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

"The God of Gamblers has descended to earth! The God of Gamblers has descended to earth!" The gamblers cheered and shouted, wishing they could lift Lin Ping up to the sky, but they were also afraid of wasting their time winning money.

Only then did everyone truly understand what it meant to say that "an inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time." This was more than just a dirty joke; it was a profound truth.

"Boss, you've finally arrived, gambling den..." A master chef, who hadn't yet coughed up blood, knelt before Qian Duoduo, maintaining his balance by pulling on the other's trouser leg.

"What happened to the gambling den?" Qian Duoduo broke out in a cold sweat, countless ominous premonitions rising in his mind.

He had witnessed Lin Ping's methods and dared not oppose him, but his superior just wouldn't believe it, much like himself before he suffered a loss.

"The gambling den is finished, completely finished, I've lost everything!" the man said weakly, his heart bleeding.

Lin Ping came with anger, but also to fulfill his promise. He wouldn't go back without making Diao Mao suffer a great loss.

To expand his gains, Lin Ping not only gambled himself but also led hundreds of gamblers to gamble together. Every time a dice cup was opened, they would lose tens of thousands of taels of silver. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they had lost more than 100,000 taels of silver. Even though the gambling den was rolling in money, it couldn't withstand such losses.

Furthermore, the matter quickly spread throughout Jiangcheng, with even former gamblers unable to resist joining in the excitement, and some ordinary people who had never been to a gambling den before gathering around it.

This is the Welfare Bureau; the Prince Consort is leading everyone to make money. Anyone who doesn't come is a fool.

Those women who usually threaten to divorce their husbands over gambling are now actively urging them to win money.

It's the same old story: Go win money, or we'll get a divorce. I've already written the divorce papers!

Every one of these gamblers who spend money extravagantly has a shrewish wife at home. It's definitely because their fathers have good judgment, otherwise their good-for-nothing sons would have squandered their money.

Therefore, most gamblers are afraid of their wives and can only overcome their psychological barriers to return to the gambling den.

For a time, the gambling den became a goldmine, and anyone who came could grab a handful of silver and take it home.

"Where's Wang Laoqian?" Qian Duoduo asked angrily, unable to find him anywhere. His gambling skills were renowned far and wide. Even if Lin Ping were to take the bet, he could always keep the game going for a while. At worst, he would keep changing the numbers. If you bet on big, I would change to small. If you changed to small again, I would roll big. In short, neither of us could win.

"The shopkeeper is faking illness!" the man replied without thinking, then immediately realized his mistake and quickly changed it to "The shopkeeper is sick."

"Sick? You've been sick for days? How come I didn't know?" Qian Duoduo's anger intensified.

"I've been pretending for three days now, ever since I found out that the Prince Consort wanted to take revenge on Jin Manlou," the man continued, seemingly forgetting to cover for Wang Laoqian again.

Wang Laoqian knew his place and dared not antagonize Lin Ping, so he pretended to be sick, figuring that since he hadn't lost the money, it couldn't be blamed on him.

"Give me the money!" Lin Ping, inside the room, said arrogantly, pointing at the accountant, having won another round.

"We're out of money, we're really out of money! Please, Your Highness, have mercy on our small shop. We're just a small business." The accountant knelt on the ground, clearly intending to renege on his debt.

"Boring..." Lin Ping turned his head, making a gesture as if he was about to leave.

Upon seeing this, the accountant wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling even happier than if he had gotten rid of a plague.

However, Lin Ping didn't turn around. Instead, he pouted and said, "If you don't have money, use the shop as collateral!"

thump……

The accountant simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead. He didn't dare to get involved in this mess. Anyway, Qian Duoduo, Tian Duoduo, and Diao Mao were all present, so even if the gambling den was sold off, it wouldn't be his fault.

"Boss Qian, you're just in time. The gambling den owes everyone 20,000 taels of silver, but they're trying to renege on their debt." Lin Ping deliberately emphasized the last two words.

Defaulting on the debt? How could that be allowed? Everyone worked so hard... to get the money through deception, how can you just renege on it like that?

The gamblers weren't having any of it; they were all glaring angrily at Qian Duoduo, ready to smash up the gambling den on the spot if he dared to say a word against it.

"Go quickly and get twenty thousand taels of silver for the Prince Consort!" Qian Duoduo's voice trembled as he groveled, "You've bought the jade and won the silver. Has the Prince Consort had enough? Could you please let this humble man go this time?"

That obsequious voice didn't sound like it came from Qian Duoduo at all. He was a wealthy merchant in Jiangcheng who had previously disregarded even the city lord, yet now he was bowing and scraping to a son-in-law.

"No!" Lin Ping turned his head and pouted, leaving no room for negotiation.

"unless……"

Just when Qian Duoduo was feeling disheartened, he suddenly heard Lin Ping relent and immediately perked up, hurriedly asking, "Unless what? As long as Your Highness speaks up, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

“Unless you break both his legs,” Lin Ping said, pointing at Diao Mao.

Qian Duoduo shuddered again, admiring Lin Ping's unbridled tongue.

If Lin Ping asked him to break Wang Laoqian's or Wan Yi's legs, Qian Duoduo might actually do it. But Diao Mao is his superior. It would be good enough if he didn't break his own legs. Lin Ping, have you reversed the relationship?

"From today onwards, all gambling dens will be closed. Let's see what tricks you, Lin Ping, can pull." Diao Mao made a decisive decision. Although these were two lucrative opportunities, they weren't enough to bring down Jin Manlou, since the money exchange was the foundation.

Furthermore, it was only the gambling dens and gambling halls in Jiangcheng that were shut down, while those in Shancheng, Haicheng, and even Yingtianfu remained open and were doing even better.

"I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve, but I'm afraid you, Diao Mao, won't be able to handle them!" Lin Ping said with a smile as he walked out of the gambling den, his target being the very foundation of Jinmanlou—the money exchange!

"If you're so capable, don't put your money in the bank!" Diao Mao said coldly, mistakenly thinking that Lin Ping was going to exchange his winnings for banknotes. After all, there was only one bank in Jiangcheng, and he couldn't possibly carry tens of thousands of taels of silver with him every time he went out.

Therefore, no matter how powerful Lin Ping is, he must exchange his money for lighter silver notes.

"No, no, no, Boss Diao Mao, you've misunderstood. I'm here to withdraw money." Lin Ping's laughter grew increasingly sinister. Before he even kicked open the door of the money exchange, he had already pulled out a thick stack of silver notes.

"Very well, then Jin Manlou will never have any financial dealings with the City Lord's Mansion again." Diao Mao smiled instead of being angry, and even arranged for someone to withdraw 60,000 taels of silver from the treasury.

"Boss Diao Mao, look carefully, these are 600,000 taels of silver notes, not 60,000 taels." Lin Ping spread out the silver notes, all of them denominations of 10,000 taels, a total of fifty or sixty notes.

Of the 60,000 taels, 20,000 taels were earned from gambling dens, and the remaining 500,000 taels were prepared in advance. No wonder Lin Ping was reluctant to use the money as military pay; it turned out that it was premeditated.

The sight of 600,000 taels of silver, all bearing the official seal of Jin Manlou, immediately made Diao Mao gasp.

That's right, Mr. Ping is a tycoon with the power to influence the financial industry. In other words, we're not retail investors who can buy in large amounts and see the stock rise, or sell in large amounts and see the stock fall. Now, with such a massive sell-off, it might be a sign of a market crash...

Chapter 274 Jin Manlou's Crisis

"Six hundred thousand taels of silver?" Upon hearing this number, Qian Duoduo kept sticking out her tongue, her body trembling like a leaf as she lay limp on the ground, barely breathing. How could her fragile little heart bear it?

Even though money shops are in the financial industry, they could not possibly deposit so much cash at once.

Money shops are highly profitable businesses; they can't possibly keep all their silver in the vault and act as free protectors for the masses.

They intend to spend the money, that is, to invest it and then earn high profits.

This is similar to modern banks; if you are making a large withdrawal, you also need to make an appointment in advance.

Lin Ping certainly wouldn't make an appointment; he wanted to catch the other party off guard, preferably forcing them to close down.

"What? Jin Manlou doesn't have 600,000 taels of silver in cash?" Lin Ping said sarcastically, deliberately raising his voice.

The fact that the money shop had no cash was a big deal. These banknotes were now worthless, with no purchasing power. The onlookers immediately checked their clothes and breathed a sigh of relief when they found that they didn't have many banknotes. However, the attention this matter received did not diminish in the slightest.

Nowadays, most of the onlookers are ordinary people who wouldn't exchange their meager silver for banknotes, so they aren't worried that Jinmanlou doesn't have any cash.

However, everyone has dreams, and everyone hopes to one day achieve great success. At that time, they will inevitably go to Jinmanlou to deposit money. But now it seems that the money may have been wasted.

Diao Mao's face turned pale. He finally realized the seriousness of the matter and gritted his teeth, saying, "Young Master Lin, please calm down. Jin Manlou will definitely present you with 600,000 taels of silver within three days."

Jiangcheng is not far from Yingtianfu. If you travel day and night, you can make a round trip in three days. Moreover, Jiangcheng is close to Shancheng, where the Jinmanlou restaurant is much larger than that in Jiangcheng.

"Three days? What if you run away? Wouldn't my 600,000 taels of silver be wasted?" Lin Ping shouted at the top of his lungs, even pretending to cry.

She was practically like a woman, sitting on the ground crying and wailing.

"Silver going down the drain? How can that be allowed?" The onlookers could no longer contain themselves. Even if they only had one or two taels of silver notes, it was still hard-earned money, and they couldn't let it go to waste.

"Stop them! Don't let Jin Manlou's men get away!" The onlookers spontaneously surrounded Diao Mao and his men, all looking fierce.

Diao Mao wasn't afraid of offending Lin Ping alone, but he couldn't afford to offend the vast majority of the people. Losing credibility was a small matter; losing his life was a big one. Judging from this situation, they had no way of escaping.

"This is our hard-earned money! Give it back to us now, or you won't leave here alive!" Li Mingxuan, mingling in the crowd, threatened loudly, further fueling the anger of the people.

Diao Mao was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. He seemed to have never encountered such unruly people before, and he had to consider his own life.

"Listen to my explanation, everyone. Jinmanlou has plenty of silver, but it will take three days to transport it from Yingtian Prefecture," Diao Mao explained, forcing a smile.

"We don't believe you! You just want to run away and make our hard-earned money go down the drain!" Li Mingxuan immediately retorted. "Besides, you just said within three days, and now you're saying three days later. How can we believe you?"

When this hard-earned money was about to fly away, only Li Mingxuan could remain calm. He not only prepared his words in advance, but also seized the flaws in Diao Mao's words. He truly deserves to be a qualified attendant.

"Give me back my money! Give me back my money!" the crowd shouted indignantly, their loud voices echoing throughout Jiangcheng Prefecture.