With the gold and silver mountains 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!"

But this time, why are you so easy to talk to?

"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."

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

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

He quickly pretended to cough twice to remind his nephew not to talk nonsense.

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

However, they had already discussed a solution before, so they were not afraid at this time.

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

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

The grain merchants shook their heads and waved their hands.

When there is no food, doubling or tripling the food supply is not too much.

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

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

They want to allocate grain immediately and transport it to Datong.

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

Killing him is not easy.

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."

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

However, he is a down-to-earth person who really doesn't have so many twists and turns in his heart.

At the same time, he also let them know the news that Datong was suffering from drought.

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

What Zhou Ziliang said was not that prices would not be raised, but that prices would not be raised too much.

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

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

Zhu Han continued to look at the grain merchants with a look of expectation on his face: "Everyone, can't we bring out more grain?"

Just give away his own food casually? Do you believe that the elders in his family know the news and can break his legs alive?

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

The princes of the imperial court who could force them would personally come to them to borrow food and donate money.

These three words are quite particular.

But Zhou Ziliang and others didn't care much.

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

This process is so easy that these businessmen have the illusion that they are in a dream.

Other businessmen also agreed.

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

"If the prince doesn't mind, I can ask my ancestors for help. My ancestors are Datong gentry. They have always taught me that everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. I must be willing to lend a helping hand to the imperial court."

If this matter cannot be fooled, their Ping An Company may not be able to gain a foothold in Yanjing.

It will take at least five to ten years for Liu Ye to gradually become familiar with his own business.

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

They just made up two random reasons, which seemed to be passable reasons.

In recent years, Liu Ping'an has gotten older and his body has gradually become unable to support himself, so he wants to find a successor within the family.

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

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.

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

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

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

Although five hundred stones is a lot, it is still a drop in the bucket for the situation in the disaster area of ​​Datong, and the impact on them is not particularly big.

Liu Pang'an also patted his chest gently. After all, Liu Ye was not really crazy.

Zhou Ziliang and Feng Xueyi both felt their hearts tighten at the same time.

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.

However, this is also a good thing for them.

"If there is food, we would also like to do something for the people affected by the disaster in Datong."

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

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

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

After hearing Zhu Han's question, Liu Ye's young face flushed slightly, and he said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty, although my ancestors love me very much, the food issue is very important, so I may not be able to give much."

Zhu Han seemed to have completely failed to understand the subtext of Zhou Ziliang's words.

"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."

This kind of business is almost related to the future of the entire family.

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

Liu Ping'an even doubted that if his old man knew the news, he would be so angry that he would die directly.

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

…

Now, Liu Ye, a prodigal son, wants to directly donate all his family's food?

When the grain merchants heard this, they breathed a long sigh of relief.

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

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

"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."

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 an honest child. His parents gave special instructions before coming to Yanjing.

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

As soon as these words came out, everyone's voices stopped.

As a result, before their calculations were completed, Zhu Han's voice rang out again.

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

Silver is the real thing.

"Okay!" Zhu Han sighed helplessly: "In that case, I won't force you."

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