Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Mu Tou whispered, "Young Master..." But before he could finish, he was interrupted by Zhang Jingwei. Zhang Jingwei carefully placed his index finger in front of his lips, silencing him. Then, he lowered his voice and said, "Shh, let's see what happens first."

At that moment, a fierce melee unfolded in the Yang family's courtyard. Several figures clashed, one wielding a hammer with all his might. It was clear this young man had no form or technique, simply relying on brute force to attack. Despite his robust physique, his lack of training soon wore him down, and he was eventually knocked to the ground by his opponent.

Seeing the young man fall to the ground, the Tian family immediately swarmed over him like hungry wolves, launching a violent flurry of punches and kicks at him. The young man could only curl up tightly on the ground, tightly protecting his face with both hands to reduce the damage.

At this moment, a terrified cry came from the main room: "Brother Liu!" It turned out that Yang Xier saw the situation outside and couldn't help but shout out in worry. Hearing Yang Xier's cry, the young man lying on the ground hurriedly responded: "Xier, don't come out! It's dangerous!"

Meanwhile, Zhang Jingwei, who had been standing outside the door watching with aloof eyes, calmly straightened his luxurious brocade clothes, then cleared his throat and coughed twice, as if he felt the time had come for him to step up and save the beautiful woman. Then, he stepped into the courtyard, a faint smile on his face, and said loudly, "Sister Yang's house is really bustling today!"

The Tian family members who were beating someone up suddenly heard the strange voice and stopped and turned to look at the door. The first to speak was the bloated woman from the Tian family. She looked Zhang Jingwei up and down, a hint of greed in her eyes, and muttered, "Oh, where did this young master come from? Look at his clothes, all made of fine brocade."

Then, a middle-aged man with a face full of flesh echoed, "That's right, Mr. Yang, your daughter is so lucky that even such a rich young man has come to visit her." After saying this, he turned to Zhang Jingwei and asked in a stern tone, "Young master, I wonder what brings you here?"

Zhang Jingwei frowned slightly, looked at the Tian family man in front of him, and said, "I'm looking for Yang Xier. May I ask who you are?"

The Tian family man crossed his arms and replied arrogantly, "We're here to collect a debt! The Yang family owes our Tian family a large sum of money, and it's not a small amount!"

Zhang Jingwei's heart tightened, but he remained calm and asked, "Oh? How much is it? Could you let me know so I can see if I can repay Sister Yang's debt?"

The Tian family man's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a sly smile. He said calmly, "We're not the kind of people who are unreasonable and refuse to admit their debts. Yesterday, we collected the funeral expenses for your brother and sister-in-law. Today, of course, we're going to ask for the expenses needed to take care of my poor nephew in prison."

Hearing this, Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but interrupt, "What about tomorrow? Is there another reason?"

The Tian family man sneered and continued, "That's right! Tomorrow we have to ask for the living expenses that Yang Xier has spent eating, drinking, defecating and urinating in our Tian family over the years. As for the day after tomorrow... hehe, I haven't thought about it yet! But I'm sure I'll come up with a reason by then."

Zhang Jingwei suppressed his inner anger. He glared at the Tian family man and said loudly, "You haven't thought about the day after tomorrow yet? How about I help you calculate it!"

The Tian family man shamelessly responded: "Thank you!"

Zhang Jingwei crossed his arms over his chest, a sneer on his lips, and said slowly: "The day after tomorrow, I will ask the Yang family for the lost wages incurred by the Tian family not working these days; the day after tomorrow, I will ask for the nutrition expenses for the children of the Tian family; the day after that, of course, I will have to ask for the maintenance expenses for the elderly people of the Tian family; the day after that... the old man of the Tian family passed away, and there will be another burial fee!" As he spoke, he glanced at the Tian family in front of him with the corner of his eye, his eyes full of mockery and disdain.

Finally, a member of the Tian family couldn't help but stand up and pointed at Zhang Jingwei, saying indignantly, "Sir, what you said is really harsh! It's obvious that you are here to pick a fight!"

However, Zhang Jingwei remained unfazed, still responding with a mocking expression, "Since that's the case, let's be frank. How about this? Give me a hundred taels of silver, and then sign a document promising never to cause trouble for the Yang family again. How do you say that?"

Upon hearing this, the Tian family woman standing nearby suddenly widened her eyes and shouted in astonishment, "One...one hundred taels! Silver?! How can someone come up with so much money?"

At this time, the man from the Tian family seemed a little hesitant, but finally gritted his teeth and said, "No! Our owner has set his eyes on Yang Xier from the Yang family and plans to spend a hundred taels to make her his concubine. Your price is not worth it!"

Seeing this, Zhang Jingwei raised his voice slightly and shouted firmly, "Alright then! Two hundred taels! This is my bottom line. No less. And it's a fixed price. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never see it again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man from the Tian family was stunned at first, then his face showed an excitement that was hard to conceal, and he nodded hurriedly and said: "Okay... two hundred taels is two hundred taels! Deal!" He didn't expect that his nonsense would double the price.

Zhang Jingwei quickly wrote three copies of the receipt, and then took out a note with two hundred yuan written on it and handed it to the man from the Tian family.

"The two hundred yuan owed by the Yang family has been fully repaid today. This receipt serves as proof that both parties will owe each other nothing in the future. Zhang Jingwei from Yunzhou serves as witness! Three copies are made to prove fairness." Zhang Jingwei read out the receipt word by word and called Yang Laoguan to sign and seal it.

Old Yang looked haggard. He could recognize some words and frowned when he first saw the document. Zhang Jingwei, on the other hand, had a playful look on his face and the corners of his mouth twitched with a smirk.

The Tian family man's eyes widened in anger as he pointed at Zhang Jingwei and shouted, "You are Zhang Jingwei, the murderer who forced my brother and his wife to death!"

Zhang Jingwei looked at him calmly, his lips curled up slightly as he sneered, "Do you want money, or do you want to reason with a so-called vicious person like me?"

After hearing this, the Tian family man's face changed slightly, but soon returned to normal. He said with a smile, "Oh, Master Zhang, you really love to joke. We are all reasonable people, how can we not be reasonable? However... although it's reasonable, money is also important. After all, my poor brother and his wife still have a family to support."

Zhang Jingwei nodded, casually pulled out a banknote from his pocket, threw it in front of the Tian family man, and said, "In that case, you can take this money. Take it, and sign it quickly."

When the man from the Tian family saw this, a hint of greed flashed in his eyes, and he quickly responded, "Okay! Thank you, Young Master Zhang, for your generosity!" As he said that, he reached out to grab the banknote.

However, at this moment, the woman from the Tian family suddenly rushed forward, snatched the banknote, examined it carefully, and asked suspiciously: "Boss, is this banknote real or fake? Don't let them fool you!"

Upon hearing this, the man from the Tian family was immediately furious. He turned around and glared at his wife, cursing: "What do you know, woman! Can't you see that it clearly says 'two hundred taels' here? You are really short-sighted!" After that, he snatched the banknote away, as if he was afraid that Zhang Jingwei would go back on his word.

Afterwards, the Tian family man hurriedly signed his name on the contract and pressed his fingerprint. Zhang Jingwei, expressionless, carefully put away the notarized copy.