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

The price of salt, which had originally risen to 160 taels of silver per stone, has now dropped to 140 taels. This change is welcome.

In a sense, Lin Ping helped these wealthy businessmen.

Without further hesitation, everyone emptied their pockets of silver notes and lined up to buy salt from the Salt Transport Magistrate.

The salt commissioner, sitting in the carriage, smiled faintly, showing no sign of blame. He felt that the salt commissioner had done the right thing and that Lin Ping and the Lin family should suffer.

Anyway, 50,000 taels of that 120,000 taels of silver was sent by Zhou Yecheng. As long as the Zhou family is wiped out, this will become an unclaimed debt, and the Salt Transport Commissioner will make a net profit of 70,000 taels.

This is no small sum. Whether it goes entirely into the national treasury or is used to bribe high-ranking officials, it could elevate him to a higher position.

The salt transport magistrate gave Lin Ping a provocative look, wishing he would die immediately.

There was one thing he couldn't understand: why would the city lord of Jiangcheng lend him 300,000 taels of silver? Wasn't he afraid of not being able to get it back?

Lin Ping's life is not worth 300,000 taels of silver.

"Salt on sale! Salt on sale!" Lin Ping shouted over and over again, his voice sounding as if he were fighting with himself.

The sound successfully attracted everyone's attention, who simply treated it as watching a madman.

The salt you, Lin Ping, bought for 150 taels of silver, how cheap could it be? Cheaper than the Salt Transport Commissioner's?

Lin Ping answered everyone's doubts with his actions; looking across the entire Yue Kingdom, he was the most despicable!

"Fifty taels of silver per shi, there's no limit to how cheap it can get!" Lin Ping continued to shout loudly, vaguely feeling that this statement was somewhat inaccurate.

So be it, he's used to it.

"This guy is either crazy, stupid, or just making fun of us."

"Fifty taels of silver per shi, and you, Lin Ping, are losing two hundred thousand taels? Do you own a mine?"

"I think he's just trying to attract attention. Even if you really want to buy it, he won't sell it to you."

"Hmph, this kind of person is just asking for trouble. Let's all work together to control the market in Yingtian Prefecture and never let him sell a single pound of salt."

The crowd spoke angrily, even threatening to kill him without a burial place.

At a price higher than 150 taels, it's impossible to sell in large quantities; it can only be sold to ordinary people. As long as these wealthy merchants unite to squeeze him out, he's guaranteed not to sell a single pound of salt within a month. When the city lord of Jiangcheng comes to his senses, Lin Ping will only have one way out: death.

"I would like to buy ten shi (a unit of dry measure)," a square-faced, greasy middle-aged man said obsequiously to the salt transport magistrate.

He was just a restaurant owner; he had no ability to resell salt and only needed to keep enough for the restaurant's consumption.

In the eyes of the Salt Transport Commissioner, these were all small-time merchants and should not be received. However, in order to completely confiscate Lin Ping's money, the Salt Transport Magistrate made an exception and even put on a smiling face, "Serve salt to Boss Sun!"

The square-faced man was flattered and bowed repeatedly, almost kneeling down to thank him.

"Are these people out of their minds? Why don't they buy the cheaper ones?" Lin Ping felt helpless watching Boss Sun willingly hand over his money.

In a short while, the Salt Transport Office had already sold several deals and recovered nearly five thousand taels of its principal.

Those big spenders were queuing up at the back, extremely anxious. If this trend continued, some people really wouldn't be able to buy salt.

"Excuse me, excuse me, I'm a big spender, I'll buy first." A dark-faced man was sweating profusely and kept rushing forward.

He was at the very back of the line, the kind of person who couldn't buy salt.

That was one of the major salt merchants in Yingtian Prefecture, but now its treasury is empty, there is no profit to be made, and it is inevitable that it will be ridiculed.

The man was quickly dragged back, and the salt transport magistrate shook his head and said, "Boss Wang, there should be a first-come, first-served order, right?"

His words immediately garnered support from the crowd, with some even spitting at the dark-faced man.

"Mr. Wang, why don't you come and take a look over here? Fifty taels of silver per shi (a unit of dry measure)." Lin Ping's voice was extremely tempting; if he wanted to open up the market, he needed someone to cooperate.

Boss Wang looked down on Zhou Yecheng deep down, and even more so on his son-in-law who had moved in with his wife's family. But the other party did have salt in his hands, which was better than him just sitting here worrying.

"Is it really fifty taels of silver per shi?" Boss Wang asked doubtfully.

"Absolutely true." Lin Ping nodded again.

Let alone fifty taels, even if it's ten taels of silver per shi (a unit of dry measure), he would still make a considerable profit. That's how capricious men with mines in their families can be.

Lin Ping roughly calculated that 1,000 shi of salt could temporarily ease the market in Yingtianfu, but continuing to dump it would not be very effective.

Therefore, the salt sold to the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office had already made all the money in the market, and selling an extra stone would be an additional gain.

He could even imagine that if three thousand shi of salt flooded the market at once, the price of salt would definitely fall below the fifty taels mark.

Unless all salt merchants unite to control the market and raise prices arbitrarily.

If that's the case, they will suffer even greater losses, and Lin Ping will continue to dump salt into Yingtian Prefecture, causing prices to gradually decrease.

He owns salt mines; even if all the salt merchants in Yingtian Prefecture joined forces, they could only buy a tiny fraction of what he could afford. There will come a day when they can't hold out any longer.

At that time, the price of salt in Yingtian Prefecture will plummet, possibly even falling below ten taels of silver.

In this way, all the money of the salt merchants in Yingtian Prefecture, and even the money of the Salt Transport Commissioner, went into Lin Ping's pocket.

If you're going to do something, do it big! Otherwise, people will look down on you.

"What if I buy one hundred shi?" Boss Wang continued to ask.

Without saying a word, Lin Ping immediately ordered his men to bring over a hundred shi (a unit of dry measure) of salt, even offering to deliver it to his door.

"Son-in-law, you mustn't!" Zhou Yecheng hurriedly stopped him, his heart bleeding.

By selling salt this way, he lost a net loss of one hundred taels per stone, which meant that ten thousand taels of silver went down the drain.

Although it was Lin Ping who borrowed money from the City Lord's Mansion, the Zhou family was also implicated.

He was too late; Lin Ping had already received five thousand taels of silver from the other party.

Zhou Yecheng's head was buzzing, and suddenly everything went black before his eyes, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Father, are you alright?" Zhou Xiyin asked worriedly. She trusted Lin Ping, but she couldn't figure out what he was up to.

In short, she cast her vote in support of Lin Ping.

Mr. Wang was dumbfounded. Lin Ping was not joking at all. He regretted only buying 100 shi of salt.

"Could we buy another five hundred shi?" Boss Wang asked timidly, unintentionally overestimating Lin Ping's status.

If you have salt, you're the boss; no matter your status, it's worth kneeling down for.

"Okay!" Lin Ping nodded with a smile and immediately ordered someone to bring another five hundred shi of salt.

Wang Heizi's legs trembled with excitement. He regretted not bringing more cash and hurriedly said, "Boss Lin, please wait a moment. I'll go back to my residence to get the money right away."

"You may miss this opportunity," Lin Ping said with a faint smile.

"Sigh..." Wang Heizi slapped his thigh hard, full of regret.

He was content to have bought 600 shi of salt; he had to leave other salt merchants a way to survive.

He only hoped that he would leave quietly and that when he returned, no one would believe Lin Ping.