The constable's attitude was so malicious that, in addition to genuine regional discrimination, there seemed to be a hint of resentment toward the wealthy.
Of course, their actions were clearly instructed by higher-ups deliberately making things difficult for An Jing.
——The Ming City government has indeed been infiltrated.
An Jing squinted his eyes, staring at the two officers in front of him. Only after the sudden chill that rose forced them to shut their mouths did he raise his hand, and with the utmost standard penmanship and format, he finished writing this 'Temporary Residence Registration Certificate' and walked away.
"Wait! There are other things..."
By the time An Jing had disappeared around the corner, the two officers snapped out of it and then became greatly annoyed: "How did we let him get away!"
"Why didn't you say anything, you fool!"
