Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Sell ​​all your possessions and gamble again?

This is not something a human being would say.

Lin Fugui trembled with fear and instinctively raised his hand to slap him.

He wished he could beat this unfilial son to death.

But when he thought of Lin Ping, who had just woken up after being in a coma for several days, he could only suppress his anger.

"The land deeds and field deeds of the family are all in Father's possession; you can forget about touching them."

Lin Fugui revealed a smug smile.

He had long anticipated that Lin Ping, that spendthrift, was capable of anything, so he had hidden away all his family's wealth well in advance.

Although Lin Ping was unruly, he didn't dare to lay a hand on his father directly.

This is also Lin Fugui's bottom line.

However, the Lin Ping of the past was just a mischievous fellow, but the Lin Ping of now is a fearless madman.

"You old codger, I'm tired, help me lie down."

Lin Ping gave the order in an annoyed tone, his eyes fixed on Lin Fugui's wallet.

Lin Fugui didn't think much of it and carefully helped Lin Ping up.

Just then, Lin Ping suddenly made his move, snatching all the money from Lin Fugui's body with lightning speed. Before Lin Fugui could react, Lin Ping had already jumped out of bed and run towards the door.

To prevent Lin Fugui from rushing out to stop him, Lin Ping thoughtfully locked the door.

"You old codger, you stay inside and behave yourself."

Lin Ping left excitedly, carrying all his family's possessions.

His attempt to forcibly sell off his family property in this way will surely anger Lin Fugui, who will then beat him to death again.

"Ping'er, come back, come back!"

Lin Fugui screamed in anguish.

He tried to kick the door open, but it was a very sturdy door specifically designed for Lin Ping's solitary confinement.

In order to avoid arousing suspicion from his mother, Lin Ping went to the kitchen to eat.

"Ping'er, why aren't you resting inside? I'll bring you some food."

Lin's mother said kindly, worried that Lin Ping might tire himself out by walking an extra step.

“I’m worried that Mother might overwork herself. After I finish eating, Mother can go back to rest. I’ll find a few people to clean the yard later, so Mother won’t need to come out if she hears any noise.”

Lin Ping's few kind words completely charmed Lin's mother.

"Alright, alright, my Ping'er is the best."

Lin's mother was overjoyed, unaware that a disaster was about to befall her.

Before long, Lin Ping found countless buyers, and he wanted to sell off the Lin family's assets at a bargain price.

Looking at Lin Ping's spendthrift appearance, everyone looked at him with disdain and cursed him in their hearts, wishing him a terrible death.

But they are businessmen, and profit is their priority. On the surface, they greet Lin Ping with smiles.

"Young Master Lin is indeed very wealthy; we admire him."

"Young Master Lin is truly the number one young master in Jiangcheng Prefecture. Even the young master of the Prefect's family is no match for you!"

They said those things, but in their hearts they thought Lin Ping was the biggest idiot and a complete waste...

"You flatter me, everyone. I, Lin Ping, just have a little too much money and a little too many treasures. Please feel free to take whatever treasures you want. Everything is 20% off today!"

Lin Ping shouted loudly, as if to say that everything was 9.9 yuan with free shipping.

In an instant, the entire Lin residence became lively. All sorts of bottles and jars, calligraphy and paintings by famous people, and even tables and chairs were all placed in the courtyard. The variety of goods was even greater than that of a vegetable market.

A piece of Yue ware celadon costs one hundred taels of silver!

A piece of Xing kiln white porcelain costs eighty taels of silver!

Mr. Wang's calligraphy costs five hundred taels of silver per piece!

……

The crowd snatched the item like mad dogs, offering no objection to Lin Ping's offer.

In no time, the ceramics and calligraphy and paintings were sold out.

Those who missed out on the treasures then turned their attention to various furniture items.

"want to?"

Lin Ping asked with a smile.

"Young Master Lin, how much is this screen from your shop?"

This is a camphor wood screen, a symbol of status for wealthy families.

Not only are they made of precious materials, but they can also bring good fortune to the homeowner.

No one would put a screen up for sale unless they were going bankrupt.

"A rock-bottom price, a thousand taels of silver to make friends!"

Lin Ping readily agreed.

"Yes, yes, let's be friends. From now on, Young Master Lin will be my best friend!"

The wealthy businessman said with a smile.

Before the words were even finished, the two of them simultaneously turned their heads and spat.

Who would want to be friends with a spendthrift?

Lin Ping also didn't want to associate with such a treacherous person who would betray his principles for personal gain.

"Young Master Lin, I've heard that the Lin family owns a bed made of golden nanmu wood, priceless! Would you sell it?"

Another wealthy businessman with pointed ears and monkey-like cheeks asked.

Lin Ping naturally recognized the bed he was referring to; it was the bed his parents slept in.

To be honest, Lin Ping didn't want to go too far, but how could he anger Lin Fugui if he didn't go too far?

"Sell!"

Lin Ping steeled his neck and made up his mind.

He went into the master bedroom, where Lin's mother was resting on the bed.

"Ping'er, have you finished cleaning the yard? Those people outside are so noisy."

Lin's mother asked curiously.

These past few days, she has been extremely worried about Lin Ping's situation, and has barely slept for several nights. Just as she was about to get some sleep, the noise outside made it difficult for her to fall asleep.

"It'll be ready soon, Mom. You can go sleep on the small bed next to me. This big bed also needs to be cleaned."

Lin Ping said in a very serious tone.

Lin's mother had no doubts about his words and obediently got out of bed.

Lin Ping quickly waved to the outside, and several burly men rushed in and swiftly moved the bed away.

In the end, Lin Ping sold the bed for two thousand taels of silver.

Not only that, he also sold off all the thousand acres of land that the Lin family had acquired.

He originally intended to sell the house as well, but his conscience made him stop.

After completing his task, he left without a second thought, while the Lin family was left to sleep on the streets.

Lin Ping was not a particularly wicked person; he simply wanted to complete the mission as quickly as possible and wouldn't go too far.

Lin Ping made a total of 50,000 taels of silver from this transaction.

He hid 40,000 taels under his mother's pillow as a retirement fund for his parents.

The remaining ten thousand taels of silver must be lost at the gambling den; otherwise, it will be difficult to maintain the reputation of a spendthrift.

And so, Lin Ping swaggered into the gambling den with ten thousand taels of silver in his hand.

Upon seeing Lin Ping, many people's eyes lit up with envy.

He's definitely a little lamb to the slaughter.

In their struggle to win money, many gamblers have resorted to violence, nearly resulting in fatalities.

Finally, the gambling den owner showed up, determined to win all of Lin Ping's ten thousand taels of silver himself.

"Young Master Lin, why didn't you give me any notice before you came? I would have sent someone to your residence to fetch you!"

The gambling den owner was extremely respectful.

He wasn't going to the Lin residence to pick someone up; he was clearly going to collect money.

Seeing the other person's undisguised gaze, Lin Ping smiled.

If both sides get what they want, then let's just make it quick and easy!

Lin Ping knew nothing about the rules of the gambling den; he only knew to place bets and leave the rest to time.

As expected, an accident occurred.

The God of Wealth played a huge joke on him.

Lin Ping wins no matter what he bets on.

At first, he thought it was a gambling den's trick, letting you taste some sweetness first, and then getting you deeper and deeper into it.

But Lin Ping always bets all his money, and if the gambling den wins even once, he leaves empty-handed. Why bother playing tricks on him?

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lin Ping won 40,000 taels of silver.

Don't they want to win?