Chapter 687 Who Gave Him the Confidence?

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

Then he looked at the man in white standing proudly in front of him, making his son cry.

He swallowed hard.

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

But there was a vague foreboding that things were developing out of control.

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

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

"What?" Sun Jiang's mind buzzed. Who in this mansion is not afraid of his manager Sun? 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 Master's Mansion couldn't stand it anymore and asked for instructions: "Steward Sun, do you want to drag this person 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 him." Liu Ji raised his chin towards the house, glanced at the dumbfounded 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 to look 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 not to choke 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 Preceptor's Mansion. All matters in the mansion, including the punishment and reward of the maids and servants, are left to me to arrange, Sir, the Imperial Preceptor. Now do you know who I am?"

"I know." Liu Ji nodded, carelessly touched the golden door knocker, and kicked the stone lion in front of the door twice. 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 secretly, for fear of harming Chi Yu.

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

Liu Ji, however, seemed to be unable 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 muttered, "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 angrily and strode forward. He 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 a spin and long jump extremely flexibly, and stood beside the stone lion again, shaking his head and making a clicking sound from his mouth, as if he was mocking him.

Once was a coincidence.

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

Could this frail scholar be a hidden martial arts master?

"Steward Sun?" Liu Ji seemed to have just realized that he was following him. He grinned at him, pointed to the open door of the Imperial Master's Mansion and asked, "Are you ready to invite me in?"

Sun Jiang suddenly put on a kind face and said, "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 schedule of servants in our house, the average servant of the lower class earns eight silver coins per month."

Liu Ji raised his hand, "Needless to say, this matter cannot be discussed with a servant like you. 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:

"On such a hot day, your Imperial Master's office is not even willing to give people a drink of water?"

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

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

"Please withdraw. This position of servant belongs 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 this was just a forced effort.

"The Grand Master is here!" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Liu Ji, who was holding on, actually had a moment of weakness in his legs, but! A man must be strong!

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

Sikong Jian, dressed in a long gown painted in red and blue ink, stepped out of the door with his noble head raised, surrounded by his servants. He first smiled and nodded at the excited and admiring candidates and common people in front of the door.

Then he turned around with a flick of his long sleeves, smiling at Liu Ji, a man whose whole body was glowing and so white that people could not ignore him.

The white snake scales reflected a dazzling brilliance under the sunlight. Sikong Jian squinted his eyes slightly to adapt for a while, but still couldn't adapt!

He moved his eyes up and met Liu Ji's sparkling peach eyes.

Although it was the first time they met, Sikong Jian had a sense of certainty in his heart - this boy was worthy of being the disciple chosen by the teacher, and he had the same outstanding appearance as the national master!

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

Liu Ji thought to himself that you are really good at acting, and bowed solemnly, "Ji, meet the master of state."

Sun Jiang couldn't wait to step forward to complain, and his eyes were full of anger when he looked at Liu Ji, wishing to peel off his skin.

Sikong Jian waved his hand, motioning him to stand aside, and secretly observed Liu Ji's expression.

Facing Sun Jiang's murderous aura, he remained calm.

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

So, who gave him the confidence?