Author: Mo Se Jiangnan

With mountains of gold and silver right in front of him, Liu Ping'an couldn't help but be a little too excited.

It is clear that the Ming Dynasty suffered a disaster. As one of the people of the Ming Dynasty, they should be extremely sad.

As a result, you, Liu Pingan, are so excited, and your attitude is very problematic.

With a flash, everyone's eyes were focused on Liu Ping'an.

Especially King Zhu Han, whose calm eyes seemed to contain endless murderous intent.

Liu Ping'an, who was originally extremely excited, suddenly felt as if someone had poured cold water on his head.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down from Liu Pingan's head.

He understood that if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation, he might be in trouble this time.

After all, he is an old fox who has been in the shopping mall for many years. After the initial panic, the somewhat excited expression on Liu Pingan's face immediately turned into a look of pain.

Forcibly squeezing out tears, he cried loudly: "Your Majesty, this villain is suffering!"

As he spoke, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his tears: "The villain was born in Datong. At this time, his hometown was hit by a disaster. The villain was heartbroken."

While crying, he used force and hammered his chest with his hands, as if he was really in such pain.

But the actual truth is that if he didn't do this, Liu Ping'an would almost lose control and laugh out loud.

If you are laughing now, it is not a joke.

Liu Ping'an estimated that His Royal Highness could really be pushed out and chopped.

There were so many high-ranking officials that they could only look up to in the past, but His Highness the King of England killed them without saying a word.

He is just a businessman, but in the eyes of His Majesty the King, his status is probably not as good as that of a slave, right?

Killing him is not easy.

In order to prove that he was indeed "devastated," Liu Pingan secretly gritted his teeth.

"In order to help the people of Datong, I am willing to donate money..." Liu Ping'an carefully extended three fingers.

However, you may feel that this amount of money seems a bit unsafe.

After hesitating for a moment, he extended two fingers: "Five hundred taels of silver to help the people of Datong tide over the difficulties."

Five hundred taels of silver is definitely not a small amount in this era.

After all, the amount of money an ordinary person can earn in a year is only more than twenty taels.

But for a big grain merchant like Liu Pingan, this is not even a drop in the bucket.

Zhou Ziliang and Feng Xueyi looked at each other and understood what the other meant.

Therefore, the two people immediately stood up and pretended to be upright and awe-inspiring.

"Your Majesty, what Liu Ping'an said makes sense. It is said that every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. The disaster in the Ming Dynasty is also the time for merchants like us to serve the country. I, Zhou Ziliang, am willing to donate one thousand taels of silver."

"I, Feng Xueyi, am willing to donate eight hundred taels of silver."

Other businessmen also agreed.

According to the size of each chamber of commerce, one will donate 700 taels, and the other will donate 500 taels.

Obviously, these people were thinking of using the money to silence Zhu Han.

They are all bleeding profusely. Do you, Your Majesty the King, still have the nerve to buy grain at a low price?

Zhu Han didn't mind the donations from these people too little.

They just smiled and asked the guards to write down all the money they donated.

"I have recorded all of your dedication to serving the country. I will definitely report to His Majesty when you return and commend you for your righteous deeds."

Zhu Han's words made all the businessmen blush.

As expected of His Majesty the King of England, this is so heartbreaking to kill people.

The total donations from these businessmen amounted to only eighty thousand taels of silver.

This small amount of money also needs to be personally commended by the current emperor.

What kind of reward is this? It's clearly a slap in their face.

But Zhou Ziliang and others didn't care much.

If you really need face, why should you be a businessman?

Silver is the real thing.

Face and everything else are nothing to them.

If His Royal Highness the King thinks that he can take advantage of them based on such things, he is totally wrong.

In order to make money, people like them usually get scolded a lot, but now they just get scolded by more people, so what does it matter?

Everyone's faces were calm, and they almost felt like they were doing nothing.

Originally, they thought that His Royal Highness would be angry and curse.

But what surprised them was that His Royal Highness looked very calm and did not seem to be moved at all by their performance.

"But everyone, you should also understand the current situation."

"There is a severe drought in Datong. What is most lacking at this time is not money, but food."

After hearing this, the grain merchants present couldn't help but cursed in their hearts: "Shameless!"

They always feel that they are already shameless people.

But they didn't expect that the British King Zhu Han was even more shameless than them.

Since you also said that what the disaster area lacks is food, not silver.

When they donated money before, why didn't you say a word?

As long as they say a few words, they can exchange the donated silver into food of equal value.

Of course, this equivalent price must be calculated based on the highest price in the current market.

No matter how bold they are, they are not so crazy that they dare to openly raise the price in front of Zhu Han, His Royal Highness.

But after this...

It's hard for them to say what the price of food is.

It's just that since I didn't mention it just now, Zhu Han specifically pointed it out now.

The grain merchants did not dare to pretend that they did not understand.

Zhou Ziliang was the first to set an example: "I see, since the people in the disaster area are short of food, we and other grain dealers are naturally responsible. I, Zhou Ziliang, will be the first to pledge two hundred shi of food."

Feng Xueyi followed closely: "We also pledged to donate two hundred shi of food."

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When it was Liu Pingan's turn, the guy raised his hand cautiously: "We, Pingan Company, will donate one hundred dan in food."

There is a tacit understanding between these grain merchants, and the amount they donate actually leaves room for bargaining.

If Zhu Han is not satisfied, they will naturally pretend to be reluctant and donate more.

Sure enough, Zhu Han frowned and said, "I know that all of you are famous businessmen in Yanjing City."

"This amount of food is not small, but compared to the tens of millions of people affected by the disaster in Datong, it is really a drop in the bucket."

"I wonder if I can... add some more."

The grain merchants were all a little surprised. Why did they feel that His Royal Highness was a bit thin-skinned?

However, this is also a good thing for them.

Even the things donated today are nothing to them.

However, it’s good to save a little bit.

When doing business, isn’t it important to increase revenue and reduce expenditure?

Save a little here, save a little there. If you save a little, you can save a fortune.

At that moment, Zhou Ziliang and others all looked sad.

"Your Majesty, it's not that we don't want to donate more, it's just that we don't have much food on hand."

Feng Xueyi looked extremely solemn: "Your Majesty, although we are grain merchants in Yanjing, we look like we have a big tree and deep roots."

"However, Yanjing consumes more food than other places."

"If we cannot leave enough food reserves, once there is a food shortage in Yanjing, it may cause chaos."

Liu Ping'an also echoed with everyone: "Yes, yes, we don't have much food on hand, so what we can donate is actually squeezed out."

Just when everyone was complaining, a young voice suddenly spoke.

What he said was completely contrary to everyone else's.
To be continued...