

When the people outside the store saw that the government had arrested people, they all fled like birds and beasts, regardless of the truth, spreading the news as they ran. Within an hour, the news of the Conscience Industry Panshi Academy and the death of the King of Hengzhou spread.

At the same time, all the stores of Liangxin Industry in various places were raided, and all the staff in the stores were imprisoned. No one's explanation was listened to at all. Even when the Dali Temple went to inquire about the matter, it was rejected.

Deng Duoduo had just received the news in the academy, and before he sent anyone to investigate the reason, the constables outside surrounded the academy. This time the leader had been changed, and they said they were from the Beijing government office. However, Mao Dong was very familiar with the people in the government office, and he was very sure that he had never seen this person before.

Moreover, the people brought this time could not be the constables from the capital. They moved quickly and their breath was concealed. Han Zhi could not help but clench his spear when he saw them.

"The paper was made here, right? The workshop is inside the academy, right?" The leader of the constables blocked the people from the academy inside the courtyard. The road leading up the mountain was blocked. It was obvious that they had made full preparations before coming.

"These things seem to have nothing to do with you, sir." Han Zhi blocked the teachers' way with a spear. This man made him feel too dangerous. He even began to regret that he should not have let Lai Shun bring Les back to the Marquis' Mansion last night.

"We have a search warrant, and we suspect... that your workshop is harboring the murderer of King Hengzhou." The leader said these absurd words without any sincerity at all, and he didn't even want to pretend to lie.

"Bullshit, the prince is dead, it has nothing to do with our academy!" Mao Dong shouted loudly, and the teachers around him echoed him.

"Whether there is any connection or not is not up to you to decide. Someone here reported that there is a Mr. Xu in your hospital who is related to this case." The leader moved his fingers, and the other people in constable uniforms were already eager to try.

Dumbledore frowned nervously. The only person related to paper and called Mr. Xu was his wife's senior brother, the one who knew the secret recipe of paper. These people were not here to catch the murderer, but clearly wanted to steal the recipe of paper.

"Mr. Xu has already gone back. He is not in the academy."

"Really? But no one saw him leave. How did he leave?" The leader waved his hand and shouted, "Search! I don't believe we can't find a single person even if we raze this place flat."

"Who dares to do that?" Han Zhi was annoyed. If Eunuch Yang had not brought Mr. Tan back to the palace for some business, how could these bastards dare to be so rampant.

"General Han, you are no match for me..." The leader pulled out a dagger from the scabbard and glanced at Han Zhi's right hand.

Han Zhi also performed a fancy move with his left hand.

Behind the crowd, Miss Awu bit her lip and looked at the arrogant leader, finding him very annoying, just like her annoying ex-fiancés.

"Or, have you made fertilizer for the flowers?"

Jinxiu turned around and asked, "Do you want me to go over and help?"

"They only dared to come here when the big shots in the academy were not here. Tsk tsk... Who would believe that it was not premeditated?" Ma Teng said in a low voice while standing behind Wen Sitan and Wen Cheng.

"Go back to the dormitory and get my knife." Wen Sitan turned around and left.

Before he could walk out of the crowd, someone outside shouted, "Mr. Xu is here!"

Wen Siqin paused, turned around and rushed out, and the other students followed him out. They must not let these unknown people take anyone away from the academy.

The virtual teacher strolled leisurely, seemingly walking very slowly, but in the blink of an eye he was right in front of them. He was very polite and bowed to the leader, saying, "Sir, are you looking for me?"

"You'd better be smart and come with us, otherwise... the people here will be in trouble." The leader threatened.

The virtual teacher wasn't afraid of these things at all. Without hesitation, he said directly, "Then let's go."

"Mr. Xu!"

"Uncle Xu!"

"You can't go with him..." Han Zhi was about to step forward, but was stopped by the virtual teacher.

The virtual teacher winked at Dumbledore and said, "I'll be back in a moment."

The children in the crowd had already started crying. Although they didn't have much contact with the virtual teacher on a daily basis, he would occasionally perform some small experiments on the children in the academy, which were always particularly magical.

Who wouldn't want a teacher like this in their childhood? He has a good temper, explains things patiently, and has endless mini-games.

Dumbledore didn't say anything from beginning to end. He just waited for Mr. Xu to get on the carriage and then quickly sent a letter to Qian Qiansui.

After catching the person, these wolf-like yamen runners quickly retreated like the tide. Many people even told jokes along the way. Everyone thought they had made a great contribution. After all, the core of conscience was in the hands of Mr. Xu.

There was a lot of noise outside, and the two yamen runners in the carriage were also chatting, but they didn't notice that the farther Mr. Xu got from the academy, the lighter the color became, slowly becoming transparent, and then a gust of wind blew past, and it dissipated like smoke.