The Great Ming Demon Pill: Your Majesty, please address me as the Crown Prince!

Chapter 8 You used to call me Dalang, and I didn't mind. What should you call me now?

Zhu Zhanjun's lips twitched slightly.

These little bastards are all die-hard fans of the government.

He coughed lightly.

"Everyone, now that we have a class committee..."

"All job changes, appointments and removals shall be conducted by the class committee through elections."

"We are now a unified whole."

"We must unite as one!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Zhu Yi spoke first.

"Squad leader, how do we achieve unity?"

Zhu Zhanjun gave him an appreciative look, and facing the gazes of the crowd, he spoke with righteous indignation.

"Shift payment!"

Everyone: "???"

Zhang Mao quickly replied.

"Class monitor, what's the class fund for...?"

Zhu Zhanjun said solemnly.

"The so-called class fund is the common fund of our class."

"For the purchase of public items for the class."

"For example, our 'snack cabinet' can't always be filled by the class's life committee member, right? We should use class funds to buy it so that everyone can share it."

"Also, for class activities."

"We can use our class funds to organize a... Cuju (ancient Chinese football) tournament, and the winner will receive a prize!"

"In short, class funds are collected from and used for the class. Everyone has a share and everyone benefits."

"Paying class fees is every student's responsibility and contribution to our 'class community'."

"I will decide how the class funds are used."

The crowd nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand in satisfaction.

"In that case, let's start submitting it now."

After a while.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the thick money bag in front of him.

There are 35 students in the class, and they pay a class fee of 200 strings of cash at the end.

Of course, this was because Yongle Tongbao coins were inconvenient to carry.

They used the Ming Dynasty paper money.

Zhu Zhanjun's teeth felt a little sore.

Damn, these kids are really rich.

Although the Ming Dynasty banknotes have depreciated, they are still usable.

However, he's still quite far from fulfilling his mission as the "master trader of the century."

He hasn't forgotten the Prism mission.

With only half a month to go, give it a shot; the rewards are quite substantial.

That's right, his purpose in collecting class funds was to complete the task.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanjun's expression was off, Zhu Zhanqi asked curiously.

"Squad leader, what's wrong with you?"

The rest of the people's eyes fell on Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun was pondering how to make money when he casually remarked.

"If you have one hundred strings of cash, how can you multiply it a hundredfold in half a month?"

Everyone looked at each other.

What the hell is this question?

Zhu Yi immediately showed an expression of utter admiration.

"While we were still indulging in eating, drinking, and having fun, our class monitor had already begun to contemplate ways to govern the country and benefit the people. We truly admire him!"

Zhu Zhanjun: "..."

You little brat!

That's utter bullshit.

How can this possibly have anything to do with governing the country and benefiting the people?

Zhu Zhanxi, Zhang Mao, Li Heng, Liu Zhong, Zheng Yu, and the others looked on with sudden realization, and all looked at Zhu Zhanjun with admiration.

Zhang Mao couldn't help but say.

"Our squad leader's concern for the country and its people is truly a role model for us all."

"However, class monitor, making a hundredfold profit in half a month is simply impossible in any legitimate business, except through fraud!"

Zhu Zhanxi, Zhang Mao, Li Heng, Liu Zhong, Zheng Yu, and others nodded in deep agreement.

Zhu Zhanjun was taken aback.

"What did you just say?"

Zhang Mao was taken aback and pointed to himself.

"I...I must say, our class monitor is truly a role model for us all."

"Next sentence!" Zhu Zhanjun said impatiently.

Zhang Mao blinked.

"Um, to make a hundredfold profit in half a month, you'd have to resort to fraud..."

Zhu Zhanjun clapped his hands and looked intently at the bewildered crowd.

"I've got it!"

"I have a big project, guys, wanna do it?"

Everyone: "???"

......................

Cheng Guogongfu.

Zhu Yong returned to his residence, casually handed his official robe to the maid who came to greet him, and said something casually.

"Where is Dalang?"

The maidservant quickly replied.

"Ever since Dalang came back, he's been staying in the courtyard for about half an hour."

"Stayed in the yard the whole time?" Zhu Yong was taken aback, somewhat puzzled.

This kid is usually so arrogant when he comes back, but he's so quiet today?

That's a bit strange!

Zhu Yong stroked his beard, walked through the main room, and went to the backyard. There he saw a small figure standing by the lake in the center of the yard, with his hands behind his back.

This kid just stood there for half an hour?

What was it about this lake that attracted him?

Zhu Yong was puzzled and couldn't help but cough lightly.

"Big Brother, what are you doing?"

Zhu Yi slowly turned around, giving her own father a sideways turn.

"Father, I have been appointed as the deputy class monitor by the Third Prince today."

"Father, you used to call me Dalang, and I didn't mind. What should you call me now?"

Zhu Yong: "???"

What nonsense are you spouting, you brat?

He frowned.

"What do you mean by 'vice squad leader' or 'vice squad leader'?"

"What kind of official is this deputy squad leader?"

Zhu Yi shook his head.

"Scholar Yang appointed a headmaster for our class."

"After the Third Prince was elected as the head of the hall, the title of head of the hall was changed to class leader."

"After that, I was appointed as the executive deputy class monitor and joined the class committee standing committee."

"In terms of treatment, they enjoy the same status as class leaders and deputy class leaders with real power."

"In terms of power, they can supervise the entire class."

Zhu Yong: "..."

Hey, this kid's got guts.

He said irritably.

"Such a lowly official, and you're still keeping an eye on him..."

Zhu Yi said unhappily.

"Father, this is because you lack awareness."

"His Highness taught us, 'How high does one have to go to be considered a truly high-ranking official?'"

"Whether it's a lot or a little power, it's all for the benefit of the students."

Zhu Yong: "..."

Goodness, he really couldn't refute that.

The Third Prince that this kid is talking about must be Zhu Zhanjun, the third son of the Prince of Han.

You know quite a lot of principles.

He rolled his eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense to me."

"Tomorrow your cousin Chen Rui will bring your cousin Chen An from Baoding Prefecture. Your maternal uncle's family is repairing their ancestral hall, and they will also bring some local gifts and visit your mother."

"Remember to take good care of them."

Zhu Yi was taken aback upon hearing this and touched his chin.

I thought to myself, "It's good that my cousins ​​came!"

He has just completed the Third Prince's task!

The next day.

Inside the Longchang Hall of the Duke of Cheng's Mansion.

"Rui-ge'er, Xiao An, you've finally arrived! You must have had a long journey!" Zhu Yi quickly stepped forward and greeted Chen Rui, who was at the head of the group, with a smile.

"Big Brother!" Chen Rui, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, smiled and returned the greeting. He was already quite tall and had a scholarly air about him. "How are Uncle and Aunt? We are here on my father's orders. Firstly, we are here to deliver the soil and account books for the repair of the ancestral hall. Secondly, it has been a long time since we last saw each other. My mother specially sent us to visit Aunt."

Chen An, the chubby-faced cousin, chimed in, his voice clear and bright: "Brother Biaoyi! My mother asked me to bring you two boxes of sesame candy from Baoding Prefecture."

Zhu Yi smiled and accepted the candy from Chen An, then led the two of them to their seats.

Chen Rui, on the other hand, had the demeanor of a young adult and was quite composed.

Chen An, who was a year younger than Zhu Yi, was not so well-behaved and looked around curiously.

The three chatted for a few minutes.

Zhu Yi suddenly said.

"Brother Rui, I have a business idea that can make a lot of money. I wonder if you guys are interested!"

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like