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

In fact, even if the meals were completely free, Qingfenglou wouldn't lose much money.

Firstly, those who can enter Qingfeng Tower are all high-ranking officials and nobles, and they have plenty of oil in their bellies, so they can't eat much.

Secondly, in addition to food and wine, Qingfeng Tower also had female entertainers who played the zither and sang songs, which was also a significant source of income, since these literati valued elegance the most.

Right now, Boss Qingfeng's biggest worry is that he won't be able to remove the second line, so it's necessary to try to satisfy Lin Ping and get him to agree in the end.

However, he misjudged Lin Ping's strength, or more precisely, he misjudged Lin Ping's shamelessness, and of course, this matter was not put behind him.

Lin Ping ran to the middle of the street, cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone, and shouted, "The City Lord's Mansion is hosting a feast today, everyone come to Qingfeng Tower and have a taste!"

The loud voice reached everyone's ears, and everyone was stunned.

What kind of place is Qingfeng Tower?

For the rich, this is a place to curry favor with officials; for intellectuals, it is a place to indulge in refined pursuits; for the poor, it is a place to fill their stomachs!

Just as everyone was hesitating, Lin Ping's voice rang out again; this guy was practically a broken record.

If anyone else had said this, it would be unbelievable, but only the son-in-law of the city lord, who was currently enjoying great influence, could not possibly lie about it.

And so, people put down the heavy logs on their shoulders and dropped the hot bricks... They surged towards the gate of Qingfeng Tower like a whirlwind, shouting in unison, "Lord City Lord, you have saved the people from their suffering and love them like your own children..."

Looking at the swarm of people like locusts, Zhu Xiaoji and the others were dumbfounded. They all re-evaluated Lin Ping's shamelessness, but in their hearts, they admired him greatly.

The owner of Qingfenglou was ashen-faced and trembling like a leaf. He stumbled and fell to the ground, having exhausted all his strength to stop himself.

Extensive experience has shown that there should be no buffet restaurants next to construction sites, because every worker has the ability to teach a young boss a lesson, not to mention that they can eat for free and at a high quality.

"Brother Tang, Brother Zhu, Brother Xu, let's go in and take a look too."

Lin Ping spoke casually, as if nothing had happened.

"Brother Lin is mighty, please accept our utmost respect."

Zhu Xiaoji and the others bowed deeply, almost kneeling on the ground.

Lin Ping completely overturned the other party's worldview, forcing them to redefine the term "spendthrift."

A true spendthrift not only squanders his own family's wealth, but also his father-in-law's, and even all the wealthy families, distributing the money equally among the common people to achieve common prosperity.

Lin Ping would naturally not accept their kneeling; he would only accept their land deeds and house deeds.

The crowd of people had already packed the gate so tightly that it was impossible to pass. Upon seeing Lin Ping, they consciously made way for him, naturally not wanting to block the path of the God of Wealth.

The group went to the top-class private room on the fourth floor, which was the highest-level room that only the wealthy could enter. As for the rooms on the fifth floor, they were reserved for princes and ministers.

This room is about two zhang square, and it is made entirely of the finest wood. The walls around it are decorated with many calligraphy and paintings by famous people, exuding an antique charm.

In the center was an eight-immortal table, surrounded by eight tall stools, the seating arrangement being extremely elaborate.

"Sir, what would you like to eat?"

The owner of Qingfenglou smiled obsequiously, thinking of getting rid of this plague god as soon as possible.

Thinking about this, the owner of Qingfeng Tower was puzzled. Lin Ping seemed to be a spendthrift, so how could he come up with such a wonderful second line?

As the owner of Qingfenglou spoke, he handed over a menu in a camphor wood frame.

Lin Ping glanced at it disdainfully and said unhappily, "I can't read, and I can't understand the dishes on the menu. How about this, I'll have two servings of everything."

The owner of Qingfenglou had never seen such a shameless person. How could someone who couldn't read possibly compose a couplet?

Are you kidding me? Besides, if you order two portions of everything, you simply can't finish it all.

"Sir, please look this way."

The owner of Qingfenglou knocked on the door frame and pointed to the large characters on it.

Lin Ping glanced at it and saw that it read: "No takeout of food or drinks!"

This is like they're not allowing takeout!

It's like it was made specifically for someone like Lin Ping.

Actually, Qingfenglou is not a buffet; customers have to pay for every dish. The reason for refusing takeout is to prevent the recipes from being leaked, but it turned out to have a special purpose today.

Lin Ping wasn't angry at all. Instead, he gave a bright smile and muttered, "No takeout? But I didn't mean to take out. We eat half and throw the other half away. That's a motto I've kept since I was a child."

Eat half and throw the other half away?

"Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for such waste?" The owner of Qingfeng Tower felt a chill run down his spine.

He had no choice but to obediently order the cooks to prepare it.

"and many more!"

Just as the owner of Qingfeng Tower was about to flee, Lin Ping stopped him again: "The owner of Qingfeng Tower surely understands the principle that no celebration is complete without wine..."

Lin Ping's sinister expression was truly frightening. The owner of Qingfenglou's breathing quickened again, and he loudly ordered the waiter, "Prepare four large jars of fine wine for Master Ping."

The owner of Qingfenglou believed that the four large jars of fine wine would satisfy Lin Ping, since each jar contained ten jin (about 5 kg), enough for them to drink to their heart's content.

To everyone's surprise, Lin Ping shook his head again and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Give me twenty jars of bean wine!"

Thump... The owner of Qingfeng Tower fell to the ground. This was no fake fall; he was terrified out of his wits.

Doujiu is the best wine in Qingfenglou, and it is even the imperial wine exclusively supplied to the court. Each jar is worth ten taels of silver. He didn't want to take out even one jar, but Lin Ping shamelessly asked for twenty jars.

Are you planning to take a bath in soy wine and then make yourself a plate of drunken chicken...?

"Sir, there are only four of you. Even if you drink one jar and smash another, it will only take eight jars..."

The owner of Qingfenglou stammered, not daring to refute, offering only a suggestion at most.

“That seems to make sense…” Lin Ping frowned, nodding repeatedly, and muttered, “I only thought about making sure all the servants could drink, but I forgot to smash every jar they drank. That’s right, just like the owner of Qingfeng Tower said, bring forty jars of bean wine!”

The owner of Qingfenglou collapsed to the ground, repeatedly slapping himself: "My stinking mouth deserves to be hit, it really deserves to be hit!"

Zhu Xiaoji and the others were so shocked they couldn't speak. They never imagined that the usually arrogant owner of Qingfeng Tower was just a piece of shit in front of Lin Ping.

"Go and get ready!" Lin Ping turned and went back to the private room.

The owner of Qingfeng Tower felt like he had been granted a pardon. His obese body rolled down the stairs. Even if he suffered some pain, it was still better than facing Lin Ping, this devil.

"We admire you so much, we are completely in awe."

Zhu Xiaoji and the others kept giving Lin Ping a thumbs up, and for a moment, they felt that they were not worthy of being a spendthrift.

"That's not true. You are all promising talents and could all become proper spendthrift sons!"

Lin Ping smiled faintly, and a line of small words appeared on his face: If you want to be a spendthrift, I, Lin Ping, have a lot to say!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiaoji and the others were delighted and tugged at Lin Ping's sleeves, eagerly asking, "Brother Lin, do you really have a way to make us squander our money?"

The dozen or so servants all turned their heads to look out the window, not daring to listen to the conversation between these spendthrift sons, lest their fragile little hearts couldn't take it.

"That's natural."

Lin Ping patted his chest and said, "If we sell all the land deeds and house deeds, who would dare say you're not spendthrifts?"

? ?

This statement is brilliant; there's not a single flaw to it.

If he were to actually sell the land deeds and house deeds, without a single word, his reputation as a spendthrift would be well-deserved.

The three men were suddenly enlightened, their minds sparking with inspiration as they calculated how much silver they could sell their land deeds and house deeds for.

Before long, Tang Wunao raised an objection: "If my Tang family sells all the land deeds and house deeds, we can get at least 100,000 to 80,000 taels of silver. How are we going to spend all that? We can't just throw the silver into the river, can we..."

Throwing 100,000 taels of silver directly into the river?

You've really shown Zhang Ping what he's made of...

I'm afraid the water level of the entire river will rise!

The dozen or so servants all covered their ears with their hands, silently chanting, "I'm not listening, I'm not listening, this is nonsense..."

In the past, Jingwei carried stones to fill the sea, but you, Tang Wunao, are filling the river with silver.

Lin Ping was also startled, but he tried his best to remain calm and shook his head, saying, "Using silver to fill the river is a good deed that benefits the country and the people, but it's not something a spendthrift should do. I heard that there are two thousand acres of floodplains next to the big lake outside the city that don't grow crops. If we buy them at a high price to grow crops, who will dare to say that we're not spendthrifts in the future?"

Using fertile land to exchange for money to buy inferior land where crops don't grow—how could you, Lin Ping, come up with such a thing? I must say, it's definitely a wasteful idea.

Zhu Xiaoji and Xu Jianren were overjoyed and hurriedly added, "When we throw in tens of thousands of taels of silver, we'll definitely become famous, and daughters of noble families will be vying to marry us!"

Lin Ping was just worried about not being able to come up with a reason to persuade the group, but he didn't expect that they would fall into the trap themselves. There was no need to fool them while they were drunk.

"That's right, we fight for honor, we fight for happiness!"

Lin Ping said indignantly.

The waiter, who was about to enter, overheard the tail end of the conversation and was so frightened that he trembled all over. He hurriedly put the food and wine on the table and ran away as fast as he could, not daring to listen to these golden words of advice.

After the food and wine were served, the four of them each picked up their jade cups, poured themselves a cup, sipped it, and savored it. They found it to be as clear as indigo and as profound as its flavor.

Bang!

Lin Ping held the wine jar in both hands and smashed it on the ground with all his might. With a crisp sound, the wine jar shattered into pieces, and the rich aroma of wine filled the entire private room.

With Lin Ping setting an example, Zhu Xiaoji and the others could not be outdone. They each picked up their wine jars and smashed them on the ground without hesitation.

Even though they couldn't see out the window and couldn't hear anything with their hands covered, the strong aroma of wine still excited the hearts of the dozen or so servants.

Da Niu couldn't resist his craving, drooling all over the ground. He pounced on the ground like a tiger descending a mountain, his playful tongue licking the ground incessantly, a blissful smile spreading across his face. "Delicious, so delicious! It reminds me of the taste of my childhood..."

Coincidentally, the other servants also lay on the ground, licking the wine incessantly, unaware that those unopened jars were prepared for them.

Perhaps having overheard the commotion inside, the waiter had revealed the conversation of these madmen. The owner of Qingfeng Tower, mustering his courage, knocked on the door and asked softly, "Would you gentlemen like to hear some music?"