Looking at Zhou Qi's helpless expression, Mo Zizai did not explain too much.

He didn't really care about the throne, and as for Tang Weiyi, he wanted to take him away, so he naturally didn't care much.

Therefore, when neither of them value this position very much, it is normal for Mo Zizai to gamble with Jiangshan Safety on his own. At worst, I don’t want it after losing, and I can’t afford to lose again. What are you afraid of?

As for taking the people of the world as their own responsibility and saving the people from the fire and water, he did not have this awareness at all. If his abilities were sufficient, he would not mind making the people of the world live a better life and guide them to a harmonious civilized society. However, if his abilities were insufficient, he would not sacrifice his life to seek welfare for the people.

After all, he is not a director of Boruto, so why are you so passionate?

After returning to the mansion, Mo Zizai looked at the tea leaves in Zhou Qi's hand and asked, "Is this tea good?"

"Yes." Zhou Qi opened the tea and looked carefully, then nodded. Although he did not drink tea, he still knew this luxury. "The best Wuyi tea is produced by several thousand-year-old tea trees on Wuyi Mountain. The quantity is extremely limited. People often say that one or two tea leaves are one or two gold, which is about this kind of tea. In terms of price, it can be equivalent to gold."

"If you sell these five kilograms of tea, it will be no problem to sell a few thousand taels at will."

Speaking of this, Zhou Qi shook his head and said, "The most important thing is that the amount of this kind of tea is very small. It only costs about one pound to supply to the palace every year. Qiange Lao can actually have a stock of five pounds, which is really rare."

"This shows that the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue has not been in vain."

Mo Zizai silently wrote another note for Qian Min in his heart, and then he made the note. He had to knock on him again, "Leave three cans of this tea, and I will take it to the palace tonight."

He remembered that Tang Weiyi still liked drinking tea. Although she was not very picky about tea, she thought that such precious tea was a little better than ordinary ones.

"As for the rest..."

Mo Zizai thought silently in his heart. Zhou Qi didn't like to drink tea, so he stopped giving it to him. For others, Jia Fu was the only one who liked to drink tea.

Oh, no, there are Qiu Wuping and his sixth uncle.

Manager Qiu naturally needs no need to say anything. During this period, I followed him almost every day, so I just didn’t have to protect him in person. It’s okay to send him some tea.

As for Uncle Six, although he hasn't had much contact in recent years, he has been taken care of by him when he was a child, so it's okay to send some tea.

"There are the remaining tea leaves in three parts, leave one for Jia Fu, and send the other two for General Manager Qiu and my sixth uncle."

As soon as he said that, before Zhou Qi could agree, Mo Zizai changed his mind again, "Forget it, don't go to see him off on Uncle Six. When he has time, I will deliver him on himself."

After Yang Weishang revealed his identity, Mo Zizai suddenly realized that he had no idea about his family, neither knew his father very much, nor did he know the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty very well.

So he wanted to take time to ask his sixth uncle. After all, the Great Zhou Dynasty has been in existence for 800 years. Has it not left any foundation? He remembered that when he read novels before, a dynasty with a long history would jump out of an old monster that never died. Did the Great Zhou Dynasty not leave anything?

"Your Majesty, you are back."

Just as Mo Zizai was speculating whether there was any secret trump card in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Jia Fu came up, "I'm just about to go find the prince."

"What are you looking for me?"

Seeing that Jia Fu was not in a hurry, Mo Zizai didn't care. Then he took two cans of tea from Zhou Qi and handed it over, "By the way, you came, Mr. Qian Ge sent some tea. You divide these two cans into three parts, you keep one, and you give the remaining two to Manager Qiu. Finally, I have time to send the sixth uncle to the last part."

"I originally wanted Zhou Qi to send him off, but it was obviously not as convenient as you when he entered the palace, so you should go there."

"I thanked the prince."

Jia Fu didn't care much when he took the tea, but after a closer look, he couldn't help but be surprised, "Is this the best Wuyi tea?"

As the former steward of the Prince's Mansion, Jia Fu had eaten and seen it. He recognized Wuyi tea at a glance and couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart: "Old Qian Ge is worthy of being the Minister of Revenue, and he is generous in his actions."

Hearing Jia Fu's praise, Zhou Qi remembered Qian Min's changing expression when she was blackmailed, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, "Ge Lao Qian, it's indeed... quite generous."

"That's right, after all, he's the elder, how could he be stingy?"

Mo Zizai looked completely unnatural, as if the tea leaves were really given to him by Qian Min. "In addition to these teas, there are still 500,000 taels of silver. When the people from Qian Mansion come back, Jia Fu, you can inspect it. It's not enough to lose one tael."

"And... still... there are still 500,000 taels of silver?"

Jia Fu was a little confused. Giving tea can also be said to be a gift. What does giving money mean? Whose family gives gifts and money?

"Well, I earned it from drinking tea."

Mo Zizai nodded and deliberately emphasized, "It took him almost half an hour to earn so much tea. It's so hard to make money."

“…”

Jia Fu was speechless, but he had already reacted at this time, who knew Mo Zizai very well. The 500,000 taels were probably not what Qian Min really wanted to give, but what his prince insisted on, including those kilograms of Wuyi tea, perhaps it was not what people really wanted to give.

But what does that have to do with him? As long as it is brought by the prince, it will all belong to the prince. Whether he is Qiange or Yangge, as long as he has something promised to the prince, he can't lose a penny.

"Don't worry, the old slave will definitely check the silver you have earned with hard work. Not to mention one or two taels less, even if you have one penny less, the old slave will go and get it back in person."

Looking at Jia Fu's appearance, Mo Zizai showed a bright smile on his face. In this world, the only one who can support him without any reason is Jia Fu, except for the Tang Weiyi sisters.

"By the way, what did you do when you came to me just now?"

"Oh, that's it."

After Mo Zizai said this, Jia Fu remembered the serious business, "Xue Wanche, the leader of Tianjing Wei, came to you, and it seems that there is something important to discuss with you."

"He has been here twice. When he came yesterday, he left because you were not here, so he came again today."

"Xue Wanche?"

Mo Zizai instantly remembered the person who fought with Zhou Qi on the street, and couldn't help but wonder, "What are he going to do?"

"Eighty percent, it came for the swords of the princes."

Zhou Qi, who was following Mo Zizai, had some guesses, "He has been stuck in the bottleneck of the Spirit Realm for a long time. If he could contact the sword intent in advance, it would be very likely to break the bottleneck of the Spirit Realm."

"I thought he would come to the prince the next day without his personality, but I didn't expect him to be so calm."

After hearing Zhou Qi say this, Mo Zizai couldn't help but look at him in surprise. Unexpectedly, Zhou Qi, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, was so treacherous.

When you see a person's first face, you will immediately give him a trap. It's really a must for people to behave like a person.
Chapter completed!