Pick a Prince and Get Rich

The yard was quiet. Bai Wen stood in the same place waiting for Ji rurong's reply. His heart was a little uneasy, and the tip of his nose was nervous, and he was sweating.

Ji rurong paced back and forth in the courtyard, with one hand behind him and a look at Bai Wen. Then he said, "tomorrow, you will be the manager of Yingfeng building."

Before Bai Wen could react, he heard song Hai shouting: "master, you can't give this Yingfeng building to him. It's hard for me to explain it to my mother."

Song Hai did not expect that Ji rurong would really agree with Bai Wen. After all, this Yingfeng building has always been in his charge. If he is replaced, you can imagine how precarious his position is.

Ji rurong squinted at him and said in a cold voice, "how dare you threaten our palace?"

"I dare not, but my mother told me to take care of the restaurant for you. If I change the shopkeeper for no reason, I can't tell you that I have eight mouths." Song Hai kneels on the ground and looks up at Ji rurong.

Bai Wen and Bai Wu are shocked to hear that song Hai is a lady. Is the man in front of him the son of the emperor? Bai Wen takes another look at Ji rurong. At first glance, he really has the style of a prince. It happens that Ji rurong comes back to see him, and his legs tremble. He immediately kneels down beside song Hai and pulls Bai Wu to kneel down together.

"The grass people have eyes and don't know Mount Tai. Please forgive Xiaomin." Bai Wen lowered his head and trembled.

Song Hai sees his appearance, and his mouth rises slightly. He is really a grass-roots man. He is scared to see the prince like this. But it's good for him to understand that the prince can't be attached by anyone.

"Master!" Song Hai called softly.

Ji rurong stares at Bai Wen kneeling on one side, and the corner of his eye is a little cold. Unexpectedly, he has no intention to let him know his identity, so he can't help but kill him.

Looking at the bodyguard beside him, the bodyguard immediately came forward, drew out his sword and put it on Bai Wu's neck, waiting for Ji rurong's order.

Walking back and forth at the gate of death twice a day, Bai Wu was paralyzed. Seeing that his brother's life was threatened, Bai Wen immediately kowtowed to Ji rurong and said, "spare my life, I dare not. I'm just like a real move. The shopkeeper of Zhiwei Zhai sent someone to plant April fan and pepper in Liucun. He planned to sell them on the harvest day."

It doesn't sound like something from the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

"What is that?" Ji rurong's eyes indicated that the guard would wait for a moment and asked.

Bai Wen said: "it's the seeds that shopkeeper Xu brought back from Xiliao. There are not only April pan and pepper, but also corn and sweet potato. If you don't believe it, you can send someone to Liucun to check. There are 80 mu planted there."

"Oh, really?" Ji rurong is thoughtful.

"Yes, I don't dare to lie. I just ask you to let my little brother go. He's still a child and doesn't know anything." Bai Wen prays that now he doesn't dare to think half of it. It's the most important thing for the manager of Yingfeng building to keep his life.

When song Hai heard what he said, he knew it was true. But he didn't think that manager Xu had this ability. He stood up and said in Ji rurong's ear, "master, why don't we take the 80 mu of crops as our own. What do you think?"

Before he had finished his words, Ji rurong slapped him in the face and said angrily, "does this palace seem to be the kind of person who doesn't break the means to bully others?" If the old Prime Minister had not been staring at himself recently, he would not have come here.

Song Hai covered his face and said, "the slave knows his mistake. The master is open and aboveboard. It's the slave dog that can't spit out ivory."

Ji rurong did not pay attention to song Hai, but looked at Bai Wen.