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

"Stupid clerk!"

The one who started the cursing was Jia Zhenzhen, who was hiding in the house. As a businessman, he should have professional ethics, but he really couldn't hold back.

Fortunately, the sound wasn't loud enough for the other party to hear.

"How much grain does Young Master Gu wish to buy?" The servant's face lit up with a bright smile, much like a blooming daisy.

He was completely powerless against such a fair-skinned young man, and he resented Lin Ping for not inventing soap yet.

He is confident that he will become the King of Soap.

Gu Chenyu also extended one finger.

Fortunately, this servant wasn't as obsessive-compulsive as Lin Ping, otherwise I would have bent his fingers.

"Ten thousand shi?" the servant asked exaggeratedly.

A big shot who can offer 40,000 coins must be rich; what's 10,000 shi? He can buy it all.

Gu Chenyu shook his head, a smile always playing on his lips.

"A thousand shi?" The servant was somewhat disheartened.

The other person still shook their head.

"One hundred bushels?" The servant was about to curse.

"Not a single stone will be left!" Gu Chenyu declared with an air of superiority.

What a loving remark! The servant felt in love, provided he could defeat all the girls in Kyoto Prefecture.

"To be honest, Young Master Gu, our shop only has ten thousand shi of grain," the servant replied, bowing low, his mouth level with the man's crotch... a form of etiquette.

"I'll take Young Master Gu to get the provisions right away," the servant said obsequiously.

Ten thousand bushels of grain can be sold for forty thousand taels of silver. Jia Zhenzhen made a net profit of thirty thousand taels. The boss was so happy that he had to give the employees a welfare bonus, with each person receiving at least thirty coins!

"You can't buy them all, my young lady still wants to buy more!" Yun'er said somewhat flusteredly as she squeezed through the crowd.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, who does your young lady think she is?" one of the servants next to Gu Chenyu said irritably.

As a dog of the Gu family, he should be prepared to bite people; otherwise, how could he conform to the saying "a dog relies on its master's power"?

It's no wonder he bit people randomly; Gu Chenyu did indeed offer the highest price.

"You're the one who's no good!" Yun'er stomped her feet angrily, her cheeks puffed out.

You can look down on her, but you can't look down on Meng Qingge.

Gu Chenyu was a very high-class person, and in theory he should have left gracefully. However, he was still bothered by Meng Qingge's cold attitude and asked disdainfully, "Can your young lady offer a higher price?"

Yun'er was a little embarrassed, her face turned red, and after a long while she finally said, bowing her head, "No."

Let alone four hundred coins, Meng Qingge couldn't afford even three hundred and fifty coins.

Due to the surge in transaction volume, the Meng family's tax revenue was unusually high. In addition, she had invested most of her funds and had very little cash on hand. The price of three hundred coins was already the limit.

"So it's just a third-rate family," a servant of the Gu family said dismissively.

"Let's go, there's no need for us to waste our breath on these people," Gu Chenyu said dismissively, exuding an air of superiority.

"Does having money make you superior? Does having money give you the right to look down on others?" Yun'er stomped her feet in anger.

The hundreds of pairs of eyes around her gave her the answer: being rich is indeed impressive, and it certainly gives you the right to look down on others.

Do you think rich people are happy? You can't even imagine their happiness.

After Gu Chenyu bought all the grain, the hundreds of wealthy merchants dispersed, some of them grumbling. They hadn't expected things to develop in the direction they least wanted to see.

"Miss, let's go too," Yun'er said, somewhat disappointed.

Meng Qingge wouldn't make a fool of herself here, so she resolutely turned and left.

"Yun'er heard that Boss Jia still has some grain in stock, and he might sell it again tomorrow. We can go directly to Boss Jia then, and he will definitely give Miss face," Yun'er comforted her.

She didn't think Jia Zhenzhen's appearance that time was a coincidence, and she was certain that Jia Zhenzhen would give Meng Qingge face.

The reason I didn't introduce myself today is because Jia Zhenzhen still has some food stored up.

Meng Qingge remained silent, her head bowed. She was unsure of her place in Jia Zhenzhen's heart.

She even began to re-evaluate herself, wondering what she would have done without Lin Ping's help.

Will Qingfeng Tower cooperate with her? Will Jia Zhenzhen step in to support her? Will Mi Xinxin lend her money?

She was, after all, a strong-willed woman, and wouldn't shamelessly beg Lin Ping; she could only wait and see.

The news that Gu Chenyu had bought up all the grain had spread throughout Kyoto. As one of the four major families, their lavish spending was understandable.

Moreover, the amount of grain tax they had to pay was among the highest in Kyoto, and this 10,000 koku would barely be enough for them; they had to buy it all.

"Reporting to Master, Gu Chenyu has purchased all the grain," the steward said respectfully inside the Grand Secretary's residence.

"Go down, I understand." Fan Li's lips curled into a cold smile.

"Bai Tiantian, what makes you think you can compete with me?"

The opponent was nothing more than a military man, useful in battle but a complete novice when it came to politics and economics, and no match for Fan Li at all.

Inside the General's mansion, Bai Tiantian indeed looked distressed. "They've all been bought?"

"Yes, they've all been bought," the guard replied.

"They're quite wealthy." Bai Tiantian sighed, regretting that she hadn't tried to win over some powerful families earlier.

This news also reached Lin Ping's ears, but he was meticulously conducting his experiment, his expression unchanged.

Meanwhile, Zhu Xiaoji next to him kept shouting and yelling, and it was unclear what he was saying.

Things weren't as good as I imagined, nor as bad as I imagined.

The next morning, Jia Zhenzhen resumed selling grain, still at the price of three hundred coins.

The situation was exactly the same as yesterday, except that the servant sent by Jia Zhenzhen was different.

Even the bidding situation was the same; Boss Wang raised the price to three hundred and sixty coins.

"Does Boss Wang want to buy one hundred shi of grain?" the servant asked listlessly.

He regretted not having the courage to come out yesterday, and as a result, he had bad luck today and couldn't sell his goods at a high price, so he received less reward money.

"Wait!" a burly man said in a loud voice.

This person is named Song Ye, the eldest son of the Song family, which is one of the four major families.

Unlike Gu Chenyu's handsome appearance, this person is highly skilled in martial arts.

The next ten thousand words don't need the author's explanation...

"How about four hundred coins per dou? I want ten thousand shi!" Song Ye's voice was like a loudspeaker.

"No wonder they're from a wealthy family; even their idiot servants look exactly the same." Jia Zhenzhen, hiding behind the door, sighed with emotion. He could already see the gleaming silver coins beckoning to him.

A fool wouldn't make money if he could!

"Wait!" Yun'er arrived as promised.

"Isn't this the maid from that humble family yesterday?" Before Song Ye could belittle her, someone around had already recognized Yun'er.

Yun'er ignored them and didn't intend to speak to Song Ye. She directly addressed the door, saying, "Boss Jia, my young lady is Meng Qingge. Are you really not going to sell us grain?"

"My boss isn't here," the servant said impatiently. "If you don't have money, then hurry up and leave. My boss doesn't know any Meng Qingge."