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

This is not just about opening a branch; it is also the beginning of Bafang Money House's development in the Wu Kingdom. Using Jiangcheng Prefecture as a springboard, it will gradually expand to the surrounding areas and eventually cover the entire Wu Kingdom, truly standing shoulder to shoulder with Jinmanlou.

Ma Dayun's gratitude is well-deserved, since he will need to rely on Lin Ping in the future.

"If Boss Ma really wants to express his gratitude, then he should hold a discount promotion every year on the eleventh day of the eleventh lunar month. I imagine those rich young ladies would go crazy for it," Lin Ping said in a strange tone.

Ma Dayun naturally couldn't understand it, only finding it unfathomable, and kept awkwardly laughing, but there was no awkward silence.

"It's over, it's all over." The once arrogant Qian Duoduo emerged from the crowd, dejected.

This place has become the bank of Bafang Money Shop, and has nothing to do with him anymore. Besides, he broke Diao Mao's legs and was lucky that he didn't immediately suffer retaliation. How could he dare to shamelessly go to Yingtian Prefecture to ask for a job?

Before they even stepped through the gates of Jinmanlou, their legs had probably already been broken.

Qian Duoduo blames no one but himself for not making some money back then, which has led to his current impoverished state.

"Mr. Qian, where are you going?" Lin Ping hurriedly stopped him, a genuine smile appearing on his face.

Qian Duoduo was already traumatized by Lin Ping's voice, and broke out in a cold sweat. But he quickly calmed down, feeling utterly disheartened, and was no longer afraid of Lin Ping's torment.

“Husband, one should be lenient when possible, and besides, Qian Duoduo has already done as you said,” Jiang Yunying whispered in Lin Ping’s ear, mistakenly thinking that Lin Ping was going to bully an honest person.

Lin Ping blushed instantly, never expecting that he was seen as such a person by Jiang Yunying.

"My wife, is there nothing I, Lin Ping, can do besides bullying people?" Lin Ping asked helplessly.

Jiang Yunying fell into deep thought, going through everything about Lin Ping in her mind, and finally shook her head, giving a firm answer: "No!"

"Does Your Excellency have any further instructions?" Qian Duoduo asked neither humbly nor arrogantly. He knew that Lin Ping was ruthless and cruel, and that even kneeling and begging for mercy would be useless if he wanted to bully someone.

"I am a good man, but I have been labeled as a villain..." Lin Ping felt helpless, thinking that others had some misunderstanding about his character.

That's absolutely true. Even Lin Ping himself is afraid when he gets really vicious, so how could others possibly know just how wicked he really is? It's easy to mistakenly think he's a... good person.

"I want Boss Qian to be the manager of Bafang Money Shop in Jiangcheng Prefecture!" Lin Ping said with a smile, surprisingly not making a move against Qian Duoduo.

Qian Duoduo was stunned and kept patting her ears, thinking that water had gotten inside. Lin Ping, you're the kind of person who gets itchy if you don't bully people for a moment, how could you be so kind?

Ma Dayun immediately understood Lin Ping's meaning, and hurriedly walked over, smiling as he said, "On behalf of Bafang Money Shop, I invite Boss Qian to serve as the manager of the money shop."

Even though Lin Ping's words are unreliable, Ma Dayun's words have to be believed. He earns his living by his reputation, so how could he speak carelessly?

"This is... a stroke of good fortune?" Qian Duoduo was so excited that she almost cried. She thought she was destined to be down on her luck for the rest of her life, but unexpectedly, a windfall fell from the sky and hit her right on the forehead.

Clearly, Qian Duoduo accepted the invitation and delivered a passionate speech, full of inspiring words and engaging moments.

Not only Qian Duoduo, but also Wan Yi and Wang Laoqian were invited by Lin Ping and Ma Dayun.

After all, Bafang Money Shop had only bought a few shops and accumulated some popularity. Its foundation in Jiangcheng Prefecture was still shallow. These three people not only had rich experience but also extensive connections. If Bafang Money Shop were handed over to these three people, they could make a fortune in no time.

With Lin Ping secretly providing some support, it would be hard not to get rich.

Ma Dayun doesn't need to do everything himself; he needs to take a longer-term view in order to achieve greater development in the future.

This act not only made Qian Duoduo and others grateful, but also made the common people feel that Lin Ping was a virtuous and benevolent prince consort, raising their respect to a new level.

Next came matters concerning the internal workings of Bafang Money House, which Lin Ping did not wish to interfere with. He led Jiang Yunying toward the main city, and the onlookers gradually dispersed, but kept the name of Bafang Money House firmly in their hearts.

"When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens!" Under the moonlight, the city lord's mansion was brightly lit. Lin Ping raised his jade cup high, exclaiming with boundless pride, "Drink! We won't leave until we're drunk!"

The other three playboys were drinking with him at the same table. Today, he was granted special permission by the city lord to host these cronies.

Being able to enter the city lord's mansion was already a great honor for the three of them. Their cheeks were flushed and they all reeked of alcohol. Zhu Xiaoji, holding a wine glass and swaying his body, said, "Alas, I am uncultured. A good drink can conquer the world."

The other two also clinked glasses, taking the opportunity to pour out half of the wine in their glasses – this is the correct way to drink.

"A golden goblet of fine wine costs ten thousand coins, and a jade plate of delicacies is worth ten thousand coins!" Lin Ping shamelessly brought out the poems of ancient sages again to deceive the few people who were not very knowledgeable.

Jiang Yunying walked over with a displeased expression. It wasn't that she was blaming Lin Ping for being extravagant, but rather that she was afraid he would ruin his health by drinking too much. She quickly snatched the wine glass from his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"Not only is the princess breathtakingly beautiful, but her bold and unrestrained personality is also unmatched by ordinary women! Brother Lin is truly blessed!" Tang Wunao praised, revealing an envious expression.

With Jiang Yunying's appearance, Lin Ping introduced the main topic.

The purpose of hosting this banquet for these people wasn't simply to drink; it was to plan a money-making project.

After the rock salt mine incident, Lin Ping realized that these people were not just good-for-nothings who only knew how to spend money, but rather shrewd and unscrupulous businessmen who were more cunning than anyone else.

Now that Yancheng has been acquired, and with vast tracts of oil buried underground, Lin Ping is anxious. He therefore plans to send two of his men to begin extraction.

After all, oil fields are also a type of mineral resource, requiring deep digging into the earth, and these people have gained experience in this area.

Once the oil is successfully extracted, kerosene and asphalt can be obtained through simple distillation. At that time, Linping can pave a highway directly to the major ports of the mountain city, so that salt can be transported there quickly and conveniently. It can not only be sold in Daye Dynasty, but may also be sold overseas.

According to the Gregorian calendar, this period should be not far from the mid-Ming Dynasty. In other words, Europe had already formed many naval fleets and frequently sailed to the vast land of China to do business.

According to calculations by later generations, during the Ming and Qing dynasties, the Chinese nation exported a large amount of goods such as tea, ceramics, and silk, in exchange for a large amount of silver, even exceeding the total amount mined across the entire Chinese land.

It was precisely because of the huge trade deficit that the West dumped opium into China and made huge profits.

Lin Ping wanted to be the one with a trade surplus, but he would never give Western countries the opportunity to dump opium.

So how much profit can you actually make doing business with European countries? Let's take a simple example.

Back then, the Qing government implemented a policy of isolationism, but it opened up the Thirteen Factories of Guangzhou to the outside world. Wu Bingjian, the head of the Thirteen Factories, had personal assets of 20 million taels of silver, while the Qing government's annual fiscal revenue was only 40 million taels. This was truly a case of being richer than a country.

Thinking of this, Lin Ping excitedly drank two more glasses. He was now a tycoon with wealth beyond measure, the world's richest man.

The other three didn't think as far ahead as Lin Ping, but they knew this was a lucrative business, and shamelessly demanded half a percent of the shares. Lin Ping wasn't stingy; as long as they worked hard, they would definitely reap considerable benefits in the future.

After finalizing the matter, it was already late at night, and the three of them had no choice but to stay overnight at the city lord's mansion. In order to avoid arousing suspicion from others, Lin Ping and Jiang Yunying, the young couple, naturally had to share a bed.

Knowing that Jiang Yunying was menstruating, Lin Ping held her and obediently went to sleep, but Jiang Yunying was disgusted by his smell of alcohol.

"Don't worry, my husband, we'll be able to eat meat the day after tomorrow," Jiang Yunying said to herself, confident in this unchanging pattern that had persisted for so many years.

The next morning, the three of them eagerly took some start-up funds and rushed towards Yancheng. Following the location Lin Ping had drawn on the map, it wasn't difficult to find the oil field.

"Let's set a small goal first: earn 100 million taels!" Lin Ping said confidently, unconsciously starting to plan for a bright future.

He increasingly felt that helping Lian Ping ascend to the position of city lord was the right choice. The long and narrow coastline of the mountain city was full of excellent ports. As long as there were sturdy large ships, they could open up overseas markets.

Oil extraction is not something that can be accomplished overnight, so Lin Ping wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, the enemies of the City Lord's Mansion were either dead or had fled, and his life became quite comfortable.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Lin Ping would occasionally go and teach his beloved disciple Liu Yong, occasionally bully the good-for-nothing chubby boy, and occasionally go to the military camp to show off his superiority.

As night was about to fall and the city gates were about to close, Lin Ping led a group of people dressed in black robes with their faces covered into the city gates.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!" The private soldiers guarding the city bowed and greeted Lin Ping with the respect due to a general. How could anyone imagine that he was a son-in-law?

As for the identities of the people next to him, they wouldn't ask any more questions. The Prince Consort had plenty of cronies, and it wasn't unusual for them to like wearing masks.

Late at night, Lin Ping shamelessly sneaked into Jiang Yunying's room, excitedly saying, "I saw my wife's menstrual cloth hanging in the backyard, so her period must be over. How about tonight... let's make love!"

Under the candlelight, Jiang Yunying's pretty face was already slightly flushed, and with Lin Ping's shameless words, it became even hotter. She muttered to herself, "What a troublesome husband. He even looks at a woman's menstrual cloth."

It's important to understand that in this feudal society, a woman's menstrual flow was extremely private, and even her husband couldn't see it. Only Lin Ping would talk about such a thing.

Since you already have the answer, just start firing. Jiang Yunying naturally wouldn't refuse. Was it really necessary to be so explicit?

Jiang Yunying lowered her head shyly, her breath coming in soft, fragrant gasps. Even her breathing became more rapid, definitely more tense than going to the battlefield.

Lin Ping's heart was pounding, his blood was boiling and almost bursting from his nostrils, and his Adam's apple bobbed incessantly. With a sudden, fierce move, he pounced on Jiang Yunying's delicate body on the bed, frantically planting hickeys on her.

"My lord, you can't do it like the rumors say, at least longer than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea," Jiang Yunying pouted, making a reasonable request.

A cup of tea is equivalent to ten minutes, which is already a bit of a stretch for Lin Ping, let alone the most exciting first time. Lin Ping is sure that it will not take more than a minute, but he just doesn't dare to say it out loud.

"Oh no, the enemy is here!" Lin Ping, who was like a hungry wolf, suddenly stopped, his right eye, which was emitting X-rays, staring intently at the door.

After Lin Ping said that, Jiang Yunying finally sensed the powerful aura outside the door. She stared at Lin Ping with a puzzled look and asked, "Could it be that my husband's strength is above mine?"

Perception ability is also a basis for judging strength. Generally, the stronger the strength, the more sensitive the perception. Lin Ping's ability to detect the enemy before himself fully demonstrates his strength.

"My wife, you've misunderstood me. This is all thanks to the X-ray. Your husband couldn't even beat a weakling..." Lin Ping explained inwardly, truly afraid that Jiang Yunying would send him to deal with the enemy.