Seven hundred thousand guan, divided into 40%, is 280,000 guan.

When the time comes, I can scare that kid with the emperor's majesty, and I can easily get three hundred thousand gold.

hey-hey!

Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.

"Seven hundred thousand yuan, Duke Zhao, are you afraid that the lard has deceived you and you dare to speak like this?" Liu Zhenghui shook off the official who was supporting him.

He was really angry, and his gray beard was shaking non-stop.

Li Jing stood aside and glanced to the side.

Now he wants to find a crack to get in.

This guy is too brave to say, 700,000 yuan. Even if Liu Zhenghui is killed, he will not come up with so much money.

"Hey, old man, just speak politely. It's your fault if you start to curse."

"If you don't want it, just say so. I won't force you, right?"
Chapter completed!