After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

Chapter 687 Who gave him the confidence

Sun Jiang, the manager of the Imperial Master's Mansion who was in charge of the recruitment, looked at the candidate who had run to the corner and was crying.

Then he looked at the man in white who was standing proudly in front of him and making the scholar cry.

He swallowed hard.

His intuition told him that the person in front of him was most likely the servant his master wanted.

But there was also a vague ominous feeling that things were getting out of control.

Liu Ji looked Sun Jiang up and down. He didn't look like someone who came to respond to a call. Instead, he looked like a steward in the mansion who was picky about people.

"What's your name?" Liu Ji put away his umbrella, placed it directly on the desk where he was being recruited, and asked with his arms crossed.

"What?" Sun Jiang's mind buzzed. Who in this mansion was not afraid of him, the steward Sun? Who wouldn't call him Grandpa Sun when seeing him?
Liu Ji seemed to not understand the evil spirit on him, frowned, and said disdainfully: "Are you deaf? What's your name?"

The guards at the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion could no longer bear to watch and asked, "Manager Sun, do you want to drag this man away?"

"Do you dare?" Liu Ji shouted first, and put down the crumpled paper ball in his hand - a recruitment notice.

"I'm here to apply for a servant position. Take me in. The master is waiting for my service." Liu Ji raised his chin towards the mansion, glanced at the stunned Sun Jiang, and quickly led the way.

Sun Jiang finally reacted and quickly waved to the servant inside the door. The servant received the order and ran all the way to the courtyard of the Imperial Master.

Seeing the servant running away, Sun Jiang turned around and looked at the arrogant Liu Ji, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know." Liu Ji said calmly, "That's why I asked you what your name is."

Sun Jiang was almost choked by his anger. He took two deep breaths to calm himself down, and said sternly:

"I am Sun Jiang, the steward of the Imperial Master's Mansion. All matters of the mansion, including the punishments of the maids and servants, are arranged by me. Do you know who I am now?"

"Got it." Liu Ji nodded, casually touched the golden door knocker, and kicked the stone lion in front of the door twice. It was quite strong, but he wondered if it could withstand a punch from his wife.

"You still dare to be so presumptuous even though you know this!" Sun Jiang shouted angrily. He clenched his two hands hanging at his sides into fists, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound. His arms were tense and his thriving muscles bulged high, which was very scary.

When the other candidates saw this, they all stepped back secretly, fearing that they would be implicated.

People always say that the national teacher is kind and righteous, but Sun Jiang, who is beside him, is also famous in the circle for his cruelty.

Liu Ji seemed to be unaware of the terrifying aura. He squatted in front of the stone lion, stretched out a slender finger to touch the grooves on it, and muttered, "I'm sure he can't withstand a punch from her."

"What are you doing? Do you think you can touch the stone lions that suppress the fortune of the Imperial Master's Mansion?"

Sun Jiang roared and strode forward, swung his palm and tried to pinch his neck.

Unexpectedly, he tilted his body and looked at the stone lion's butt, and his palm missed.

At this time, Sun Jiang had not realized anything was wrong and just thought that his failure was a coincidence.

He stretched out his iron palm again, trying to catch him.

Suddenly, the man did an extremely agile spin and long jump, and stood beside the stone lion again. He shook his head and made a clicking sound with his mouth, as if he was mocking him.

Once was a coincidence.

Twice is not a coincidence. Sun Jiang narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

Could this frail scholar be a hidden martial arts master?

"Manager Sun?" Liu Ji seemed to have just realized that he had followed him. He grinned at him and pointed at the open door of the Imperial Master's Mansion and asked, "Are you ready to invite me in?"

Sun Jiang suddenly put on a amiable face and said, "Come on, let's discuss the remuneration first." He raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, signaling Liu Ji to move to the table for detailed discussion.

Liu Ji was satisfied. "That's more proper. You are a servant and I am a scholar. We should be treated with respect and dignity."

Sun Jiang's smile froze, and he barely managed to hold it together, suppressing his surging murderous intent. He brought Liu Ji to the table and swept away the oil-paper umbrella he had placed on the table. "What's your name, juren?"

"Your smile is really ugly." Liu Ji mocked him before answering: "Liu Ji."

Sun Jiang nodded. Very good. He remembered it!
"According to the monthly salary of our servants, the average low-ranking servant is eight cents of silver per month."

Liu Ji raised his hand and said, "No need to say anything. This matter cannot be discussed with a servant like you. You cannot make the decision. Wait for your Imperial Master to come out and talk to me."

Sun Jiang couldn't laugh at all, and there was a cruel look in his eyes.

The others were so frightened that they dared not even breathe, but Liu Ji in front of him did not react at all. He looked around and asked him:

"It's so hot, are you guys in the Imperial Master's Mansion unwilling to even give people water to drink?"

Look at these young people queuing up, their faces are all sunburned.

Of course, now that he's here, they have nothing to do with it.

"Everyone, retreat now. This position of servant must belong to me, unless you think you are prettier than me." Liu Ji proudly flicked his hair and began to persuade them to retreat.

The queue was dispersed, but who would want to miss such a lively scene? They just kept surrounding it.

Look at Sun Jiang's gloomy face. There are really not many people in Kyoto who can make his face so gloomy.

Who is this Liu Ji? How dare he confront Sun Jiang? Isn't he afraid of being retaliated by this sinister person?

Of course Liu Ji was afraid, otherwise he would not have given 60% of the benefits to Qin Yao just to save his own life.

All this is just a last resort.

"The Imperial Master is here!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Liu Ji, who was holding on, actually felt weak in the knees for a moment, but! A man must stand up!
He pretended not to care, stood up and looked towards the gate curiously.

Sikong Jian, dressed in a long robe painted in red and black, walked out of the door with his noble head held high, surrounded by his servants. He first smiled and nodded at the candidates and common people in front of the door who looked excited and admiring.

Then he flicked his long sleeves, turned around, and looked with a smile at Liu Ji, the man whose whole body was glowing and so white that it was impossible to ignore him.

The white snake scales reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight. Si Kong Jian squinted his eyes and tried to adapt for a while, but he still couldn't adapt!

He raised his gaze and met Liu Ji's sparkling peach blossom eyes.

Although it was the first time they met, Si Kong Jian had a sense of certainty in his heart - this boy was worthy of being the disciple chosen by the teacher, and his appearance was as outstanding as that of his native teacher!
"Are you Liu Ji?" Sikong Jian asked with a smile on his face.

Liu Ji thought to himself that you are really good at acting, and bowed solemnly, "Ji, I meet the Grand Master."

Sun Jiang couldn't wait to step forward and complain. His eyes were full of anger when he looked at Liu Ji, as if he wanted to skin him alive.

Sikong Jian waved his hand, motioning him to stand aside and secretly observe Liu Ji's expression.

Facing Sun Jiang's murderous aura, he remained calm.

But the intelligence sent by his subordinates said that this person was greedy for money and afraid of death, and was a scoundrel who lived off his looks.

So, who gave him the confidence?