He was so angry that his beard was shaking.

These people are sick.

What a pervert! I even want to share the same cloth with him!

Who is it! Who is it!

The old emperor sitting on the dragon throne laughed angrily.

His eyes swept fiercely over the ministers present.

Some of those who bought the red shorts couldn't help but touch their buttocks.

"snort."

The old emperor was unhappy because he hadn’t bought it yet!

[Damn, so Chen Decai went to Wangyue Embroidery Shop yesterday to buy red shorts for the old emperor? ]

The ministers, who had shrunk like quails, raised their heads one by one and looked at the old emperor above.

They buy it to get promoted and make money, why are you, Your Majesty, joining in the fun?

The old emperor coughed awkwardly and raised his voice.

"So, do you have any suitable candidates?"

People from various parties in front of the hall were immediately eager to try.

Delivering disaster relief funds is a lucrative job. First, you can make a little money. Second, it will be a great achievement once the funds are delivered. Third, it is just a simple delivery, not disaster relief.

All of a sudden, many people wanted to eat this piece of fat mutton.

The recommended candidates were a mixed bag.

[There are few reliable people among those recommended. They are all greedy to some extent. What is this called? This is called having dirty hands and feet. It is ok to be greedy at ordinary times, but how can you be greedy for disaster relief funds?]

[Also, Jiangnan Road is usually very rich, and everyone from top to bottom is greedy. The old emperor should have his own people go to provide disaster relief. If he really lets the locals do it, who knows how much money will actually reach the victims.]

When the old emperor heard this, his expression gradually became solemn.

[Just let the prince do it. ]

The old emperor's eyes lit up.

The prince wanted to throw his shoes at Shen Zhiyi.

The old emperor's style.