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

Seeing the people's dark arms and fists as big as casserole dishes, Diao Mao's legs trembled and cold sweat poured down his back. He hurriedly ordered, "Go to the warehouse and get the money!"

Diao Mao understood the common people quite well. There was only one thing that could unite them: their own interests. As long as their banknotes were exchanged in full, the crisis would naturally be resolved.

Besides, ordinary people don't have many silver notes; the total amount wouldn't exceed ten thousand taels. There's no need for them to lose their reputation and their lives for such a small amount of money.

Before long, several servants walked slowly with heavy steps, carrying a wooden box in pairs, which was full of gleaming silver.

Upon seeing the silver, the people were overjoyed and rushed to exchange their silver notes for cash.

"Want to mess with me? Get your hair all grown first." Diao Mao gave Lin Ping a cold smile.

You alone can't make much of a fuss; at most, you'll have to pay 600,000 taels of silver within three days.

"Jinmanlou is about to run away! Everyone hurry up and exchange your money for cash!" A pleasant voice rang out from outside the crowd. It was Lin Ping's father, Lin Fugui, who is also the current president of the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce.

The chairman has already spoken, so how could the subordinates disobey? Besides, they were really afraid that the money they had worked hard for their whole lives would end up benefiting Jin Manlou, especially since the other party had not paid Lin Ping's 600,000 taels on time.

Most people lose their rationality when faced with profit, so how could they possibly listen to Jin Manlou's explanation? Getting the money first is the most important thing.

"Mr. Qian, I want to exchange my 100,000 taels of silver notes for cash."

"I want to exchange my fifty thousand taels too."

"I still have 30,000 taels left."

……

In an instant, the entrance to Jinmanlou was in an uproar. Hundreds of wealthy people held up silver notes and shouted loudly. If it weren't for Lin Ping's symbolic obstruction, they probably would have rushed in and looted the place.

"Everyone, let me explain..." Diao Mao pleaded earnestly, only to be met with a raw egg that struck him squarely on the forehead, followed by cabbage leaves, rotten persimmons...

Diao Mao was almost in tears, not only because he was heartbroken, but also because of the pain. Some unscrupulous people even threw stones at him, leaving several boils on his body.

"These unscrupulous merchants are cheating ordinary people out of their hard-earned money." The one who shouted this was actually a businessman. Even he felt that these unscrupulous merchants were hateful and was willing to stand on the side of ordinary people.

"The warehouse is over there! Everyone, don't try to rob it! The government doesn't have time to maintain order!" Lin Ping shouted, pointing at Jin Manlou's warehouse. He was definitely speaking up for Jin Manlou.

"Hurry up and rob it! The prefect has already run away, what are we afraid of!" Li Mingxuan bravely took the lead, leading hundreds of people to surround Jinmanlou's warehouse. Before the accountant could lock the door, they had already rushed in.

Open robbery is illegal, but they are taking back what belongs to them. Besides, Zhang Chengming has been driven away by Lin Ping. Now the city lord is the law here, and Lin Ping is the enforcer of the law. What is there to be afraid of?

The accountant, quick-witted, hid in a corner beforehand to avoid being trampled.

"Pah, you unscrupulous merchant!" After taking ten taels of silver, a commoner spat at Jin Manlou and tore up a silver note in his hand, thus settling the score with Jin Manlou.

It must be said that the people and merchants of Jiangcheng are quite simple and honest. They will take as much silver as they have in their hands, and they will tear the silver notes into pieces. However, they will spit out a thick phlegm for every ten taels of silver.

Those wealthy merchants with tens of thousands of taels of silver were sore-mouthed that they even felt dizzy.

"It's all over, it's all over." Qian Duoduo lay on the ground, sobbing.

He knew what it meant for the entire city's residents and even merchants to demand the exchange of silver for cash. Not only would it empty the treasury, but it would also completely destroy their credibility.

From now on, Jinmanlou will be a stranger to everyone; no one will be willing to put their money in, and no one wants to take such a big risk.

"Second Master, Jin Manlou is finished..." Qian Duoduo hugged Tian Duoduo's leg and cried incessantly, not even glancing at Diao Mao.

He had tried to oppose Lin Ping before, but he suffered a terrible defeat. If it weren't for Tian Duoduo's intervention, he probably wouldn't have survived.

Now, Diao Mao is resorting to his old tricks again, refusing to listen to Tian Duoduo's advice. He is the top leader of Jinmanlou in Wuguo, and even without the Jiangcheng business, he can still live a prosperous life.

But not Qian Duoduo; once the money shops in Jiangcheng Prefecture close down, he'll have to pack his bags and leave.

If I had known this would happen, I should have made more money from the books beforehand. How could I have spent my own money for the development of Jinmanlou, only to end up in poverty?

"Sigh..." Tian Duoduo sighed repeatedly, shaking her head and saying, "Money is just an external thing. Let's figure out how to escape first."

Now, the warehouses have been snapped up, but the shortfall still cannot be filled. Many ordinary people and wealthy merchants are still shouting and becoming increasingly agitated, because the warehouses are empty and their silver notes may be lost forever.

Faced with this situation, Lin Ping remained completely calm, even wanting to scratch his toes. He wasn't worried at all that his 600,000 taels of silver would go down the drain. After all, Jinmanlou was a chain throughout the entire Wu Kingdom, and he could go to Yingtian Prefecture to collect the money, or simply wait for three days.

It was only because these wealthy businessmen and ordinary people who didn't understand finance couldn't stand it that they inadvertently helped Lin Ping to make things worse.

"Your Highness, please stop your magic. I will never dare to oppose you again." Qian Duoduo crawled on his knees to Lin Ping's front, knowing that he had a way to solve the current problem.

Actually, this is not difficult to solve. All you need to do is find someone with high prestige to calm everyone down.

Lin Ping was the one with the highest level of WeChat access. When he spoke these words, the common people listened as if they were basking in a spring breeze.

"Boss Qian, you've got it wrong. I, Lin Ping, am also a victim. Six hundred thousand taels of silver are floating on the water. How can I help you out of this predicament?" Lin Ping said sarcastically, clearly intending to make things difficult for the other party.

"You, Lin Ping, are a victim? If you don't have a brain, I don't believe it!" Qian Duoduo thought to himself, but still wore a mournful face.

He seemed to understand a principle: Lin Ping was determined to achieve his goal, and kneeling and begging would be useless; he had to meet the conditions proposed by the other party.

“Jin Manlou is completely finished. What else does the Prince Consort want?” Qian Duoduo changed her approach and wanted to probe Lin Ping’s intentions.

Jin Manlou is indeed finished, there is no doubt about that. Lin Ping has many goals, and bringing down Jin Manlou is just one of them.

"Mr. Qian, you really have a bad memory. I, Lin Ping, wanted you to break Diao Mao's legs!" Lin Ping said calmly, even showing a harmless smile.

Are you a demon? To talk so lightly about breaking someone's legs, especially Diao Mao's legs, is truly astounding. Qian Duoduo was sweating profusely. She was also certain of one thing: whatever this guy said, he would definitely do.

"Actually, even if you don't lift a finger, these common people will do it for you. It's just that your and Boss Qian's legs might not be unscathed by then," Lin Ping said with a cold smile, threateningly.

Lin Ping is an honest boy who never lies. If things continue to escalate, it's hard to guarantee that these common people and wealthy businessmen will be able to suppress their anger. Breaking their legs would be the least of their worries; they might even take their lives.

After all, the law does not punish the masses, and the government does not know who killed the person. Moreover, Lin Ping is the law of Jiangcheng, so how could he punish these people who accidentally killed someone in order to protect their interests?

Qian Duoduo felt a chill run down her spine, her whole body trembling, unable to make a decision, and unable to make a decision.

No one knows which kind person casually tossed a fire stick, which hit Qian Duoduo's foot squarely, causing him to wince in pain.

This sudden pain completely ignited the resentment and anger in Qian Duoduo's heart. To be honest, he hated Diao Mao to the core, and if it weren't for their superior-subordinate relationship, he would have beaten him up long ago.

Now that Jin Manlou is finished, he too must pack his bags and leave. He is no longer Diao Mao's subordinate. Holding the water and fire stick in both hands, he walked up behind the other party with red eyes.

At this moment, Diao Mao was still trying to explain to the people, completely unaware that Qian Duoduo was behind him. He only felt a sharp pain in his calf and suddenly knelt on the ground.

"It's all your fault! You're the one who ruined me like this!" Qian Duoduo's blood-red eyes looked like she was wearing colored contact lenses, and her ferocious face looked like she had offended a makeup artist.

A stick landed hard on Diao Mao's buttocks, causing him to fall face-first to the ground.

"Qian Duoduo, do you want to rebel?" Diao Mao grimaced in pain. The two blows were solid, and although they didn't break any bones, they left large bruises.

"You dare rebel against my legs? I'm done! Today I'm here to break your legs!" Qian Duoduo raised the water-fire stick high and then brought it down hard, landing right on Diao Mao's left leg, making a "crack" sound.

"Ouch..." Lin Ping couldn't help but shudder; just thinking about it made him feel pain.

Even the ordinary people who were struggling to control their emotions quieted down. They never expected Qian Duoduo to be such a ruthless person!

what……

A pig-like scream came from Diao Mao's mouth. A full incense stick's time passed, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead. Diao Mao was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing.

"You!" Diao Mao glared at Qian Duoduo, gritting his teeth as he said, "Can you spare me this once? Can't you just break one of my legs?"

Qian Duoduo answered the question with the Water and Fire Stick, and Diao Mao's right leg also made a crisp sound.

"He's ruthless!" Lin Ping gave Qian Duoduo a thumbs-up and praised, "Well done!"

He examined Diao Mao's thigh with an X-ray. Although it wasn't a comminuted fracture, it had caused a bone crack. Even with the best treatment, he would have to stay in bed for two months and wouldn't be able to do heavy work for the rest of his life.

"Clang..." The water and fire stick fell to the ground. Qian Duoduo was panting heavily, standing there blankly, his eyes empty, as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.

These two blows will banish wealth from his life and may even bring him revenge from Diao Mao, but he has no regrets. At least he had a moment of passion. To describe his feelings at this moment in one word: incredibly exhilarating!

Tian Duoduo, standing to the side, was also sweating profusely. Of the three, only he was spared, which must be because he hadn't offended Lin Ping. He could even feign concern and inquire about Diao Mao's injuries.

"Everyone, calm down. I, Lin Ping, guarantee with my kind heart that you will get all your money back." Lin Ping, who had been watching the show with a cold eye, shamelessly stepped forward.