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

"Hmph, I didn't expect Bafang Money House to be able to come up with 100,000 taels of silver." Diao Mao, who was secretly observing, said coldly, "Then let him bring another 100,000 taels!"

"The boss is brilliant! He managed to bankrupt the Eight Directions Bank with just 20,000 taels of silver. It's incredibly profitable!" Tian Duoduo praised.

They bribed some wealthy merchants with 20,000 taels of silver, and the Eight Directions Money Shop had to come up with 200,000 taels of real gold and silver, which would definitely force it to close down.

At that time, Jin Manlou will be able to take over the business of the entire Wu Kingdom in one fell swoop. The 20,000 taels of silver he spent will be recouped in just a few days. It would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a highly profitable venture.

Diao Mao didn't want to wait even a day and immediately instructed Tian Duoduo to handle the matter personally.

He didn't believe that Bafang Money House could still come up with another 100,000 taels of silver; even Jinmanlou didn't have that kind of strength.

The thought of Bafang Money Shop being brought down filled him with immense satisfaction.

His target was Lin Ping. Without the support of Bafang Money House, Lin Ping would not be able to obtain enough funds, which would eventually lead to a broken capital chain and bankruptcy.

"You brat, this is what happens when you offend me. Just wait until you're completely ruined." Diao Mao sneered inwardly, already imagining Lin Ping kneeling on the ground, begging for mercy.

He even devised a way to humiliate Lin Ping: first, make him kowtow and admit his mistake, then break his legs, and finally say decisively, "Give up, Jin Manlou won't lend you a single penny."

"Hahaha! That's awesome!" Diao Mao burst out laughing, completely lacking the imposing manner one would expect from the head of Jin Manlou.

It's more like the fierce and ruthless fighting among country bumpkins.

That afternoon, Tian Duoduo bribed two more wealthy businessmen, waiting for the show to begin the next day.

The next morning, Diao Mao continued to sit in the carriage outside the Bafang Money Shop, just like a watchdog hired by the other party.

As the sound of approaching hooves grew louder, Diao Mao laughed excitedly, "They're here! They're finally here! Bafang Money Shop is doomed!"

In his view, Bafang Money House was already at its wits' end and couldn't even come up with 50,000 taels of silver. The reason it bribed the two wealthy merchants was to ensure that nothing went wrong.

However, when the carriage approached, Diao Mao was taken aback; it was filled with nothing but silver.

This isn't a trip to withdraw money; it's a trip to deposit money!

Diao Mao was terrified and hurriedly told Tian Duoduo to get out of the car and check the situation.

Approaching them was a young man in blue robes. His attire was unremarkable, barely better than that of an ordinary person, and he was definitely not the owner that Jin Manlou had bribed in advance.

"Where is this young master headed?" Tian Duoduo greeted him with a smile.

"Of course, I lost the money deposited in Bafang Money House, otherwise this 100,000 taels of silver would have been in serious trouble," the man said, patting his chest, exuding the air of a country bumpkin.

"One hundred thousand taels?" Tian Duoduo gasped, unable to understand where the other party got one hundred thousand taels of silver from; he was clearly a country bumpkin.

If he had been born hundreds or thousands of years later, it wouldn't be surprising if he encountered this situation. He just happened to meet a coal mine owner, who lacks everything except money.

"There's a Jinmanlou across the street, which is even more famous than Bafang Money Shop. Why don't you go and take a look?" Tian Duoduo said with a fawning smile.

This is a way to kill two birds with one stone: it can cut off the financial lifeline of Bafang Money Shop and bring considerable profits to Jinmanlou.

"Bullshit Jinmanlou! I only trust Bafang Money Shop." The man in blue pushed Tian Duoduo aside forcefully and walked straight ahead.

"Please wait a moment, young master." Tian Duoduo hurriedly ran onto the carriage and explained the situation to Diao Mao. In this situation, he really had a hard time making a decision.

"He really wants to deposit 100,000 taels of silver?" Diao Mao gasped, not expecting the other party to be so extravagant.

“Absolutely true,” Tian Duoduo said confidently. He had worked in the money exchange for decades and could tell at a glance how much silver was in the carriage.

“Give him a thousand taels of silver and tell him to change course,” Diao Mao decided immediately, hoping the country bumpkin would be easily fooled.

Holding the silver notes in her hand, Tian Duoduo said tremblingly, "This is 100,100 taels of silver. Please take it, and I'll help you move the carriage over."

"Only a thousand taels of silver? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?" the man in blue said with a displeased expression, almost kicking Tian Duoduo away.

"This thousand taels of silver is given to you for free, how much more do you want?" Tian Duoduo said somewhat guiltily.

He vaguely sensed the temperament of these nouveau riche; they were not short of money at all, a thousand taels of silver was nothing to them, and it couldn't stop them from depositing money in the Eight Directions Money Shop.

"Ten thousand taels, not a tael less!" the man in blue said, hands on his hips and pouting, as if he had Tian Duoduo cornered.

"You know the market?" Tian Duoduo broke out in a cold sweat, not expecting the man in blue to immediately state the price they had paid to bribe the wealthy merchant.

One hundred thousand taels of silver is only worth ten thousand taels, isn't it?

You don't have to pay; I'll send the silver to Bafang Money Shop right now.

Tian Duoduo hurriedly explained the current situation to Diao Mao, almost making the other party vomit blood.

This is simply taking advantage of someone's misfortune.

Would Diao Mao dare not compromise?

Once the 100,000 taels of silver enters the Eight Directions Money Shop, it will solve the immediate crisis, and the 20,000 taels of silver spent before will be wasted.

"Here you go!" Diao Mao said through gritted teeth.

When Tian Duoduo presented 110,000 taels of silver, the man in blue only took 10,000 taels of it.

"What do you mean by this?" Tian Duoduo asked, puzzled.

"Sorry, I suddenly don't want to save money anymore. If you think I'm cheating you, you can take back the ten thousand taels of silver, but it might just reignite my desire to save money," the man in blue threatened blatantly.

It's ruthless!

Tian Duoduo's body went limp and she almost knelt down before the other party, only able to watch helplessly as he pulled the silver away.

In short, as long as this silver wasn't given to Bafang Money Shop, it's fine; consider it as another ten thousand taels of silver spent.

Diao Mao was so angry he gritted his teeth. If it weren't for broad daylight, he would have definitely hit someone.

However, the 100,000 taels of silver eventually ended up in the treasury of Bafang Money Shop, albeit via a longer route.

When the two wealthy merchants arrived one after the other, Diao Mao was all smiles, but halfway through his smile his face suddenly stiffened as Bafang Money Shop produced another 100,000 taels of silver.

"My 30,000 taels of silver!" Diao Mao's lips twitched uncontrollably, his heart aching as if pricked by needles. Even if Jin Manlou was a behemoth, he couldn't just throw away 30,000 taels of silver for nothing.

Moreover, they had limited information and could not find the next wealthy merchant holding the Eight Directions Bank's silver notes.

“Wait! Wait here every day!” Diao Mao made a bold decision.

He changed his way of thinking: since he couldn't immediately empty the treasury of Bafang Money Shop, he wouldn't give it the opportunity to make money.

As a well-established money exchange, Bafang Money Exchange maintained a near-balanced income and expenditure, meaning that the amount of silver earned each day was roughly equal to the amount of silver spent.

Although Diao Mao cannot increase the number of people withdrawing money, he can reduce the number of people depositing money.

He only needed to wait outside the door every day, and whenever someone brought money to deposit, he would bribe them.

Bafang Money House was, after all, a large money house with a considerable daily turnover. If the inflow were controlled, at least tens of thousands of taels would have to be withdrawn from the vault every day, which would definitely not last ten days.