Chapter 42

Since this group of people couldn't wait for him to look bad, he didn't need to be polite.

Isn't the treasury empty?

Then why shouldn't he harvest a crop of leeks first to replenish the treasury?

You must know, the richest people in Great Qin are not the Emperor.

But this group of officials and those wealthy nobles.

Chunyu Yue, seeing Prince Ye call for a stop, thought he didn't dare anymore.

He quickly said: "Ninth Prince, you are a prince of a nation, you can't take back what you've said; you aren't afraid, are you?"

The other officials and princes echoed him; they didn't want to miss such a good opportunity.

Ying Ying Zi Ye looked at the expressions of this group of people.

And Brother Zheng sat on the dragon throne, indifferent.

It seems he wanted to see if he had a solution.

Ying Ying Zi Ye gave a playful smile.

"This prince feels that this competition is too boring; how about we place some bets?"

"This can also liven things up for everyone; I wonder what Father Emperor thinks?"

"Bets?"

Ying Zheng frowned; this is the imperial court, not a street gambling den.

It looked like this kid's hands were itching and he wanted to play a round here.

"That's right!"

"The ministers want this son to write a solution together with the others."

"Then this son will decide the winner based on the quality of calligraphy."

"Let's decide the winner based on whose writing looks better."

"If this son's calligraphy loses to my royal brothers..."

"Then this son will withdraw from Zhangtai Palace, leave Xianyang City, and never return!"

"But if this prince wins, you only need to pay this prince three million coins, how about that?"

Once these words were spoken, the court was shocked!

The entire court fell silent.

Is the Ninth Prince crazy?

A person who can't even write his own name.

Daring to bet three million coins on calligraphy.

He's bound to lose!

Crazy, crazy!

But—

Could it be that the Ninth Prince is afraid of losing?

So he deliberately increased the bet to get out of it?

This is not impossible.

Retreating to advance, well done.

Ying Zheng sat on the dragon throne and nodded secretly.

Chunyu Yue was amused and laughed out loud.

"Is the Ninth Prince crazy for money?"

"Do you know how much three million coins is?"

"You really dare to open your mouth, three million coins, why don't you go rob someone?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye glanced at this old fellow.

This old fellow might not have that much money, but his students certainly do.

It's not easy to get money from him.

But... as long as Chunyu Yue loses.

Then he can just make him get it from his students.

He also knew that three million coins was quite a lot.

There are two types of currency in Great Qin.

Gold is the upper currency, unit yi, equivalent to 20 taels of gold.

Copper is the lower currency, unit banliang, which is the square-holed round coin.

After Great Qin unified the six states, there were monthly salaries, which were stipends.

Great Qin's high officials, such as the Chancellor or Meng Tian, had a monthly stipend of about 900 hu.

The price of rice was three coins per dou, and one hu was ten dou.

One hu was thirty banliang coins.

One month was twenty-seven thousand banliang coins.

Based on Feng Quji's stipend, one year was three hundred thousand coins.

In this day and age, money is very valuable!

Great Qin's prices are relatively low now.

Betting three million coins with Chunyu Yue now.

Unless he embezzled or borrowed, where would he get so much money?

Feng Quji didn't want to bet; this bet was too big.

This bet was his ten-year salary; he couldn't afford to play.

Better safe than sorry.

If this kid was hiding his talent, then he would be crying later!

His family was large and had many businesses, and although they had three million coins, they couldn't squander it like this.

If he alone took out three million coins, his whole family would be waiting to eat dirt.

The other ministers also echoed him.

"Ninth Prince, if you don't want to compete, just say so."

"Three million coins is too much, who can take that out?"

"That's right, if you don't want to compete, just say so; this trick of retreating to advance, this old man is tired of playing it."

"A bet, ten years of salary, whoever bets is a fool."

It's not that they didn't have the money.

They just felt that betting like this wouldn't bring any benefits, so it wasn't worth it.