At the Fragrant Pavilion, Lin Lang listened blissfully to little tunes while counting banknotes himself.
Over the past two days, since the decree restoring the Jinyiwei's privilege to investigate all officials had come down, many capital officials had voluntarily approached Lin Lang to show goodwill.
Lin Lang refused every invitation to dinner. Did he look like someone who needed a meal?
If any household had dancing girls who could perform handstands and backflips in skirts, he might have been a little interested.
Still, some people knew what was what. They sent banknotes, jewels, and jade objects directly to demonstrate that they were thoroughly incorruptible officials.
With such solid evidence, Lin Lang would naturally go easy on them.
Everyone thought he would act like the Eastern Depot and Western Depot, using his authority the moment he obtained it to intimidate the court officials.
But did Lin Lang need to do that?
He only needed to tell those people that he was the greatest martial expert in the Great Ming court, and that no one would know who had done it if he killed them.
The higher their position, the more they cherished their lives and the less willing they were to lose everything.
Besides, the money they sent Lin Lang did not come from their salaries, but from the summer ice gifts, winter charcoal gifts, writing fees, and so on that their subordinates sent them.
"Who's this? He only sent a thousand taels? He expects me to go easy on him for this little?"
Jia Liu said quietly, "Sir, he's an assistant director in the Ministry of Works. There isn't that much grease to skim in his position."
Lin Lang glanced at Jia Liu. "No grease? With everything the Ministry of Works handles every year, skimming a little grease off each