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

"Young master, where are you going?" Such a figure would always appear near Bafang Money Exchange, obsequiously stopping those who wanted to deposit money there.

"Go to Bafang Money Exchange and deposit 100,000 taels of silver." Behind the simply dressed young man were several carts of silver.

This was already the fifth young master to deposit 100,000 taels of silver at Bafang Money Shop, and Tian Duoduo was almost in despair.

He just couldn't understand how Bafang Money Shop had attracted so many big clients that he couldn't stop them.

What's even more infuriating is that most of these young masters were dressed simply, typical nouveau riche, and knew the market price. They immediately asked Tian Duoduo for 10,000 taels of silver, leaving no room for negotiation.

It was only the second day, and he had already spent 50,000 taels of silver, yet the Eight Directions Bank remained completely unaffected.

It wasn't until the third day, after Tian Duoduo took out 100,000 taels of silver, that Diao Mao realized something was amiss.

These nouveau riche bosses all seemed to be dressed the same, and even the carts of silver behind them looked somewhat alike.

However, the arrow has already been nocked; there's no reason to retract it.

In order to prevent the 100,000 taels of silver from going down the drain, and in order not to miss the opportunity to bring down the Bafang Money House, Diao Mao had to grit his teeth.

"Just hang in there a little longer, it'll be over soon," Diao Mao comforted himself.

As long as Bafang Money Shop closes down, everything we've done before will have been worthwhile.

Three more days passed, and Diao Mao lost another 100,000 taels of silver. Although he had only taken out silver notes and the amount of real gold and silver in the treasury had not decreased, he was afraid that these wealthy merchants who held Jinmanlou silver notes would unite to ruin them.

"Boss, something terrible has happened!" a man rushed over, panting.

His pale face looked like someone in his family had died.

"What's the matter that's causing such a panic?" Diao Mao was taken aback.

He'd been feeling uneasy these past few days, sensing something big was about to happen. Now that the gambling lord had arrived in such a hurry, it couldn't be anything good.

"A young master came to the gambling den today. He casually bought a piece of rough jade and found it to be icy imperial jade. I bought it back for ten thousand taels of silver," the gambling den owner said breathlessly.

"Well done, a piece of icy imperial green jadeite is worth more than this price," Diao Mao exclaimed, feeling much more at ease.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing. The fact that the gambling house can produce icy imperial green jadeite means that their raw jadeite is prone to producing green jadeite, which will actually bring good business.

The gambling den owner kept shaking his head and continued, "This young master bought several more pieces of raw jade, all of which turned out to be green, and they are quite valuable. I spent a total of 50,000 taels of silver to buy them."

"Oh? Yingtian Prefecture has actually produced such a talent?" Diao Mao exclaimed in admiration, even wanting to pay this young master a visit in person.

"He's not some young master, he's a devil." The gambling house owner said tremblingly, "After the stones turned green one after another, he bought several hundred more rough stones and smashed them to pieces in front of everyone. There wasn't a trace of green in them. Everyone was shocked and even said that our gambling house was using rough stones as raw materials. Even some of our old customers left one after another."

"Is this really true? Does this fellow not know the principle that it's better to resolve enmity than to create it?" Diao Mao's eyes turned cold, and he even had murderous intent.

He wanted to investigate the man's identity and then secretly eliminate him.

"Boss, something terrible has happened!" Before the gambling shop manager had even left, the manager of the East Street gambling den rushed over again.

"What's wrong now?" Diao Mao's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding wildly.

"Just now, a young master came into the gambling den and won fifty thousand taels of silver in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea," the gambling den manager said weakly, kneeling on the ground.

"Is there no one who can control him?" Diao Mao asked, both surprised and frightened.

"It's completely incurable. Several master chefs were so angry they vomited blood. He comes to the gambling den as easily as going home to get money." The gambling den manager said, on the verge of tears, his arms resting on the carriage.

Is it easier than going home to get money?

Diao Mao was so frightened that he shivered and nearly fainted.

"Close up quickly, and we'll make it back after this young master leaves," Diao Mao said hurriedly.

"It's already closed, but this young master isn't satisfied and keeps insisting on going to the gambling den on North Street to continue winning money," the gambling den manager explained.

He won 50,000 taels of silver in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. If he had stayed any longer, the entire gambling den might have changed hands.

Just as Diao Mao gasped for breath, the manager of the North Street gambling den rushed over, shouting, "Boss, something terrible has happened..."

"How much did you lose this time?" Diao Mao asked bluntly.

"Sixty, sixty, sixty thousand taels..." The manager of the North Street gambling den said with a bitter smile, "Luckily, I was clever enough to close the gambling den early. This kid actually said he wasn't satisfied and wanted to go to the West Street gambling den to win money."

puff……

Diao Mao spat out a mouthful of blood, already guessing the fate of the West Street gambling den. In order to minimize the losses, he decisively said, "Quickly inform the manager of the South Street gambling den to close immediately."

Before the words were even finished, the owner of the South Street gambling den had already run over, repeating exactly what the two men had said.

"This is a diversionary tactic..." Diao Mao shook his head, regretting that he hadn't informed the owner of the West Street gambling den first.

In other words, after leaving the North Street gambling den, that person went directly to the South Street gambling den, successfully buying time and causing the four major gambling dens to be completely wiped out.

The owner of the West Street gambling den was carried over, with blood and foam slowly oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not worth dying for!" The owner of the West Street gambling den, lying on the wooden cart, covered himself with a white cloth. He knew he was likely to be beaten to death by Diao Mao.

"How many tens of thousands of taels did you lose?" Diao Mao asked softly, he really didn't dare to know the answer.

The gambling dens on West Street are the most profitable. The master gambler is highly skilled, and even if he loses, he won't accept it and will inevitably continue to challenge.

The other person extended two fingers wrapped in gauze, remaining silent, their eyes like a deep, ancient well, so empty it was frightening.

"Twenty thousand taels?" Upon hearing this number, Diao Mao burst out laughing. "Twenty thousand taels is good, it's better than losing fifty thousand taels. You West Street people are really capable!"

Diao Mao really admired that young master, who was able to beat the master of the West Street gambling den.

"It's two hundred thousand taels!" the other party hurriedly explained.

puff……

Another mouthful of blood spurted from Diao Mao's mouth.

Two hundred thousand taels is an astronomical figure, even the entire annual profit of Jinmanlou. In the short time it takes to drink a cup of tea, it was all lost.

The three gambling dens in the east, south, and north lost a total of 150,000 taels of silver. The gambling house lost 50,000 taels, and the one on the west street lost 200,000 taels. Adding the 100,000 taels of silver they bribed the wealthy merchant, the total loss was 500,000 taels.

Even if one becomes incredibly wealthy and powerful, the amount of cash would not exceed this, since most of the money would be invested and could not immediately generate returns.

"This matter must not be made public. We absolutely cannot allow those wealthy merchants who hold Jinmanlou's silver notes to come and collect their money," Diao Mao said through gritted teeth, feeling that this matter would not end easily.