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

The news that Lin Ping was going to sell the weaving workshop spread quickly. Before the brokers even arrived, the needlework women were already waiting there.

They had no other demands, they just wanted money.

Although I haven't worked for the past two weeks, I've been present every day, so I should be paid.

Furthermore, if the weaving workshop is sold, they will lose their jobs, so there should be some loss involved.

"Don't come in!" Two overweight women blocked Lin Ping and Zhou Xiyin from entering, their faces full of anger.

"You think you can stop me?" Lin Ping forcefully pushed the two away, his eyes revealing a cold killing intent.

He's the boss here, yet he was stopped outside by two employees. If they weren't women, he would have already started hitting them.

The reputation of being a spoiled brat wasn't given lightly, and his vindictive nature wasn't developed overnight.

These two people were quite large, and even if Lin Ping used all his strength, he might not be able to push them away.

They were frightened by the imposing manner, so they pretended to fall down and immediately cried out, "They've hit someone! The weaving shop owner has hit someone!"

The fat man's voice was always startling, and this scream attracted a lot of onlookers who criticized Lin Ping.

"How shameless! A grown man like you is hitting a woman."

"That's right. Just because he has some money doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants. He must be brought to justice."

"That's right, bring them to justice, report them to the authorities! Report them to the authorities!"

Most of the onlookers were women, who couldn't stand seeing men hitting women, and even more so, they couldn't stand seeing rich people hitting poor people.

In short, Lin Ping has both flaws, so he deserves to be criticized by everyone.

"Trying to extort money? Great, it feels like ages ago." Lin Ping was so angry he gritted his teeth. He hadn't expected this unreasonable woman to be so difficult to deal with.

"Little Goose, bring me the stick and beat him hard!" Lin Ping said angrily, as he hated nothing more than staged accidents.

Before transmigrating, I was swindled out of a lot of money, and this time I'm going to get it back with interest.

Wang Xiao'e was bowing her head in self-reproach, having failed to do what Lin Ping had asked her to do.

She even thought the needlework strike was her fault, having stayed there for more than ten days, saying all sorts of nice things every day, only to be met with ridicule in return.

She was too ashamed to go back, and even thought that Lin Ping had abandoned her.

When I saw Lin Ping today, I couldn't help but shed tears—tears of emotion, but also tears of grievance.

She felt too ashamed to face Lin Ping, so she could only lower her head and hide to the side. Suddenly, she heard him call her name, and she was startled. She subconsciously grabbed a wooden stick.

"What do you want?" The woman lying on the ground was somewhat panicked as Wang Xiao'e approached little by little.

"I don't hit women, but that doesn't mean others can't." Lin Ping's eyes grew increasingly cold. "Little Goose, hit her hard. I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

Seeing that he was serious, the women became a little scared. They just wanted to gain more benefits and didn't want to risk their lives.

"You can't hit me, I'm going to report this to the authorities," the obese woman said tremblingly, her earlier confidence long gone.

"Report to the authorities? Sure! But we'll talk about it after the fight is over!" Lin Ping's face grew increasingly ferocious, determined to beat someone up.

These past few days, Wang Xiao'e has been brought to tears by them more than once. Even the most delicate woman has a temper, and she had long wanted to vent her anger, but she was afraid of causing trouble for Lin Ping.

Now that's great! Not only can I get angry, but I can also help my son-in-law vent his anger.

"I told you not to go on strike, not to cause trouble, not to block your son-in-law!" Wang Xiao'e used all her strength to slap the woman's buttocks three times in a row.

Even though she was covered in fat, she couldn't escape the result of her buttocks being bruised and battered, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.

"This is outrageous! We must report this to the authorities." The onlookers were terrified, never expecting Lin Ping to be such a scoundrel.

"Now it's your turn. Do you have anything to say?" Lin Ping said sarcastically.

Is it just a coincidence that dozens of needlework women went on strike at the same time?

Lin Ping didn't believe it even with his toes; there must be someone instigating this.

I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find out who they were, but they revealed their identities right from the start.

"I want to report this to the authorities!" another man shouted, raising his arm, his face full of defiance.

"beat!"

A single, simple word, clean and concise.

Wang Xiaoe raised the wooden stick again and struck the man three more times, causing his legs to cramp.

"Looks like you're not planning to talk." Lin Ping smiled mysteriously. "Then I'll beat you until you open your mouth!"

"What right do you have to hit her?" A group of women swarmed over, their sharp claws poised to strike Wang Xiao'e.

They were all in the same boat, and they were also worried about being attacked.

Rather than waiting to be killed, it's better to strike first. After all, Lin Ping made the first move, so at worst we can wait for the prefect to arrive and uphold justice.

"Because I have a weapon!" Lin Ping pulled the trigger of his sword, and cold arrows swept past the crowd.

They were just women, and had never seen real weapons before, so they obediently stayed where they were.

"Beat them until they have something to say," Lin Ping continued.

Wang Xiao'e nodded and proceeded to beat them repeatedly.

"You will be punished," the two women said resentfully.

"Retribution? That's a word reserved for the weak. When you become truly powerful, even the heavens will be afraid!" Lin Ping said arrogantly.

The overwhelming pressure made it hard for everyone to breathe; they were clearly furious, but dared not speak.

Before long, a pair of soldiers rushed over, each carrying a gleaming curved knife.

"Make way, make way!" The soldiers used their curved swords to clear a path and immediately brought the situation under control.

"Who's fighting? Take them all back!" A sharp voice came from behind the officers and soldiers. Without asking any questions, they started arresting people.

He knew, of course, that Lin Ping was the one hitting him, and the other party had no chance to fight back; there was no possibility of a brawl.

But he wanted to help Lin Ping and convict both of them.

The two women were so frightened that tears streamed down their faces. They dared not go to the government office and even considered giving up the case.

With Xia Yeran's help, this matter was easy to handle; at most, it would just require paying some money to settle the matter.

"Your Excellency may have misunderstood. There is no fighting here. I am the one disciplining them," Lin Ping said sarcastically, cupping his hands in a sarcastic tone.

Is this guy crazy?

Xia Yeran could hardly believe her ears. Lin Ping was a shrewd person; how could he possibly say such a thing?

He hadn't misheard; Lin Ping repeated it again, and even continued to instruct Wang Xiao'e to beat people.

"Are you crazy? The prefect is trying to help you," Zhou Xiyin said, pinching Lin Ping's arm.

"Mrs. Lin, are you sure you weren't fighting?" Xia Yeran asked Zhou Xiyin. He knew Lin Ping was beyond redemption, so he thought it best to ask someone else and give a different answer.

“It wasn’t a fight, really. Do I have to say something three times before anyone believes me?” Lin Ping answered first, a hint of helplessness in his voice.