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

"So it's Boss Diao Mao. I've heard that you live up to your name, you are indeed handsome and dashing." Lin Ping said with his hands clasped, but he had already made a lewd joke.

Diao Mao, naturally unaware of the meaning, took it as a compliment and sneered at Lin Ping with disdain, "I suppose Young Master Lin is also here to withdraw money from Jinmanlou. You may simply take out all the silver notes you have and leave immediately with the money."

He knew that Lin Ping was a vengeful person, and his appearance at this critical juncture proved that he would spare no effort to strike at Jin Manlou.

Even if Diao Mao pleads desperately, it will be to no avail. It's better to just tear off the mask and fight him to the end.

In a close contest, the brave prevail. Diao Mao really didn't believe that Lin Ping could accumulate wealth that Jin Manlou couldn't handle in just a few days.

If Jin Manlou can survive this calamity, he will surely rise to prominence, and Bafang Money House will be completely crushed under his feet, cutting off Lin Ping's source of income.

"Boss Diao Mao is indeed a straightforward man. I, Lin Ping, am an honest man and I will not beat around the bush. I have 300,000 taels of silver in my pocket, please cash it." Lin Ping said casually, as if the 300,000 taels of silver were nothing to him.

"Three hundred thousand taels? This young master has accumulated so much wealth at such a young age?"

"Excuse me, I need to go home and bring my daughter with me."

“My younger sister is just sixteen years old, and she seems to be a good match for this young master.”

Lin Ping is the most handsome man in Jiangcheng. He is in danger of being stared at to death when he walks down the street. Even in Yingtian Prefecture, he is definitely the most dazzling guy on the street.

Not only that, but at such a young age he actually had 300,000 taels of silver, which is the wealth of a top-tier merchant.

Leaving aside its future appreciation potential, the 300,000 taels of silver alone are enough to make these people marry off their daughters.

Even though Diao Mao had already guessed that this would happen, he still gasped. This was 300,000 taels of silver, not 3,000 taels, and it might even empty Jinmanlou's treasury.

"Young Master Lin is indeed straightforward. I, Diao, will send someone to collect the money right away," Diao Mao muttered softly, his teeth itching with hatred.

If Lin Ping had earned this money through her own abilities, that would be one thing, but she clearly swindled it from Jin Manlou, and by a whole sum of 500,000 taels.

"Lin Ping, don't be too smug. One day, I, Diao Mao, will make you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy." Diao Mao swore a vicious oath in his heart.

He was the head of Jinmanlou, a very important wealthy merchant in the entire Yue Kingdom, and could even be said to be second only to the emperor. Which wealthy merchant wouldn't bow and scrape before him?

He was used to being admired.

Everything changed after Lin Ping appeared. First, he was humiliated in Yancheng, and then he was humiliated again at the Lin residence.

In short, he only got his face so that Lin Ping could beat him up.

He was resentful and wanted revenge. He wanted to ruin Lin Ping's reputation and make him die without a burial place.

Lin Ping casually pulled out 300,000 taels of silver from his pocket and tossed it to Diao Mao without hesitation, not afraid that Diao Mao would run away with the money.

Three hundred thousand taels plus two hundred and one thousand taels equals more than five hundred thousand taels of silver. I doubt any of the people present have ever seen so much cash.

Everyone gasped in astonishment, staring at the thick stack of silver notes, and made way for the Jinmanlou shop assistants to continuously deliver money.

Next, a beautiful scene appeared in Yingtianfu: a dozen or so shop assistants pulled heavy wooden carts back and forth between Jinmanlou and Bafang Money Exchange.

The wooden cart was covered with real gold and silver, a full three feet thick.

Under the sunlight, the entire wooden cart shone with a dazzling silver light.

"So sparkly, so sparkly, my eyes."

"If I could have a car like that, I'd die happy!"

"Poverty limits imagination; this is the life of the rich."

Everyone was startled by the amount of silver.

The fact that the fine silver was laid flat on a wooden cart instead of being stored in a wooden box made it clear that it was meant to be shown off to others.

Don't be such a bully.

The people along the way wept bitterly, feeling their dignity being trampled on the ground... rubbing, rubbing, rubbing on this smooth ground.

This is undoubtedly a good thing, greatly stimulating the people's drive to strive for progress.

"I'm going to work as a bricklayer, carrying ten bricks at a time. Sooner or later I'll earn that much money too," a young and strong man said indignantly. It is said that he eventually became the "King of Bricklayers," earning a hundred taels of silver a month, which can be considered as realizing his life's value.

On the contrary, those self-righteous literary talents are all talk and no action, neither good enough for high positions nor good enough for low ones, and they can't even earn enough to support their families.

Even though they were starving, they still mocked those who could afford to eat pork by carrying bricks.

Before long, 500,000 taels of silver were delivered to Lin Ping and Li Mingxuan, piled up like a mountain of silver.

"Young Master Lin, I don't care about your mere 500,000 taels of silver. I'm afraid you don't have the ability to take it away," Diao Mao said contemptuously, even laughing out loud.

He wanted to mock Lin Ping and use this opportunity to demonstrate Jin Manlou's astonishing wealth to everyone.

“It is indeed quite heavy.” Lin Ping scratched his head and said, “Da Ri, hurry back to the manor for help. Everyone take a cloth bag and make sure it is full.”

Using a cloth bag to carry money—how could Lin Ping even think of that? That's definitely the style of a nouveau riche.

"The silver in Jinmanlou's warehouse is piled up like a mountain. Does anyone else want to withdraw money?" Diao Mao shouted loudly, forcing himself to speak.

Although he was panicking inside, he put on a convincing act, which was why he could have a deterrent effect.

"What are you talking about? Jinmanlou is a big and powerful company, would they really cheat us out of two hundred?"

"That's right, that's right. Compared to Jinmanlou, Bafang Money House is just a pile of shit, so runny it's practically just soup. From now on, I'll only trust Jinmanlou."

"It's a century-old store, trustworthy. I will recommend it to my relatives and friends."

"Zhang Laosan, are you sure your relatives and friends aren't here to borrow money, since they're all dirt poor?"

The crowd burst into laughter, their hearty laughter revealing their trust in Jin Manlou.

"Boss, look at this! Lin Ping has really screwed us over. He made 500,000 taels of silver, but Bafang Bank will definitely have a hard time from now on." Manager Jin observed everything happening outside through the crack in the door and kept speaking ill of Lin Ping to Ma Dayun.

"Alas, man proposes, God disposes. I never expected Jinmanlou to have so much cash," Ma Dayun said, shaking his head helplessly.

He didn't blame Lin Ping, he only blamed his own bad luck.

Ultimately, Lin Ping was just a behind-the-scenes planner; the real decision-maker was Ma Dayun, so he can't blame anyone else.

"Boss Diao Mao, I need to withdraw money!" Lin Ping walked up to Diao Mao again and said in a serious tone.

Diao Mao staggered, broke out in a cold sweat, and even looked at Lin Ping with a terrified expression.

After a moment, he calmed down and gave a cold laugh. "Lin Ping, are you still going to bluff now? If you can still produce ten thousand taels of silver, I'll kneel down and call you grandpa."