In the governmental office.
From behind, Xin Quan's intermittent curses still rang out, making Di Yelei's face black as the bottom of a pot.
His fist clenched and then loosened, loosened and then clenched, just barely holding back the anger surging in his heart!
County Magistrate Su, who was patting his shoulder, laughed loudly: "Brother Di, don't be angry. Isn't Xin Quan relying on his uncle, who holds the position of Garrison Commander in Gongzhou, to do whatever he pleases? Hmph! Does he really think everyone is afraid of him?"
His words, rather than criticizing Xin Quan, were informing Di Yelei that there was a Garrison Commander behind Xin Quan.
Di Yelei's face grew even darker, gritting his teeth and saying, "Even if his uncle is a Minister, the money from the armory allocated by the court this year must be coughed up!"
He also threw a soft nail back at them, neither too gentle nor too harsh.
Isn't the current Minister Sisi's god-grandfather?