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

"Salt Commissioner." Upon seeing Fu Peiran, everyone immediately fell silent.

This is the head of the Salt Transport Commissioner, who controls the salt of the entire country and their fate.

However, this salt commissioner doesn't seem to be doing so well lately. Not only is there no salt in the warehouse, but many soldiers have also died.

"Will this thousand bushels of salt be enough to turn his life around?" Everyone wondered.

It was obvious that the Salt Commissioner had come to seize the salt. He didn't care where Zhu Xiaoji came from; he should kneel before the Salt Commissioner's office.

After acquiring a thousand shi of salt, he could sell it for 100,000 taels of silver, or even more, which could be considered a turnaround, at least giving him some credit to the emperor.

"Greetings, Salt Commissioner!" Those who understood the situation bowed in unison, and even the somewhat confused followed suit.

Zhu Xiaoji frowned and was about to kowtow instinctively, but Tang Wunao stopped him.

"How dare you! Why don't you kneel before the Salt Commissioner?" a constable said angrily, and it looked like he was about to draw his sword.

The Salt Commissioner was of a high rank, far beyond the reach of a nobody like Tang Wunao.

Unfortunately, they were deeply influenced by Lin Ping and were not afraid to offend the powerful and influential.

Is the salt commissioner so great? Can he catch up with me?

Behind me is a smooth asphalt road. Riding my horse, I can return to Jiangcheng Prefecture in less than a day. If you dare to chase me, try it.

Your horse is not as fast as mine. So what if you are a Dou Di expert?

Ahead, you Battle Emperor, dare you dismount and fight me? Giddy up!

"I am but a commoner, how could I possibly know the Salt Commissioner?" Tang Wunao said respectfully.

He didn't know the salt commissioner, so he had no reason to kneel. He couldn't just kneel down to anyone dressed in fine clothes.

The constable was so angry that his face turned ashen. He said furiously, "Now that you know me, why don't you kneel down?"

"I still don't recognize him. Where is he? Where is the Salt Commissioner?" Tang Wunao said, looking around and even rummaging through the crowd.

Is this guy trying to kill himself? Everyone was holding their breath for him, while others were just enjoying the spectacle.

The headman's face turned black with anger; he really wanted to kill him with a sword.

"Ahem, ahem, I am Fu Peiran, the Salt Commissioner you are looking for." Fu Peiran coughed twice to avoid further embarrassment.

The Salt Commissioner was supposed to be a high-ranking official, but now he has to identify himself? Tang Wunao, you're really something!

"You are Lord Fu?" Tang Wunao asked, feigning surprise.

His expression was respectful enough, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief for him. Ignorance is no excuse, after all, and how could the Salt Commissioner lower himself to argue with him?

Fu Peiran nodded and reiterated his identity, expecting Tang Wunao to obediently kneel down.

"Do you have any proof?" Tang Wunao continued to ask.

Holy crap, that's pretty unbeatable.

Everyone gasped again, never expecting Tang Wunao to be so ignorant.

Fu Peiran's face is proof; does he expect to show his badge to everyone he meets?

"You brat, you're asking for death!" The constable drew his sword and stormed toward Tang Wunao.

He wasn't afraid at all, and said coldly, "I think he's a fake salt commissioner. He doesn't even have any proof of identity. Isn't he afraid of being arrested by the soldiers?"

Fu Peiran was so angry he almost vomited blood. He couldn't possibly let the head constable kill someone here.

Left with no other choice, he actually pulled out a waist token with the words "Salt Transport Commissioner" clearly written on it.

"So you really are the Salt Commissioner." Tang Wunao's attitude made a complete 180-degree turn, and he hurriedly cupped his hands and said, putting on quite a show.

Zhu Xiaoji, who was standing next to him, almost burst out laughing. No wonder Lin Ping had repeatedly said that Tang Wunao should come along; this guy was a real drama queen.

"May I ask what brings the Salt Commissioner here?" Tang Wunao asked, feigning ignorance.

"He's here to buy salt..." Fu Peiran said in a low voice. He felt that he had lost all face. How could he have run into such a blind guy?

How did he live to be so old and still have so much salt in his hands?

"The highest bidder wins. This boss has already offered one hundred taels of silver per stone. How much can you offer?" Tang Wunao said with a grin, pointing at the fat man.

The man immediately turned pale with fright, his legs went weak, and he knelt down in front of Fu Peiran, trembling as he said, "I didn't know you were here to buy salt. I'll go back right now."

"The highest bidder wins? Hmph, young man, you're quite confident." Fu Peiran sneered.

The wealthy businessmen who had originally made the bids scattered in a flash, keeping at least a dozen meters away.

The wealthy businessmen have all left, so the previous prices are no longer valid.

In other words, his only customer is Fu Peiran, and the price is determined by Fu Peiran.

"I'll offer one tael of silver!" Fu Peiran shouted. "Anyone raising the price?"

One tael of silver per shi (a unit of dry measure)? That's just the cost price; it's not even enough to cover the round-trip travel expenses.

"Hmph! We're not selling anymore!" Tang Wunao pulled Zhu Xiaoji along as they walked back.

Are the Salt Transport Commissioners so powerful? Salt is in our hands; we can sell it to whomever we want and at whatever price we want.

"Want to leave? Ask the sword in my hand if it agrees first." The captain strode forward and blocked their path, his long sword gleaming coldly.

"What do you think you're doing in broad daylight? We haven't broken any laws," Tang Wunao retorted.

"I'm a soldier, if I say you've broken the law, then you've broken the law!" the constable said with a ferocious expression. He had long been annoyed with Tang Wunao and was finally able to vent his anger.

Killing him wouldn't be necessary, but crippling him wouldn't be a problem at all.

Would these hundreds of vendors around dare to leak this information? Do they have a death wish?

"Go to hell!" Just as the constable was feeling most smug, a strong voice came from behind him and kicked him away, sending him sprawling face-first on the ground with several broken bones.

"Who are you? How dare you assault soldiers?" Fu Peiran said coldly.

Upon seeing this, hundreds of soldiers surrounded the intruder and immediately strangled him.

"I am Pang Xingji, the commander of the Jiangcheng City Lord's Mansion. What do you want to do to me?" Pang Xingji snorted coldly, not afraid of these smashed things.

Suddenly, the ground trembled, and a cloud of dust rose as thousands of cavalrymen charged forward at breakneck speed. Their imposing and powerful momentum immediately terrified the dozens of soldiers.

They're just bullying others by virtue of their power; the enemy is a cavalryman who lives on the edge of a knife, and their equipment is far superior.

If they really started fighting, they probably wouldn't even be able to cut off a horse's leg.

Fu Peiran gasped, realizing roughly who had killed those hundred people.

However, he had no evidence and could not persuade the king to send troops against the lord of Jiangcheng, so he could only suffer in silence.

The hundreds of wealthy businessmen had never seen such a scene before, and their legs immediately trembled with fear. They finally understood why Tang Wunao was so arrogant; he had the means to back it up!

That's a thousand cavalrymen! That's real strength!

It's far more powerful than those relationships built on patronage; even Fu Peiran has to give it a smile.