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

"Let's go home and take a look," Lin Ping said softly, holding Zhou Xiyin's hand.

His warm, large hands had a magical power; Zhou Xiyin immediately felt a sense of security, as if a towering tree was sheltering her from the wind and rain.

On the way back to the Zhou residence, Zhou Xiyin roughly told Lin Ping about the situation of the past few days.

Xuanjitang was not the worst off; the Zhou family was truly beset by misfortunes.

Because of the booming business at the garment workshop, Zhou Yecheng decided to increase production and invested all his working capital in it.

Unexpectedly, the needleworkers in the garment workshop went on strike, and the entire workshop came to a standstill. Although there was a long line of customers outside the shops, there were no clothes inside.

In order to protect the brand, Zhou Yecheng had to resort to scarcity marketing. Due to the extremely limited inventory, he could only sell ten dresses a day.

In order to recover the losses of the garment workshop, Zhou Yecheng decided to increase the sale of salt. Anyway, he had some connections with the Salt Transport Commissioner and could buy as much salt as he wanted.

So he temporarily sold his house and used the money to buy salt.

When he asked for the silver, the other party said there was no salt and told him to wait.

Five days passed, and even if he could wait, the brokers couldn't. They were about to go to the Zhou residence to kick him out.

Is it the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office again? Can you really bear the consequences of offending Lord Ping?

Even a fool could figure out who was behind this. If Fu Peiran could send people to seize the salt mine, he could also act like a rogue with Zhou Yecheng.

He didn't say he wouldn't give us salt, but that there was no stock available right now, so we should wait and see. As for how long we would have to wait, it all depended on his mood.

"Didn't you ask for a receipt?" Lin Ping asked, puzzled.

Zhou Xiyin shook her head. Zhou Yecheng was too eager to make money and thought that he could just pay the money and deliver the goods. He never expected that the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office would also act like a rogue and clearly want to oppose the Zhou family.

"Boss Zhou, you haven't moved out yet? I suppose you've already prepared the money." A bearded man said to Zhou Yecheng in a sarcastic tone, followed by dozens of servants.

Zhou Yecheng had a bitter face and kept his head down, not looking like a wealthy person at all.

The dozen or so servants of the Zhou family all stood behind Qianggen, not simply out of fear, but also because they were in the wrong.

It is only right to pay back debts; otherwise, you should hand over the house.

"Boss Duan, please grant me a few more days, three days! I will definitely deliver the silver to your residence in three days," Zhou Yecheng said humbly, almost begging for mercy on his knees.

"Zhou Yecheng, you've wasted all these years. Can't you see? You've offended someone! Don't even mention three days, even thirty days wouldn't help," Boss Duan said with a sneer.

Zhou Yecheng was covered in cold sweat. He also vaguely sensed that someone was targeting the Zhou family from behind. Considering the situation of Xuanji Hall, the truth was almost right in front of him.

"Sigh... It's all my fault for being too greedy. In the end, I ruined Yinyin's life," Zhou Yecheng sighed.

This is not to say that we shouldn't have arranged her marriage with Lin Ping, but rather that we shouldn't have increased production in order to make money, which ultimately allowed others to take advantage of us.

"Boss Lin, are you going to get out of here yourself or should I help you get out?" Boss Duan said, his face full of fat.

"This is the foundation I've built up over most of my life. Even if I die, I won't leave." Zhou Yecheng hugged a large tree, his attitude resolute.

He knew perfectly well that the Salt Transport Commissioner would not supply salt, and the clothing workshop would not recover.

"Hmph, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences." Boss Duan's eyes turned cold, and he said angrily, "Men, throw him out!"

Four shirtless, burly men walked over menacingly and easily grabbed Zhou Yecheng.

"Yinyin, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you." Zhou Yecheng was in tears, wishing he could see Zhou Xiyin one last time before he died.

"Father, no!" Zhou Xiyin cried out shrilly, thankfully arriving in time to prevent Zhou Yecheng from taking his own life.

If someone were to crash headfirst into a tree, they would either die or become a vegetable.

"Yinyin? Why are you back? Didn't you go to the old house?" Zhou Yecheng asked, his voice filled with mixed emotions of sorrow and joy.

He did hope to see Zhou Xiyin again, but he didn't want to drag her into it.

He even left her a thousand taels of silver for living expenses, enough to ensure she would have enough to eat and wear for the next few years.

As a father, Zhou Yecheng has already done a good job.

"My dear son-in-law? You're back?" Zhou Yecheng perked up immediately upon seeing Lin Ping.

He had thought Lin Ping was gone forever, which was why he had lost all hope.

Lin Ping knew exactly how capable he was, and even secretly worried for Boss Duan. He thought the other party had better hand over the property deed obediently to avoid suffering physical pain.

"You're joking, where else would I go if I didn't come back?" Lin Ping said with a smile, strolling over leisurely, not taking it seriously at all.

"Are you Zhou Yecheng's son-in-law?" Boss Duan asked, tilting his head.

Lin Ping nodded.

"Alright, you can pay back the 50,000 taels of silver that Zhou Yecheng owes." Boss Duan was quite clever and directly reached out to Lin Ping.

"Who are you?" Lin Ping asked knowingly.

"I am Duan Xiu, the owner of this brokerage firm," Boss Duan said arrogantly, as if the whole world belonged to him.

Lin Ping admitted that he burst out laughing. He could guess the other person's identity, but he couldn't guess their name!

Duan Xiu? Is this name for real? Or is the person just as their name suggests?

He subconsciously took a few steps back and wiped the sweat from Chrysanthemum's brow.

"Didn't your father-in-law hand over the land deed to you? What else do you want?" Lin Ping said calmly.

Zhou Yecheng's eyes widened in disbelief as he said to Lin Ping, "My dear son-in-law, this is the foundation of my life's work, and I cannot lose it."

"We'll buy them back tomorrow; ten thousand taels of silver will be enough," Lin Ping whispered in Zhou Yecheng's ear.

Selling it for 50,000 taels and buying it back for 10,000 taels—only Lin Ping could say something so shameless.

Zhou Yecheng nodded vigorously, naturally believing that Lin Ping had the ability, and suddenly laughed loudly, "Son-in-law, let's go!"

The three of them walked out the door with a swagger, showing no sign of reluctance, which puzzled Duan Xiu.

More than a dozen servants also ran out, scurrying after Lin Ping, hoping to get a good meal by following Master Ping!

"Are you sick? You were just threatening to kill yourself, and now you're laughing out loud?" Duan Xiu spat and said coldly, "Don't even think about buying this house back from me without at least 100,000 taels of silver."

The old house suddenly became lively, and the rooms were obviously crowded. Even Zhou Yecheng felt embarrassed to have a room to himself.

The servants were quite diligent, quickly cleaning the courtyard so that it looked habitable.

"My dear son-in-law, let's go buy the house back tomorrow," Zhou Yecheng said anxiously.

He left with a smile because Lin Ping had promised him a net profit of 40,000 taels of silver, so why not?

"Does Father-in-law have ten thousand taels of silver?" Lin Ping asked in return.

Zhou Yecheng blushed; he couldn't even afford a thousand taels, let alone ten thousand.

In other words, the matter of buying a house still needs to be considered carefully.