The Head of the Ming Dynasty Spared His Life

This is my rich man from the Ming Dynasty?

3.6 Why before, when the disaster victims were hit by the disaster, each of them was a rooster, but now Yan Song treats him to a meal or a play, and they all jump up like a fighting dog in heat?

"Oh my God, the Qian family in Hangzhou is happy to donate 10 taels?" Chen Yuanyuan's beautiful eyes widened.

"Here, the Huang family, a big weaving family in Suzhou, is happy to lose 20 taels, and [-] bolts of cotton cloth?" Nie Yinniang grinned happily from ear to ear.

"What did I see? Jiangnan Zhen's family, known as the richest man in Hangzhou, is willing to donate 30 taels?"

"And this one, a family I've never heard of, the Zhou family, the owner of an underground bank, 36 taels?"

Everyone, petrified.

It's just a meal, a show.

The meal money and theater tickets are so valuable?

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Chapter 310 Jiajing is Lost in Money Again [5]

Gai Nie, Nie Yinniang, Lu Quan and Yan Nian were all stunned by the generosity of these wealthy businessmen.

Yan Song waved his hand indifferently with a disgusted look of "having never seen the world", and said, "What is this little money? The elder of the pavilion will accompany me personally, the emperor will attend in person, and I, Yuanyuan, a famous Kunqu Opera actor in Ming Dynasty, will play the leading role in person. Is it worth the money?"

Yan Song thought for a while, and told Yan Nian: "Let the news spread, the minimum limit for the top 1 great benefactors received by the emperor is [-] taels. If you want to spend a few thousand taels of silver to make up for it, don't come here wishful thinking. "

Several people snickered.

Chen Yuanyuan looked at Yan Song with an adoring expression of "you are so talented" when Baiyun looked at Heitu, and his eyes were like little stars.

Mr. Yan Ge is really good at making money, turning stone into gold.

It was just a charity performance for disaster relief. Chen Yuanyuan originally thought that as long as he could raise a few 10 taels of silver, it would be Amitabha. Who would have thought that Mr. Yan Ge would actually set off such a big firework?

Thinking of the [-] disaster victims, there will be no fear of famine from now on, Chen Yuanyuan is full of energy, and goes back to work.

After the news got out, the competition for the top [-] "great benevolent people" seats became even more popular, and they were hyped to sky-high prices.

Although 1 taels of silver is a lot, it did not scare off too many people.After all, there is heaven and there are Suzhou and Hangzhou, and there are too many rich people in Suzhou and Hangzhou.

This bottom line was quickly raised and refreshed.

Three days later, before the start of the disaster relief charity performance, Yan Song and others counted up the charitable donations, which reached a jaw-dropping figure.

One thousand six million taels of silver.

For a thousand seats of good people, tens of millions of taels of silver were sold.

Even if there are 10 people affected by the disaster, each person can get a full hundred taels of silver.

This number not only made Chen Yuanyuan dumbfounded and jumped with joy, but even Emperor Jiajing who heard about it was stunned.

"Yan Aiqing..." Emperor Jiajing hurriedly called Yan Song over, and said with a bewildered look on his face, "I heard that you raised tens of millions of taels of silver for the victims of the disaster relief charity performance? It is even more effective than the imperial court's disaster relief."

Jiajing is not exaggerating.

The Ming Dynasty was financially tight, and in all previous disaster relief efforts, the 10-scale victims were only given a million at most. To put it bluntly, it was mainly on the victims themselves.

Right now, Yan Song fired the cannon so hard that he got tens of millions of taels in one go, even the poor and crazy Emperor Jiajing was tempted.

Yan Song hurriedly said modestly: "The emperor has rewarded them. These big households are willing to donate generously because of the emperor's praise and reputation for helping the victims. I only raised the money with the help of the emperor's banner."

Before raising funds, Yan Song asked Jiajing for instructions, and got Jiajing's permission to meet the great benevolent people before he dared to publicize it. Jiajing also knew about this, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good, and his face to be so valuable.

"Yan Aiqing, you said that since the imperial palace was set on fire and the internal treasury couldn't be repaired because of the embarrassment, can we raise 800 million taels of silver in the name of charity fundraising?" Jiajing's face was full of money fans, and his eyes were shining with silver light.

Yan Song was speechless for a while.

Well... the emperor has suffered from a poor disease again.Seeing so much money, he became obsessed with money, and even tried to beg for food from the rich people in the world regardless of the emperor's dignity.

This is really, really speechless.

Jiajing, if you disagree with each other, you will eat. Have a bit of backbone, okay?

Yan Song felt ashamed.

He was slandering in his heart, but there was a smile on his face.

"Your Majesty, the donation this time is not due to your ability, but your majesty's face is valuable." Yan Song is very modest, it is better to evade such things.

Jiajing looked confused: "My face?"

"These wealthy businessmen, why did they come here for this meal and this scene? They all came here to ask the emperor to meet him once, and to win the reputation of being kind and charitable." Yan Song said solemnly: "The emperor wants to raise funds. Of course it is feasible. But you have to think of a proper name for charity before you can reach out. Otherwise, if the emperor is rich all over the world, and the inner court directly asks for charity, I am afraid that the effect will not be good."

He said it tactfully, but Jiajing also understood that it is not acceptable for an emperor to beg for food.

Unless you can find something like disaster relief and war, the wealthy businessman is not stupid and won't give it to him.

Jiajing raised his head and made a haha: "So that's the case, I was just joking with you. Haha. This time I raised tens of millions of silver for charity, which is enough for [-] disaster victims. It also saved a lot of money for the court, didn't I? Hahaha !"

Yan Song looked at Jiajing, who was laughing up to the sky and hiding his embarrassment, with a little contempt in his heart, and nodded on his face.

"Okay! I'm going to meet you now, and see these kind people who are willing to do good." Jiajing got up and left.

In front of the big stage, the house is full of guests, rich people gather, there are local tyrants talking and laughing, and there are no white people.

There are hundreds of tables filled with benevolent people from all walks of life, and they are basically the richest and most powerful households in Suzhou and Hangzhou.