Chapter 489 Family
"That's it."
Li Ang glanced at Wang Bofan, who was kneeling on the ground, his face was ashen, and his tone was flat.
He didn't think that Wang Bofan would really think that he was wrong. The reason why he knelt here was because he lost the bet.
"Wang Bofan disregarded the safety of the people for his own personal reasons. This is an unforgivable crime. But in my Wang family, this person is also responsible for the current situation of Taiyuan Mansion."
The white-haired elder tremblingly took out a booklet and slowly put it on Li Ang's desk, "This is the compensation for the plague proposed by Mrs. Li. Please have a look at it, Mr. Li Xiaolang."
"compensation?"
Li Ang raised his eyebrows, flipped through the book at random, and it was full of countless items, including compensation and building houses.
Just the apology and compensation to Li Ang himself, there are hundreds of items, including antique calligraphy and paintings with prices but no market, ancient books of the Sui Dynasty, gold and silver jewelry, and even alienated objects and so on.
Li Ang looked at it very seriously, and occasionally raised his head to ask a few words, asking about the age and artist of the antique calligraphy and painting written in the booklet.
The more questions and answers were asked, the more Wang Bojian let go of his high-hanging heart.
Everyone and everything in this world has a price. If things can't be negotiated, it's nothing more than that the price offered is not suitable enough.
As long as Li Ang asks for something, the Wang family with profound background can always pass the test.
"Your compensation is very generous and sincere,"
Li Ang closed the booklet, nodded, and said with a smile, "But I still want one thing."
"Please tell me."
Wang Bojian smiled and said, "Ms. Wang must do her best to satisfy."
Brush and pull.
Li Ang opened the drawer, and also took out a thick book from inside. Turn around so that the roster faces Wang Bojian.
Wang Bojian glanced at it, and saw a name, age, gender, parents, address, date and other information written on the roster.
An Xiangdai, sixteen years old, female, father: An Jin, mother: Zhuang Yitong, address at No. 10, Luoyu Lane, Sanmingfang, Taiyuan Prefecture, on October 25, Zaiqian 6th year.
Zhai Zhou, nine years old, male, father: Zhai Hui, mother: Hu Lan, address No. 1, Eryan Lane, Shuidanfang, Taiyuan Prefecture, October 29th, Zaiqian 6th year.
Wei Xinyu, 37 years old, male, father: Wei Xiayun, mother: Hu Rendong, address at No. 20, Gusong Lane, Qiuyanfang, Luoyang, October 26, Zaiqian 6th year.
"This is the list of victims of the plague in Taiyuan Prefecture recorded by the ward in the past few months. There are ordinary people, soldiers and servants, medical staff, and volunteers."
Li Ang said flatly: "Let them come back alive,"
The room became quiet, Wang Bojian opened his mouth slightly, the white-haired elder stopped coughing, and Yan Yundang, who was guarding the door, lowered his eyes and silently looked at the light green wallpaper.
Li Ang looked at the two Wangs who were still standing, and asked calmly, "It can't be done, can it?"
"Mr. Li Xiaolang,"
Wang Bojian arched his hands, and said with difficulty: "Death cannot be brought back to life."
"The dead cannot be raised again,"
Li Ang interrupted, "Death is death, and no matter how much compensation you make afterwards, it won't help.
I've been sitting here all day, looking at this list.
In it, there are men and women, old and young, and some families are incomplete. They will never return to the warmth and harmony of the past.
Some families, even the whole family died of illness.
He stared at the two of the Wang family, and said calmly: "I heard that the Wang family is a thousand-year-old family with bells and lanterns. The family members live together, respect and love,
Little children.
When a respected elder in the family dies, even distant relatives will follow the funeral sincerely.
For the descendants of the aristocratic family, those ordinary people with different surnames are indeed another species.
Children from civilian families were still snotting and peeing and muddy when they were five or six years old, and children from aristocratic families had already memorized the Four Books and Five Classics in school.
A scholar from a commoner background, even if he has studied hard for decades, his understanding of the scriptures is not as good as that of a child from an aristocratic family, and he will be easily refuted.
The clothes they wear, the words they speak, and the things they think are completely different.
In the eyes of the family, those stupid, rude, short-sighted, and inferior civilians are not the same species as them. Like people and ants.
It doesn't matter how many ants die.
Even, when someone asks them to be responsible for the death of ants, they will be shocked, stunned and absurd.
For example, you now. "
Li Ang supported the roster with his hands, slowly stood up from the chair, and said coldly: "You can't be polite to ordinary people, and you can't punish doctors.
In your opinion,
Wang Bofan must die, and several members of the Wang family who directly implemented Wang Bofan's plan, as well as the servants in the palace, will probably die as well.
And others, even those members of the Wang family who participated in Wang Bofan's plan, can survive.
In the world of adults, there is no right or wrong, only pros and cons.
The war in the Yu Kingdom is imminent, even if the Wang family has committed a heinous crime, in order to appease the nobles of the world, the Wang family cannot be severely punished.
What's more, the Wang family has relationships all over the world. There are Wang's concubines in the harem, Wang's in-laws in the court, and even Wang's doctor in the academy. Also used to be my professor.
Everyone is a family, I am among you, and you are among me,
Act like a punishment, show those muddy legs underneath, and you'll get it. Why make blood flow like a river. After all, feng shui turns.
You guys, do you think so?
The world is like this, it has always been like this.
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It's always been like this, right? "
Li Ang shook his head, and without waiting for the two Wangs to answer, he said lightly: "I hate this 'always like this',
If no one does something for the victims, no one pursues accountability for the source of man-made disasters, and no one dares to break this tacit agreement,
Then let me do it. "
Wang Bojian read the determination in Li Ang's calm tone, and felt a cold current rushing through his body, no longer caring about his humility and respectful words, he lost his voice: "What are you going to do?"
Boom!
The sound of a violent explosion came from outside the window, and in the far north, the flames shot up into the sky.
Aura fluctuates like a tsunami, roaring and spreading in all directions.
That is, the direction of the palace.
"It's not what I do, it's what I do."
Li Ang passed the three of the Wang family and strode towards the door. The jade pendant on the tour around his waist swayed with his steps, "Let's go, don't let the supervisors wait too long."
(end of this chapter)