"You really have no money?"

Wang Yue asked.

"No money!"

Liu Qingqin said as if he wanted money but not death.

"There is no other way. Since you don't have money, then give it to others. A young woman has 50% off for ten thousand yuan, 500,000 yuan, 500,000 yuan, and 500,000 yuan, and 400,000 yuan is almost enough. If there is no twenty million yuan, then you will pay 400,000 yuan. There is really not that much, and you can relax your age, but you can't be over thirty years old. As for whether you have already got married, this is not a big deal. Even if you are married, I, a man from the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't mind."

Wang Yue said.

"Did the king bully me Annanwu's man?"

Liu Qingqin said furiously.

This is a man who can't stand it. There are 400,000 young women. With their current population, 400,000 young women will probably have all the young women collected. Don't care about those who have already married? This means that Vietnamese men have to offer their wives to you Ming men and serve as playthings for you Ming men. Then Vietnamese men are only worthy of guarding a bunch of old women?

It's not just a humiliation!

This is simply stomping the faces of all the men in Vietnam on their feet and repeatedly crushing them!

What's more, they couldn't agree.

If they dare to agree, they will immediately rebel internally, and military and civilians from all over the country will rise up and overthrow them, who are deprived of power and humiliating the country and dedicate their women to the enemy.
Chapter completed!