"Your Majesty, I can donate 100 kilograms of food at my family, which is considered to be a contribution to the court. Please don't dislike me."

"That's right, I can even pay a hundred pounds."

"There is also a humble position. The family can keep tight and donate... 150 kilograms." The person who spoke was having a hard time, as if donating these foods was already a heavy bleeding.

The old foxes spoke as if they had agreed, one or two hundred kilograms per person.

After hearing this, Zhou Jian's expression was neither salty nor light, and he sat wherever he drank tea alone without answering.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the lobby became strange and a little depressed.

Under the emperor's power, all the powerful men became a little uneasy and exchanged their gazes. Why didn't Your Majesty speak? Could it be that he was dissatisfied?

Silence, silence again...

The quaint and majestic lobby is silent.

Finally, these people couldn't bear it anymore and spoke one after another: "Your Majesty, I can add another hundred kilograms of food..."

"It's okay to be a humble position..."

Zhou Jian was very upset when he heard these words. Although these dogs are far inferior to those of aristocratic families, they want to fool themselves by just one or two hundred kilograms of grain?

Damn, it doesn’t matter if you are not loyal, but you will have to be insulted in the future.

But the wallet must be handed over!

A look was quickly given to Fang Jie.

As the commander of the close-knit imperial guards, he quickly understood and stood up and snorted coldly: "Hmph!"

"You guys are rich, just a little bit of food? Tsk tsk, do you think Your Majesty is begging for food?"

These powerful men suddenly turned red and their necks thick, as if they were being stepped on their tails.

He scolded: "Rareless!"

"What should you blame for yourselves!"

Fang Jie ignored it and bowed directly: "Your Majesty, although Hu Zi is just a small commander, he is willing to sell his money and take out all the stored grain!"

"Total...two thousand pounds!!" His eyes turned, and a thief flashed, and he blurted out directly.

Clang.

At that moment, many people did not stand firm.

Two thousand kilograms??

Can a small imperial guard commander have two thousand kilograms of food?

Many officials and powerful officials were so angry that they almost bleed. This was obviously a rush to the market. The imperial guards donated 2,000 kilograms. Why do they have the nerve to get 200 kilograms?

He angrily scolded: "Master Fang, are you sure you can take it out?"

"The crime of deceiving the king is the great sin of beheading the head!"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Fang Jie snorted coldly, thinking to himself, what is he? I am your Majesty behind me, who am I afraid of?

"Hmph, three thousand pounds, I will donate three thousand pounds!" He blurted out and patted his chest, extremely arrogant.

Suddenly, Ku Lao and others on the side were amused.

Zhou Jian was even more worried and didn't laugh. This kid asked him to cooperate, but he didn't let him cooperate so well.

"you!!"

Many powerful people were furious and looked at Fang Jie with their eyes tightly, wishing they could eat him.

He did it on purpose, intentional!

"alright!"

Zhou Jian suddenly interrupted and stood up.

Everyone bowed quickly and waited for the speech.

"This difficulty requires you to overcome with me. I feel the spirit of selfless dedication in the leader."

"But you all dear friends..."

He elongated his voice, glanced at him, and didn't finish his words, but the meaning was obvious.

"Forget it, do what you can. The amount of food donation does not matter, what is important is sincerity!" He bit sincerity to death, as if he implied that they were not sincere.
Chapter completed!