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

Wan'er was, after all, a maidservant, and was weak at heart. She didn't want to cause trouble, and she dared not cause trouble.

To be honest, in her opinion, there was nothing shameful about being slapped by Wang Ba, and she absolutely could not offend him because of it, let alone implicate Lin Ping.

Therefore, Wan'er begged Lin Ping to stop, even kneeling down to plead with him.

Lin Ping is a model youth of the 21st century. He has no sense of hierarchy and believes that hitting someone is wrong and that he must apologize.

The more Wan'er acted this way, the angrier Lin Ping became. His eyes seemed to want to tear Wang Ba apart, and he wished he could pierce a hole in Wang Ba's chest with an arrow.

"Young Master Wang, I'll say it one last time: immediately, kneel down and apologize to Wan'er, and let her beat you until she's satisfied," Lin Ping said through gritted teeth, his mouth already starting to murmur, and he almost pulled out his crossbow again.

The angrier Lin Ping became, the more it proved that he was helpless, while Wang Ba became smug. If his feet hadn't been nailed to the floor, he probably would have jumped up happily.

"Hmph, the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop is coming soon. Let's see how long you can be so arrogant!" Wang Ba said viciously, completely disregarding Lin Ping.

"Fine, then I'll wait with you for the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop." Lin Ping said harshly, found a bench nearby, and actually crossed his legs, but his big hand was still shamelessly gripping Zhou Xiyin.

Wan'er burst into tears and kept apologizing to Zhou Xiyin.

In her view, all of this was trouble she had caused, which would not only implicate Lin Ping, but also potentially the Zhou family.

Not being able to borrow money is a minor issue; being blacklisted by Bafang Money Exchange is a major one.

Zhou Xiyin understood Wan'er's meaning and did not punish her. She stared at Lin Ping with a questioning look, wondering what he was up to.

For a moment, Zhou Xiyin felt increasingly unable to see through the man in front of her. Although he always managed to escape danger, the process was always nerve-wracking.

It's less a sense of security and more a sense of excitement.

Zhou Xiyin had figured it out. Either way, she was going to die. Rather than waiting to die, she might as well go crazy with Lin Ping once and maybe she could get some unexpected gains.

A moment later, the commotion outside the door grew louder, and the money exchange door was finally pushed open. The first to rush in were two men of medium build with sharp eyes. From their cold gazes, one could tell that they had definitely been through thick and thin.

The two men glanced around casually, and everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines.

"Finally here." Lin Ping stretched and stood up casually from the bench, showing no fear whatsoever.

He's a man with X-ray vision, ignoring all gazes, and even more authoritative than the current emperor. Besides, those who came were all helpers, not enemies.

"Who dares to be so audacious as to cause trouble at Bafang Money Exchange!" At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes and brocade robes strode in with an icy expression, his sharp eyes sweeping over the room.

"Boss Ma, save me! This kid is causing trouble. Break his arms and legs and send him to the Dali Temple!" Wang Ba suddenly perked up and pointed at Lin Ping, saying fiercely.

It's not hard to tell how vicious Wang Ba is from these words. First, he wants to break Lin Ping's limbs, then send him to Dali Temple to be imprisoned. If he adds fuel to the fire, he might even sentence him to death.

The head of the Eight Directions Money Shop looked in the direction Wang Ba pointed, his gaze landing directly on Lin Ping's face. His eyes widened instantly, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

This was not just surprise, but also joy, as if they had met their savior.

Wang Ba was stunned. He had thought the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop would be furious, but this look... didn't seem like it!

"Mr. Ma, we meet again! It's been over a month since we parted ways in Jiangcheng, and I, Lin Wuqing, have been thinking about seeing you every day!" Lin Ping said with a grin, his words carrying a hint of flattery.

The head of the Bafang Money Shop was naturally Ma Dayun, the same person who had recently received a favor from Lin Ping.

To be honest, without Lin Ping's help, Bafang Money House would have been crushed by Jinmanlou and would never have had the chance to shine again.

Lin Ping was not only his savior, but also his provider; the entire Bafang Money Shop wanted to thank this benefactor.

"Young Master Lin, is it really you? I, Ma, have been waiting for you all this time. If I hadn't been so busy lately, I would have visited you in Jiangcheng long ago!" Ma Dayun bowed deeply, his respectful attitude genuine.

Everyone was shocked by these words. No one could have imagined that Lin Ping would have some connection with the head of the Eight Directions Money Shop, and a close one at that.

Wang Ba's mind went blank, and he lost all strength. His already aching legs could no longer bear his weight, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Young Master Wang Ba, you've knelt before the wrong person. Wan'er is behind you." Lin Ping smiled faintly, pointing at Wan'er, already guessing the outcome.

This kneeling was not Wang Ba's own choice; he was simply too weak, but he still maintained his last bit of backbone.

"Young Master Wang, here is the 60,000 taels of silver you requested." At that moment, the accountant from Bafang Money Shop came over excitedly with 60,000 taels of silver notes, unaware of everything that was happening outside.

"Boss Ma, you're really generous, taking out 60,000 taels of silver so easily," Lin Ping said sarcastically.

The manager of Bafang Money Exchange felt a chill run down his spine, and his body went limp as he collapsed to the ground. Knowing he was doomed, he could only give the accountant meaningful glances.

"Wu De! Did you lend this money to Wang Ba?" Ma Dayun said through gritted teeth, taking steps closer to the money shop manager.

Bafang Qianzhuang also has regulations for lending money. The lender needs to provide the corresponding land title or house title, which is a mortgage certificate, in order to ensure that the money can be recovered.

Wu De didn't do that, entirely because he had a good relationship with Wang Ba and usually took more kickbacks, so he was willing to take the risk. Little did he know that Ma Dayun would catch him red-handed.

"I'm such an idiot!" Wu De slapped himself across the face, leaving five bloody handprints.

This isn't a request for Ma Dayun's forgiveness; it's purely out of a sense of foolishness. How could I ask Ma Dayun for forgiveness at this critical juncture? It was like walking right into the line of fire!

There was no way around it; Master Ping was truly awesome. The moment he unleashed his crossbow, Wu De was completely stunned. All he could think about was survival; he didn't consider anything else.

Lin Ping snatched 60,000 taels of silver notes from the accountant, kept counting them in his hand, and said coldly to Wang Ba, "Young Master Wang, Wan'er is behind you. Now you know how to kneel!"

Wang Ba came with a mission this time. If he couldn't borrow 60,000 taels of silver, his father would question him and might even have to hand over the position of heir. So, even if Lin Ping made him eat shit, he had to smack his lips.