After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields Chapter 687

Chapter 687: Who gave him the confidence?

Sun Jiang, the steward of the Imperial Prefecture who was in charge of the recruitment, looked at the boy who ran to the corner and cried.

Look again at the man in white standing proudly in front of him, making his son cry.

Swallowed hard.

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

But there is a vague foreboding that things are developing out of control.

Liu Ji looked Sun Jiang up and down, left and right. He didn't look like he was here to answer a call, but rather like a steward in the government picking and choosing people.

"What's your name?" Liu Ji closed his umbrella, put it directly on the waiting table, and asked with his arms around his chest.

"What?" Sun Jiang's mind buzzed. Who in the house is not afraid of his steward? Who among the people outside wouldn't call him "Master Sun" when they see him?

Liu Ji seemed to be unable to understand the evil aura on his body. He frowned and said disdainfully, "Are you deaf? I asked you what your name is!"

The guards in front of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion couldn't stand it any longer and asked for instructions: "Steward Sun, can you drag this man down?"

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

"I'm here to recruit servants. Please take me in. The gentleman is still waiting for me to serve you." Liu Ji raised his chin towards the house, glanced at the stunned Sun Jiang, and quickly led the way.

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

Seeing the boy running away, Sun Jiang turned back and looked at the arrogant and domineering 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 finally managed to avoid choking with anger. He took two deep breaths to calm down and educated him with an unkind expression:

“I am Sun Jiang, the steward of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion. I am responsible for all matters in the mansion, including the punishment and reward of the maids and servants. Now do you know who I am?”

"Got it." Liu Ji nodded, carelessly touched the golden door knocker, and kicked the stone lion in front of the door. It was quite strong, and he didn't know if it could withstand his wife's fist.

"How dare you be so presumptuous after knowing this!" Sun Jiang shouted angrily, his two hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists, making a tooth-breaking crunching sound, his arms tensed, and his vigorous muscles bulged high. Up, it was very scary.

When the other recruits nearby saw it, they all retreated quietly for fear of harming the fish in the pond.

People say that the National Master is kind and righteous, but Sun Jiang beside him is also well-known in the circle for being cruel and ruthless.

Liu Ji seemed not to feel the terrifying momentum. He squatted in front of the stone lion, stretched out a slender finger to clasp the grooves on it, and murmured, "I will definitely not be able to withstand her fist."

"What are you doing? You can touch the stone lions of the Imperial Prefecture?"

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

Unexpectedly, he turned his body and tilted his head to look at the stone lion's butt, and his palm missed the target.

At this time, Sun Jiang didn't realize anything was wrong, and just thought that his mistake was a coincidence.

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

Suddenly, the man performed an extremely flexible spin and long jump, and stood beside the stone lion again, shaking his head and making a tut-tut sound, as if he was mocking him.

Once was a coincidence.

Twice is no coincidence. Sun Jiang's eyes narrowed in disbelief.

Is this frail scholar still a hidden martial arts master?

“Manager Sun?” Liu Ji seemed to have just noticed that he was following him. He grinned at him, pointed to the open door of the Imperial Prefect's Mansion and asked, “Are you ready to invite me in?”

Sun Jiang suddenly put on a kind face, "Come on, let's discuss the remuneration first before it's too late." He raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation, signaling Liu Ji to move to the table to talk in detail.

Liu Ji was satisfied and said, "This is so decent. You are a servant, and I am raising people in a dignified manner. There should be a distinction between superiority and inferiority."

Sun Jiang's smile froze, and he managed to keep it tight. He suppressed his strong murderous intention, brought Liu Ji to the table, and swept away the oil-paper umbrella he put on the table. "What do you call a person?"

"You look so ugly when you smile." Liu Ji mocked him before replying: "Liu Ji."

Sun Jiang nodded, good, he remembered it!

“According to the monthly regulations for servants in our house, the average monthly salary for lower-class servants is eight coins of silver.”

Liu Ji raised his hand and said, "Needless to say, this matter has nothing to do with you as a servant. You can't make the decision. Wait until your Imperial Master comes out to talk to me."

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

Others were too frightened to speak out, but Liu Ji in front of him didn't react at all. He looked around and asked him in turn:

“In such a hot day, your Imperial Prefect's office is not even willing to give people a drink of water?”

Look at the young people lining up one by one, their faces are all red.

Of course, now that he's here, they won't have anything to worry about.

　　"Please withdraw, this servant's position must belong to me, unless you think you are more beautiful than me." Liu Ji ruffled his hair and began to persuade him to withdraw.

The queue has dispersed, but who is willing to let go of this kind of excitement? Just stay around and won't leave.

Look at Sun Jiang's livid face. There are really not many people in Kyoto who can have such a dark face.

What is the origin of this man named Liu Ji? How dare you even confront Sun Jiang? Aren't you afraid of being retaliated against by this sinister person behind your back?

Afraid, of course Liu Ji was afraid, otherwise he wouldn't have given 60% of the benefits to Qin Yao, just to set up a life-saving card for himself.

All of this is just holding on.

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

Liu Ji, who was holding on strong, actually felt weak in his legs for a moment, but! Men must toughen up!

He pretended not to care, stood up, and looked at the door curiously.

Sikong Jian, dressed in a blue and ink robe, surrounded by his servants, walked out the door with his noble head raised. He first smiled and nodded at the excited and admiring people in front of the door.

Then he turned around with a flick of his long sleeves and looked at Liu Ji, a man whose whole body was glowing and too white to be ignored, with a smile.

The white snake scales refracted the dazzling brilliance under the sunlight. Sikong Jian narrowed his eyes slightly to adapt to it for a while, but he still couldn't get used to it!

　　Moving his gaze upward, he met Liu Ji's shining peach blossom eyes.

Although it was the first time they met, Sikong Jian felt certain in his heart - this boy is indeed the disciple that the teacher has chosen, and he is as good-looking as his own teacher!

“Are you Liu Ji?” Sikong Jian asked with a smile on his face.

Liu Jixin said that you are really good at acting, and bowed seriously, "Ji, I have met the National Preceptor."

Sun Jiang couldn't wait to complain. He looked at Liu Ji with a look in his eyes that made him want to skin him.

Sikongjian waved his hand and motioned for him to stand aside and secretly observe Liu Ji's expression.

Faced with Sun Jiang's murderous intent, he actually remained calm.

But the intelligence sent by his subordinates said that this person was greedy for money and afraid of death, and was a **** who relied on his face to make a living.

So, who gave him the confidence?

Chapter end

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