Chapter 408 I don't want face, I just want the inside
"Three hundred thousand sheep? As compensation for the eighth prince's commutation of sentence? Lieutenant Jiang Cheng, are you kidding me?"
Na Sutu coughed several times and looked at Jiang Fan with a stunned look on his face and asked.
"Your Majesty the Pope, although I like to joke, I never joke when talking about serious business."
Jiang Fan shook his head and continued with a smile: "The behavior of His Highness the Eighth Prince was very bad, and the impact was extremely bad. So many people witnessed the whole thing happened. If I just let the Eighth Prince go, what would happen to the people?"
What will they think?"
"The common people will think that I am afraid of you prairie people, so I did not abide by the regulations. I just locked up the eighth prince for a day and then released him. If this is true... my reputation will be ruined. Your Majesty the Pope
, you can’t let me use my reputation to wipe away the Eighth Prince’s mistakes, right?”
Nasutu couldn't help but frown.
He knew very well how much the officials and scholars in the Great Zhou Dynasty valued reputation.
But the problem is... this matter is big or small. To put it simply, it is just a conflict that did not cause much damage. Why should we compensate 300,000 sheep?
There must be a limit to how wide a lion can open its mouth, right?
"Jiang Chengwei, I agree with and accept this method of commuting the eighth prince's sentence through redemption, but it is impossible to reach 300,000 sheep! Do you know how many 300,000 sheep are? There are about 10,000 sheep on the grassland.
The large tribe may only have 300,000 sheep!"
Nasutu said in a deep voice.
"Not much. Your Majesty the Pope, please let me calculate for you. If the provisions of the Public Security Management Regulations are strictly enforced, then His Highness the Eighth Prince's crime will be enough to jail him for more than three months. The final sentence may even be six months.
Month. In other words, is it expensive to buy the eight princes six months of freedom with these 300,000 sheep? I don’t think it is expensive.”
The expression on Jiang Fan's face suddenly became vulgar, and he continued with a philistine look: "After all, time is priceless. Buying six months of life with 300,000 sheep is a very good deal no matter how you look at it. What's more, the eighth prince is so
Identity? He is the biological son of the Great Khan of the Golden Horde! Even if I only ask for a symbolic one hundred and eighty thousand yuan, you are embarrassed to give me so little! How can the eighth prince be so cheap? Are you right?"
Right?! That’s right!
Veins popped out on Nasutu's forehead.
It felt like I got to know Jiang Fan all over again.
Paying back 100,000 to 80,000 yuan... is just symbolic? Do you think it's not expensive?! How can it be so cheap to pay Hachioji?!
Is this fucking human language!
Why would this holy son, chosen by the immortal God, be so shameless?
Na Sutu felt like his heart was boiling. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Lieutenant Jiang Cheng, since both of us have the idea of resolving this matter properly, please also show your sincerity. This matter
Of course, the Eighth Prince did something wrong, but if your conditions are too harsh, I won't be afraid of making things really big."
"It is true that Batu Ashilan is the son of the Great Khan. You have no problem saying that he has a noble status, but I must remind you that the Great Khan has thirteen sons! Batu Ashilan is just one of them! I hug you
We are sincere in solving problems, but we will never accept unscrupulous blackmail!"
Hearing that Su Tu's tone was really angry, Jiang Fan couldn't help but curl his lips.
He said with an aggrieved face: "His Majesty the Pope thinks this price is too high, then let's discuss it again. Since I proposed this method, of course I am sincere in solving the problem, but who would have thought that the dignified Golden Horde Khan would
Son, in the eyes of His Majesty the Pope, even 300,000 sheep are not worth it. This is not my problem. The reason why I raised this price is not to consider the face of your grassland? It’s so embarrassing to give less.
.”
Considering the face of our grassland!? It’s embarrassing to give less?!
How can someone in this world be so good at confusing right and wrong?!
Isn’t the son of the Great Khan worth three hundred thousand sheep? Isn’t this fucking nonsense!
If 300,000 sheep were exchanged for the life of the Khan's son, there would be no problem, but now it's just a small conflict!
If you smash the counter of a shop, you have to compensate 300,000 sheep in order to reduce your sentence. If you accidentally kill a Zhou citizen, do you have to pay for the entire gold account?!
This is simply unreasonable!
Na Sutu laughed angrily at Jiang Fan's statement, gritted his teeth and said: "Jiang Chengwei, you really opened my eyes. Although this is my first time to come to Dazhou, but in the Dazhou that everyone has described to me,
In Zhou Dynasty, your country is a true country of gentlemen. When you speak and act, you should pay attention to your bearing! A shameless and upright person like you is probably an outlier in your country's officialdom, right?"
"His Majesty the Pope has given you too much praise. In fact, I am not that good. Really. Our officials in Zhou Dynasty are much more shameless than me. It's just that their shamelessness is in their hearts, while my shamelessness is in my face.
That’s all.”
Jiang Fan said with an embarrassed look.
I'm not complimenting you!!! What does it mean to be overly complimentary!! Can you please give me a little face!!
Na Sutu's temples were throbbing with anger, and his chest was heaving violently.
He suddenly had doubts about his previous strong desire for Jiang Fan to join the Immortality Cult.
Is such a person... really suitable to be the next pope?
If the next pope of the Immortality Sect is such a rogue and shameless person, I am afraid that the entire Immortality Sect... will be led astray...
"Of course, people who care about face too much will often lose face. As for me, I am a pragmatist. I don't care about face, I just want face. So, His Majesty the Pope... let's discuss a specific one that can be accepted by both parties.
The amount of compensation, right?”
Seeing that Su Tu looked like he was going to be furious, Jiang Fan said with a smile.
After being interrupted like this by Jiang Fan, Su Tu finally felt that the anger in his heart had eased a bit.
Gritting his teeth, he could only discuss the specific amount of compensation with Jiang Fan, shirtless.
For nearly half an hour, everyone else in the office was stunned, looking at Jiang Fan and Nasutu, like ordinary people buying vegetables at the morning market, haggling over the price.
Jiang Fan is okay, after all, he has always had a shameless tradition.
But Nasutu, a dignified pope of the Immortality Sect, was so red-faced fighting with Jiang Fan over the number of sheep, which really shocked the other barbarians in the room.
Of course, there are no glasses in this era, but it does not prevent them from being refreshed.
Half an hour passed, and seeing Nasutu, who had finally reached a final agreement on compensation with Jiang Fan, sipping tea to quench his thirst with a flushed face, several barbarians, including the Eighth Prince, felt uncontrollably in a daze.
It turns out that His Majesty the Pope... still has such a side...