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

"Young Master Tang...? Are you really Young Master Tang?" Upon seeing Tang Wunao, Manager Jin's jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

Not long ago, Tang Wunao made quite a stir selling salt outside the city. Even the managers of the money shops flocked to join in the fun. Manager Jin was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of Tang Wunao in the crowd and was immediately filled with emotion. It was a pity that he didn't have a daughter, otherwise he would definitely have gone to curry favor with him.

Shopkeeper Jin had memorized Tang Wunao's appearance. Now, meeting him in this place, he was both excited and surprised, and couldn't wait to run over and ask for an autograph.

Besides, Duan Xiu also stood up from the corner, ran briskly to Tang Wunao, and said with a smile, "Young Master Tang, it is an honor to have you grace our humble shop with your presence. May I ask what you need? If you are here to buy a shop, our shop has plenty of options."

Duan Xiu grasped at a straw as if it were a lifeline. Tang Wunao was a renowned salt merchant, and logically, he needed a large number of shops to sell. This man was most likely there to buy shops.

These young people from outside the area are not only rich, but also extravagant.

Following his principle of catching rich men, Duan Xiu continued, "I have dozens of prime shops in Jin Street, which will definitely help open up the market for salt. Moreover, these shops are cheap, each costing 20,000 taels of silver."

Tang Wunao's appearance gave Duan Xiu a chance to turn his life around, or even to soar to great heights.

He not only wanted to break even, but also wanted to make a fortune. He could easily pay off his debt to Bafang Money House by selling just twenty or so shops.

Manager Jin glanced at Duan Xiu with disdain, thinking to himself: Duan Xiu really got lucky. He's asking for an exorbitant price. But Young Master Tang is rich and powerful, so he probably won't haggle.

He even went out of his way to speak well of Duan Xiu.

In Boss Jin's view, Bafang Money Shop and the brokerage firm were in the same boat, sharing both prosperity and adversity. Only if Duan Xiu could make money could he repay their debts, and he wouldn't feel envious.

Listening to the two of them talking back and forth, Tang Wunao was a little confused. He frowned and said, "Did I say that I came here to buy a shop? Besides, your price is a bit high. You're just treating me like a sucker."

Although Tang Wunao was a playboy, he had a remarkable business acumen and was able to see through Duan Xiu's little tricks.

Duan Xiu smiled awkwardly, scratched his head, and continued, "Young Master Tang is right. The price is negotiable. Eighteen thousand taels is not out of the question."

How could he not fleece a lamb that had practically delivered itself to his door? And why would he lower the price to below ten thousand taels?

From the moment Tang Wunao appeared, Duan Xiu felt emboldened.

He was a major salt merchant with tens of thousands of bushels of salt in his possession, which required a large sales team and necessitated the purchase of shops.

However, all the empty shops in Yingtian Prefecture had been acquired by brokerage firms. If he wanted to buy one, he would have to compromise with Duan Xiu. Even 18,000 taels of silver was considered a low price.

"Young Master, are those two opera singers? How come they have more scenes than you?" Tang Wunao bowed deeply, extremely respectful.

"Young Master? This kid is actually Young Master Tang's young master?" Manager Jin and Duan Xiu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Tang Wunao, whom they revered as a god, actually called Lin Ping "Young Master," which means that the real salt tycoon was actually him.

"These two think I'm too poor to handle the brokerage business," Lin Ping said with a shake of his head and a sigh.

It's like saying: I kindly helped them, but they looked down on me.

"My young master is poor? What a joke! My young master owns a million bushels of salt and his family's silver is piled up like mountains. If he is poor, then there are probably no rich people in the world." Tang Wunao laughed loudly, his face full of disdain.

If these words had come from anyone else, the two would have called him crazy. But since they came from the mouth of the young master Tang, whom they admired most, the weight of these words was quite different.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiyin almost burst out laughing, her beautiful eyes darting around as she stared at Lin Ping.

She knew exactly what Lin Ping was capable of; if he truly had a mountain of money, why would he be living in the old Zhou family mansion?

This was most likely fabricated by Tang Wunao to fool the other party.

She didn't just change the clothes on one side; she quietly looked at Lin Pingzhuang, and she looked really charming like that.

"Manager Jin, now you believe in my abilities, right? How about we consider letting Boss Duan settle his debt with his shop, and then buying it back at a high price once my mountain of silver arrives?" Lin Ping said, his eyes narrowed.

"Hmph, they're just salt merchants. How can they compare to a behemoth like Mingyue Tower? Maybe in a few days, Mingyue Tower will open another branch, and all the restaurants in Yingtian Prefecture will have to close down. Wouldn't that leave hundreds of shops empty? Wouldn't Bafang Money Shop become a sucker?" Manager Jin said angrily.

What he said was not wrong. Although salt is known as the second type of food for mankind, the amount used is small. There are only about twenty salt shops in the entire Yingtian Prefecture.

However, restaurants were different; there was one almost every hundred meters, and there were at least eighty or a hundred in the vast Yingtian Prefecture.

With only five branches of Mingyue Tower, it was impossible to meet the needs of the entire population of Yingtian Prefecture. It only caused more than twenty restaurants that were already struggling to survive to go out of business.

If Mingyuelou continues its efforts and opens a few more branches, the situation will change drastically. At that time, more restaurants will be sold off, and shops will become even less valuable. The shops acquired by Bafang Money Shop will only become a burden.

"Old man, someone said you're rich!" Lin Ping yelled at us, sounding incredibly arrogant.

"It's all my fault as your father, making my son wait anxiously." The door of the brokerage firm was pushed open again, and a slightly thin figure walked in with a smile on his face.

His appearance once again surprised everyone, especially Zhou Xiyin, whose beautiful eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

This is clearly the owner of Mingyue Tower, and also the person she is demanding payment for.

What did he call Lin Ping just now?

Zhou Xiyin was furious. She glared angrily at Lin Ping, stomping hard on his toes with her heel and grinding them against his toes.

“Old man, I told you they’re just salt merchants, they don’t have much savings. You have to stand up for your son.” Lin Ping pouted, looking like a child who never grew up.

It gives off a feeling of "I'm calling my dad to deal with you all."

"Daughter-in-law Xiyin greets Father." Zhou Xiyin quickly put on a smile and bowed respectfully in front of Lin Fugui.

She's been really wronged by Lin Ping. He actually went to collect debts from her father-in-law, and his attitude wasn't friendly at all. How is she going to get along with him in the future?

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiyin increased the pressure on her heel, causing Lin Ping to grimace in pain.

Faced with Zhou Xiyin's kowtow, Lin Fugui became somewhat smug. He immediately emptied his clothes, pulled out a thick wad of silver notes, and hurriedly stuffed them into her hand.

This was the first time Zhou Xiyin had called him "father," and she was supposed to pay him a "change of address fee."

He felt that 10,000 taels of silver was a bit meager, and that he should have brought more banknotes with him if he had known he would meet his daughter-in-law here.

"If you think it's too little, your father will go back and get more," Lin Fugui said incoherently, forgetting to let Zhou Xiyin get up first.

This also shows that he is not only a doting father to his son, but also a doting father to his daughter-in-law.