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

"Narcissist!" Zhou Xiyin said irritably, but couldn't help but smile, perhaps because she liked his narcissistic appearance.

Lin Ping admits he's a bit narcissistic, but he's definitely not the kind of person who just talks big; Pingye's narcissism is well-founded.

Lin Ping wasn't entirely confident about his graffiti-themed clothing, as changing people's aesthetic tastes is extremely difficult. Fortunately, the people of Yingtian Prefecture were relatively open-minded and tolerant.

Lin Ping only needs to find some women to walk around the streets in graffiti-covered clothing, and it will definitely cause a huge uproar. Most of the women who love beauty will follow suit, and over time, it will become a fashion trend.

"We can go now." Lin Ping stretched, looking smug again.

Master Ping's hourly rate is very high. If your Zhou family takes up so much of my time, you're probably going to go bankrupt.

He knew Zhou Xiyin was a smart person and would surely know what to do next.

"Thank you!" Just as Lin Ping was bracing himself for a beating, Zhou Xiyin surprisingly said this while bowing her head.

Lin Ping was completely stunned, and even felt that the other party was acting strangely.

The two met several times, and each time they were at loggerheads. Even if they admitted defeat in their hearts, they would never utter a single word.

Now that Zhou Xiyin is actually thanking Lin Ping so sincerely, it's impossible to play along anymore.

Lin Ping is a spoiled brat; how could he possibly accept the other party's thanks humbly?

So, he tilted his nose up and said arrogantly, "I'll take 50% of the profits from this weaving workshop!"

Lin Ping wasn't short of money; he simply wanted to use this method to refuse Zhou Xiyin's thanks.

To be honest, Lin Ping found it really strange to have a girl apologize to him.

Even in modern times, with its liberalized thinking, it's impossible to get 50% of the profits from technology as equity investment, let alone in ancient times when technology wasn't valued.

Therefore, Lin Ping's demands were simply outrageous and unreasonable. If Zhou Xiyin wasn't a fool, she would have refused outright.

Lin Ping was also waiting for Zhou Xiyin to bargain. His request was indeed a bit excessive. In this way, the Zhou family would just be employees, and Lin Ping would be the big boss.

“Okay, I promise you!” Zhou Xiyin nodded firmly.

"Promise me? Has this woman gone mad?" Lin Ping stared at her in astonishment, unable to utter a single word.

"I'm talking about 50% profit!" Lin Ping emphasized again, afraid that Zhou Xiyin might have misheard.

Zhou Xiyin clenched her small fist, mistakenly thinking that Lin Ping was going to ask for the lowest possible price again, and said bluntly, "I'll give you 70% at most, that's the Zhou family's bottom line!"

"Seventy percent? This is insane, absolutely insane!" Lin Ping's mind was in complete disarray. He never expected Zhou Xiyin to take the initiative to raise the price. This wasn't business; it was a game of chance.

"Shouldn't we discuss this with Boss Zhou?" Lin Ping asked again, trying to give Zhou Xiyin a way out.

Lin Ping helped the Zhou family entirely out of guilt, since he was about to do something that would harm Zhou Xiyin, and he never intended to take any profits from the Lin family.

Zhou Xiyin shook her head and said, "There's no need to discuss it. This was instructed by Father in advance."

"Hmph, I see your Zhou family's orphaned daughter and widow aren't having an easy time either, so how about 30% of the profits?" Lin Ping replied irritably, even if he wanted to do good deeds, he didn't want to be a good person.

There was no way around it; this was just Master Ping's unique way of doing things. He didn't want to move too many young girls; rescuing his wife was the most important thing.

With that, the deal was settled. After leaving the house, the two remained silent, both sitting in the same carriage with their heads down.

"Let's hurry up and get some workers together; we can't let this huge weaving workshop sit idle forever," Lin Ping broke the silence. This was a business discussion, devoid of personal feelings; logically, Zhou Xiyin should have responded.

The reality was not like that. Zhou Xiyin was still kneeling inside the carriage, not raising her head. However, her beautiful eyes, which were like water, were somewhat disappointed, and she looked restless.

"Also, this chiffon dress you're wearing can be mass-produced!" Seeing that Zhou Xiyin was ignoring him, Lin Ping had no choice but to use his ultimate move.

This chiffon dress is revolutionary; it perfectly aligns with mainstream aesthetics. Once mass-produced, it's bound to become a bestseller, and there's no need to worry about the price.

As expected, Zhou Xiyin's eyes immediately lit up, and she subconsciously asked, "Really?"

"How much will the cost increase?" Zhou Xiyin knew Lin Ping wouldn't lie to her, so she lowered her head and continued to ask.

The Zhou family is short of money; they've reached the point where they can't even afford to eat. They don't even have the capital to hire workers, which is why Zhou Xiyin has been so anxious.

Although chiffon dresses can increase income, they also increase expenses, which could very well be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for the Lin family. Once the cash flow is completely cut off, the Lin family will only have some semi-finished products left.

"It's just buying more raw silk, at most five thousand taels of silver," Lin Ping said casually, not noticing the change in Zhou Xiyin's expression.

Lin Ping wants to build the chiffon dress into a high-end brand, so he must select the highest quality silk. Five thousand taels of silver is a conservative estimate.

"Oh..." Zhou Xiyin responded softly, her mind racing as she calculated how much money she could sell her jewelry for.

Unfortunately, Zhou Xiyin was a spoiled brat with a boyish personality. She didn't like gold and silver jewelry at all. If Zhou Yecheng hadn't forced her to buy some, she probably wouldn't have been able to afford even a single piece of jewelry.

Lin Ping leaned halfway against the carriage, leisurely whistling as he watched the bustling traffic outside the window, and unintentionally fell asleep.

He was somewhat tired these days and rarely had a moment of leisure. For some reason, he felt relaxed in front of Zhou Xiyin.

"What a heartless guy." Zhou Xiyin pouted her cherry lips and subconsciously covered him with a blanket.

The weaving workshop wasn't too far from Xuanji Hall. To allow Lin Ping to rest a little longer, Zhou Xiyin deliberately had the driver slow down, only stopping in the evening.

"Hey, wake up!" Zhou Xiyin said, patting Lin Ping's shoulder in an annoyed tone.

She had deliberately slowed down, but the man was still sleeping like a log. If he didn't return home before dark, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

At that moment, Lin Ping was having a wonderful dream. Perhaps because he was being embraced by a beautiful woman, there was drool hanging from the corner of his mouth. Zhou Xiyin suddenly slapped him, which abruptly woke him up.

Being woken up from his dream, Lin Ping was flustered, as if he had caught someone cheating on him. So, he suddenly got up, but... bumped into Zhou Xiyin's face.

Pshaw! It should be on the mouth!

"You!" Zhou Xiyin blinked her big eyes incessantly, staring angrily at Lin Ping. Her heart suddenly raced, and her whole body felt numb and weak. She no longer had the strength to push him away.

Lin Ping panicked. He hadn't expected to receive such a benefit after waking up. He only regretted that he hadn't wiped away his wet drool, so he couldn't taste Zhou Xiyin's flavor at all.