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

"Why should we discuss our deal with him? Does Boss Tian not want to keep his promise?" Lin Ping said sarcastically, not forgetting to snort coldly.

Lin Ping was a shrewd man, so how could he not understand the meaning behind Tian Duoduo's words? The reason he didn't talk to the "big boss" the other party mentioned was because he guessed that this person would most likely refuse the deal between the two parties.

In other words, Jin Manlou would not lend the city lord's mansion 500,000 taels of silver, and they would not be able to pay the guards' military pay, thus losing the position of Commandant and the fertile land of Yancheng.

"Young Master Lin, please don't make things difficult for me. There are some things I really can't do." Tian Duoduo said, clasping her hands in a gesture of respect. She was so aggrieved that she almost cried. On one side was the vengeful Lin Ping, and on the other side was her boss. Tian Duoduo was truly caught in a dilemma.

To be honest, he had been more than kind to Lin Ping. These past few days, he had been emphasizing Lin Ping's abilities to the leader, implying that he should not be offended. However, the other party seemed unconvinced. In order not to be implicated, Tian Duoduo took the initiative to distance himself from the situation.

"I am Diao Mao, the head of Jinmanlou, in charge of all affairs of the entire Wu Kingdom!" The richly dressed man was arrogant, practically holding his nose to the sky. In short, he looked down on the City Lord's Mansion and even more so on Lin Ping, this clown.

"Why don't you call yourself Diao Zhatian?" Lin Ping glanced at the other party coldly and said calmly, "Boss Diao, my City Lord's Mansion would like to borrow 150,000 taels of silver from you. What do you think?"

"Not good at all!" Diao Mao replied arrogantly. "Your city lord's mansion has already sold all the land it can sell. What will you use as collateral? What if you can't pay it back? Wouldn't I, Diao Mao, become a sinner of Jin Manlou?"

Although this attitude is unpleasant, there is some truth to it. In recent years, the city lord's mansion has often lost in the competition for the salt city. In addition, the salt fields have not produced salt, resulting in financial difficulties. A lot of land has been sold off one after another, leaving only the city lord's mansion to maintain its operations.

Therefore, it seems that the City Lord's Mansion really has nothing to offer as collateral. Diao Mao is a businessman who understands the principle of business is business, and he will not make concessions out of fear of the other party like Tian Duoduo.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Diao Mao and the Lord of the Mountain City had a private deal, after all, their flirtatious expressions said it all.

"Not good?" Lin Ping retorted, his tone even icy. "We're all adults; we have to be responsible for what we say."

"Take responsibility? You, a mere son-in-law of the city lord's mansion, dare to threaten me, Diao Mao?" the other party said with utter disdain, even wanting to spit in Lin Ping's face, after all, son-in-law was not a prestigious title.

"Boss, think it over!" Tian Duoduo suddenly knelt on the ground, tugging at Diao Mao's trouser leg. Naturally, he saw the shadow in Lin Ping's eyes.

"Business is business, and Boss Diao Mao did nothing wrong, but his attitude really annoyed me." Lin Ping's calm tone couldn't hide his icy killing intent.

"Hahaha, so the City Lord's Mansion can't come up with 500,000 taels of silver!" City Lord Shan laughed disdainfully, waving his hand and saying, "My City Lord's Mansion has it!"

After he finished speaking, ten heavy carriages slowly approached from afar. On each carriage were large, open wooden boxes, and under the sunlight, dazzling light emanated from them.

Clearly, this is 500,000 taels of silver, used to buy the position of Commandant, and also to demonstrate strength to the public.

In this day and age, money shops are everywhere, and banknotes are quite popular. The lord of the mountain city doesn't need to spend time and effort carrying 500,000 taels of silver; he can simply take out a few banknotes.

But that wouldn't be impressive enough, and it wouldn't showcase the nouveau riche style of the Mountain City Lord's Mansion. He's a man who owns a mine; wouldn't he always be wearing a big gold chain wherever he goes? Maybe he could even save his life by the buoyancy of the gold chain if he fell into the water.

As expected, the onlookers were dumbfounded when they saw the 500,000 taels of silver, and even some small money shop owners were stunned.

"If the city lord's mansion can't feed the guards properly, I'll have no choice but to let the mountain city lord continue to serve as the commander-in-chief," Wu Xin said sarcastically, directly linking pay to food.

This money was indeed important to the guards, but it wouldn't affect their basic needs; at most, it would make their equipment a bit outdated.

Wu Xin said this in order to find a plausible reason so that the Mountain City Lord could take over the position openly and legitimately.

Lin Ping merely smiled faintly at this, as if looking at someone who was utterly foolish. When his smile abruptly ended, it meant he was about to retaliate.

"Go and fetch a few dice and a dice cup." Lin Ping instructed a guard to enter his tent, who quickly brought back six dice and a dice cup.

Bringing dice to war? That's punishable by military law. Everyone stared at Lin Ping with schadenfreude, waiting for Jiang Yunying to punish him.

"Foolish! How could Ping'er bring dice into the military camp?" Jiang Xiuwen sighed repeatedly, fearing that it would affect the morale of the troops.

Jiang Yunying disagreed, instead giving a cold laugh and whispering in Jiang Xiuwen's ear, "That Diao Mao is going to be in trouble, and even the entire Jinmanlou is going to be in trouble."

This statement is based on fact. Jiang Yunying once saw Lin Ping holding dice, who single-handedly defeated the entire Jinmanlou. People like Qian Duoduo could only kneel down and beg for mercy, and even Tian Duoduo was terrified and agreed to all sorts of unequal deals.

Now that the dice have been rolled again, it means Lin Ping is about to wreak havoc, and Tian Duoduo's face turned green with fear.

"Boss Tian, ​​please help me shake the dice cup." Lin Ping handed the dice cup to the other party and smiled innocently.

"Is this guy crazy? What kind of time is this to be thinking about gambling?"

"Does he want to win 500,000 taels of silver on the spot? The head of Jinmanlou is not stupid, he will definitely not accept his challenge."

Most of the people were puzzled. Even Diao Mao couldn't guess what Lin Ping was going to do. In any case, he hadn't accepted the bet. Only Tian Duoduo looked extremely embarrassed. He shook the dice a few times symbolically and then put the dice cup on the ground.

"Twenty points in total." Lin Ping smiled faintly, waiting for Tian Duoduo to open the dice cup.

"What an arrogant brat, daring to guess the numbers," the crowd said disdainfully.

There are several ways to play dice, most of which involve guessing high or low, since there's a nearly 50% chance of winning. They've never seen anyone guess the numbers before, especially with six dice; the odds of guessing correctly are incredibly slim.

With trembling hands, Tian Duoduo slowly removed the dice cup, revealing six dice in front of everyone: one, two, two, four, five, and six, exactly twenty points.

"You actually... guessed right?" The casino novices all gaped, their eyes wide with barely suppressed desire. They wished they could kneel before Lin Ping and become his apprentices on the spot, but they were also afraid of being beaten to death in this situation.

"It's just a matter of recognizing numbers by sound, a trivial skill," Diao Mao said disdainfully, knowing full well that the experts in the gambling den could do that.

"Could you please write a few words on the bamboo slip and place it under the dice cup?" Lin Ping said with a faint smile, uttering something utterly perplexing.