Suddenly, someone in the crowd raised their hand and shouted.

“I, Song Sanjin, am willing to donate 100,000 taels of silver to help the people in the city overcome their difficulties.”

They said it nicely, but they were actually after the token.

Su An looked at the speaker with a smile.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this person was none other than Boss Song, who had previously claimed to be poor after his shop was raided by Fu Zhun.

Didn't you say that you had used all your savings to buy medicinal herbs?

How come you have money again now?

Su An couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Meeting her gaze, Boss Song was clearly a little guilty, and quickly looked away and lowered his head.

Su An pretended not to know, glanced at the accountant next to him, and gave the order in a loud voice.

"Alright, make a note of it. Our Boss Song raised 100,000 taels of silver. Is there anyone offering a higher price? If not, this token will belong to Boss Song!"

She had barely finished speaking when someone else spoke up.

"I, Sun Da, am willing to donate 150,000 taels of silver!"

"I, Ren Yong, am willing to donate two hundred thousand taels of silver!"

Two hundred and fifty thousand, three hundred thousand, five hundred thousand...

As the amount soared to five million taels, Su An couldn't stop smiling.

The disaster relief funds only amounted to five million taels, but according to a rough calculation, the amount of silver she raised was at least ten million taels, more than double the amount she raised.

I thought that five million would be the maximum.

Just as Su An was about to make the final decision, a middle-aged man with a large belly and a wealthy appearance stood up and said in a deep voice.

"I, Qian Dafu, will offer eight million taels of silver. I'm making this clear today: I am determined to obtain the prince's token."

The implication is that those who aren't afraid of going bankrupt can continue to raise prices.

Upon hearing this, the merchants below immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

After all, the Qian family is the richest family in the city, with assets of hundreds of millions. Who would dare to compare their assets with them?

With such a wealthy and powerful person present, everyone had no choice but to accept their fate.

"Alright, the price has now reached eight million taels. Is there anything else you want to raise?"

Su An's expectant gaze swept over the crowd, and he encouraged them loudly.

They were indeed wealthy, but five million taels was all they had left. Even if they sold their houses, they probably still couldn't compete with Qian Dafu, and would have to give up with resentment.

"Eight million taels once, eight million taels twice, eight million taels three times, okay, deal!"

"Thank you all for your support. Now, let's collect all your money based on the amounts recorded earlier!"

Su An bowed deeply to the merchants and then immediately instructed the shop assistants to collect the money.

The men had never seen so much silver in their lives, and they were quite excited.

Then, Su An held the token in his hand, showed it to everyone, and finally handed it to Boss Qian.

"According to the rules, this token will belong to Mr. Qian. Mr. Qian can use the token to change his household registration with the Prince. In addition, because Mr. Qian is so generous, I have decided to give him a piece of calligraphy personally written by the Prince."

After saying this, Su An quickly took out paper and pen and handed them to Fu Zhun.

She bent down, gently bit her lip, blinked her eyes, clasped her hands together, and bowed to him, pleading.

“Fu Zhun, I’ve already made the announcement. You wouldn’t want me to lose face, would you? Besides, he offered eight million taels, which is no small sum. Just write ‘The Greatest Philanthropist in the World’ to appease him, please.”

"You promised me you would cooperate with me."

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Fu Zhun felt his heart melt completely, and shook his head indulgently with a soft laugh.

"Fine, I'll make an exception for today."

His calligraphy and paintings are priceless, and now Qian Dafu is exchanging eight million taels for one of his calligraphy and paintings and a token, which is indeed a good deal.

The next moment, Fu Zhun rolled up his sleeves, picked up a pen, sketched a few lines on the paper, and then stopped.

On the Xuan paper, seven large characters are vigorous and powerful, with ink flowing freely.

Upon receiving Fu Zhun's handwritten inscription, Qian Dafu beamed with joy, his eyes practically disappearing. He quickly took the calligraphy and painting, examined them closely, and showered them with praise.

"Your Highness's calligraphy is vigorous and powerful, full of life and spirit; it is truly a rare treasure! Eight million taels of silver for this treasure is well worth it!"

Seeing this, Su An finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She then stood up, clapped her hands mysteriously, and continued speaking.

"Don't be discouraged if you didn't get a token. With me, as long as you participate, you will definitely not leave empty-handed. Here are some small prizes, which I will give away in order of your donation amount."

Then a shop assistant carried over a large box covered with a red cloth.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Su An walked up to it, gently pulled off the red cloth covering it, revealing what was inside.

Inside were exquisite jade pendants, uniquely designed stationery sets, and some teapots and teacups...

Looking at those things, Chu Yi, who had been secretly observing everything from the private room upstairs, couldn't help but twitch his lips and spit out a mouthful of tea.

No way, this works?!

Chu Yi quickly gave instructions to Fu Hai, who was standing to the side.

"Fuhai, go and check my room. Is anything missing?"

Fu Hai accepted the order and hurriedly left.

Not long after, Fuhai returned, but his face looked terrible.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty's room... is empty."

"This jade pendant was worn by His Majesty, as were these writing implements, teapot, and teacups... Take these things back and let them absorb His Majesty's dragon aura, and all of you bosses will surely have smooth sailing in everything you do and your businesses will flourish."

Su An pointed to the items in the box and explained them one by one.

The token was taken by Qian Dafu, and the others got nothing but still had to pay money.

Everyone was initially displeased, but after hearing what she said, their resentment dissipated considerably. They all took out their money, grabbed their things, and left happily.

Seeing this, Su An clapped his hands, crossed his arms, and showed a satisfied expression.

Wasn't that dog emperor trying to make things difficult for her? Then she'd give him a taste of his own medicine and send all the things in his room out. Anyway, these things were all hers, so even if the dog emperor blamed her, he couldn't be held responsible.

In the private room, Fuhai looked at the mountain of silver notes and couldn't help but sigh.

"To be able to raise so much disaster relief money in such a short time, this Miss Su is very shrewd."

Chu Yi's eyes were deep and dark. He took out a folding fan and gently waved it, his tone tinged with coldness.

"Yes! She is indeed a prodigy, but it's a pity that she is in cahoots with the Imperial Uncle, so she is destined not to be of my use!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Hai's eyes darted around, but he bent over and revealed a meaningful smile.

"This old servant believes there might still be a chance for things to turn around."