Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 59: Problems that cannot be solved with money (Seeking investment, collection, and follow-up reading)

Not only Zhu Zhanji was confused by what the prince and his family of three had done, but the six ministers brought by Prince of Han Zhu Gaoxu also had different expressions.

Some were surprised, some were secretly annoyed, some sighed, and some were surprised.

Yes, it's a surprise.

And this gentleman with a look of surprise, as if he had discovered a treasure, is our Minister of Revenue Xia Yuanji.

"Great, great, great! An ordinary item with a little story can increase its price several times. The second emperor's grandson is really smart."

Seeing the price of a rag getting higher and higher, Xia Yuanji clapped his hands in appreciation.

After he said this, the other ministers looked at him in astonishment, but then they thought of his character and understood.

This old man Xia is a man who only cares about money. As long as he can make money for the court, he seems to be a shameless person.

"absurd!"

The Minister of Rites Zhao Xian was furious and said, "As the grandson of the crown prince, you are actually doing business in the street. This is really an insult to the dignity of the royal family."

"This is a ridiculous act. Brother Xia, as a minister, not only did he not stop or advise, but he praised it as a good idea. This is really ridiculous."

Upon hearing this, Xia Yuanji rolled his eyes at Zhao Xian in anger and said, "Although the actions of the Crown Prince and the Second Grandson are a little inappropriate, they are for the establishment of the Divine Machine Camp of the imperial court. If you feel it is inappropriate, you can pay the remaining money. As long as you pay the money, I will immediately take the Crown Prince and the Second Grandson back and write a letter to accuse them."

The corners of Zhao Xian's mouth twitched, and he had an urge to slap someone in the face.

How could he forget that this stingy old man named Xia would dare to argue with anyone when it comes to money.

It would be foolish of you to let him take the money.

Let’s not talk about whether he has it or not. Even if he does, he wouldn’t dare to take it out.

If he really took out the money, the old man would praise him in the morning, and the Jinyiwei would arrest him in the afternoon. They could even tell the color of the pants he wore today.

"Humph!"

Faced with Xia Yuanji's provocative eyes, Zhao Xian was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He snorted coldly and went on stage to persuade the prince to leave.

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Xia Yuanji grabbed him and threatened, "I'm telling you, if you disrupt the business of the Crown Prince and the Emperor's grandson and make it difficult for them to raise money, don't blame me for impeaching you."

Zhao Xian struggled hard, still yelling, "Xia, let me go. You are the Minister of Revenue. I don't care if you do this for money, but as the Minister of Rites, I will never allow this to continue."

"No, you can go up if you want, but you have to give me the rest of the money first."

"Xia, when did I ever owe you money?"

"Who said you didn't owe me money? You messed up the affairs of the Crown Prince and the Second Emperor's grandson. Who will pay the remaining money?"

"You are the one who caused the trouble. No one is paying for it, so you are the one who has to pay. Please return the rest of the money to me as soon as possible."

"Xia Lao is stingy, that's his mother's."

"Ahaha, Zhao, you actually dare to curse me? Well, as the Minister of Rites, you utter filthy words. I will report you when I get back."

"Xia Yuanji, you..."

"alright."

Jian Yi felt a headache and quickly stood between the two of them, whispering, "Calm down, there are so many people watching. You two are the ministers of the court. If it gets out that you are fighting and swearing in the street, how will you be able to manage the government affairs in the future?"

The two men who were glaring at each other like fighting cocks looked around when they heard this and saw that many people were looking at them.

They all snorted coldly and turned away.

"Brother Shizhong, what do you think we should do about this?"

Seeing the two guys leave angrily, Jian Yi looked at the Minister of War Jin Zhong.

Jin Zhong, who was looking at Zhu Zhanjun on the stage in deep thought, came back to his senses after hearing what he said. He smiled and said, "I would like to take care of it, but the problem is that if I do, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can't pay, and Old Xia is unwilling to fill the vacant quota. If His Majesty blames me, I can only use my head to fill it."

After saying this, he bowed to Zhu Gaoxu who was watching the excitement nearby and said, "Your Highness, Prince of Han, I have some things to do in the Ministry of War, so I will go back first."

"Your Highness, the Northern Expedition is imminent, and I still have a lot of equipment to prepare, so I won't accompany you to watch the fun." Seeing Jin Zhong leave, Song Li didn't want to stay here any longer, so he said hello and left.

The other two followed suit and quickly found an excuse to leave.

Looking at the people leaving, Zhu Gaoxu looked unhappy.

He also planned to use these people to start with this incident and severely impeach the boss.

But from the performance of several people, he could see that his plan had completely failed.

He finally understood that although these people were somewhat unhappy about the boss auctioning furniture on the street, it had not yet reached the level of disgust and aversion.

After thinking about the relationship between the boss and several others, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly understood.

He brought the wrong people. These guys are the boss's die-hard supporters, and bringing them here will be of no use at all.

If he brings people from the Censorate and the Six Ministries, tomorrow will be a lively day.

Thinking of this, he pulled the subordinate next to him and whispered something in his ear. Then he looked at the boss who was sitting on the stage and acting as the mascot with a smug look on his face.

"Laugh, laugh, if you don't laugh now, you won't have the chance to laugh after tomorrow."

With a sneer in his heart, Zhu Gaoxu turned and left the crowd, planning to go to Jiming Temple to see the old man and his mother in the evening.

By the way, chat with him. As for the content of the chat, it depends on when you let the cat out of the bag.

"Oh my god, I'm dying of thirst!"

After selling some more things, Zhu Zhanjun walked back to the backstage sweating and handed the venue over to Qiu Yuan.

The reason why he went on stage just now was not because he liked to show off, but because Qiu Yuan didn't know how to sell things.

At the beginning, it was Qiu Yuan who came on stage to explain.

Perhaps out of shame as a scholar, Qiu Yuan spoke haltingly and did not create a lively atmosphere at all.

The atmosphere is gone, and it’s even more impossible to sell things.

Zhu Zhanjun asked around, but found no one who was good at this. He had no choice but to go on stage and demonstrate himself.

"Son, thank you for your hard work."

Seeing the hero returning, Zhang smiled and handed Zhu Zhanjun a cup of herbal tea.

Zhu Zhanjun took it and was about to drink it when he saw Zhu Zhanji standing next to him with a grim expression.

"Hey, Boss, you're taking a day off today."

"Humph."

Zhu Zhanji snorted coldly and turned his head to look aside.

"What's wrong with him? Who made him angry?" Zhu Zhanjun looked at his mother in confusion.

"What else could it be? He feels that the three of us have brought shame to him."

Zhang took the silver brought by the guard, and replied while calculating the bill with a happy face.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded suddenly, walked to the money box next to him, took out ten taels of silver from it, and stuffed it into Zhu Zhanji's hand.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly had ten taels of silver in his hand. He looked at Zhu Zhanjun in confusion, not understanding why he should give him the money.
"Here, this is your share."

Zhu Zhanji was even more confused. He had done nothing, so why did he have to share the money? Was he trying to bribe him and drag him into trouble?

Seeing their bewildered faces, Zhu Zhanjun explained considerately, "This is the money earned from selling your urinal and toilet. My goodness, when they heard that it was the toilet and urinal used by the eldest grandson, those people were very enthusiastic in bidding."

Zhu Zhanji's face instantly turned red, and he raised his hand to throw it. But then he thought, this was the money from selling his things, so he glared at Zhu Zhanjun fiercely, put the money in his arms, and turned away.

Looking at Zhu Zhanji who left angrily, Zhu Zhanjun laughed and said to the people around him with strange expressions: "See? There is no problem that money can't solve. If there is, it means that the money is not enough."

Everyone: ('-'*)
(End of this chapter)