RPAGF Chapter 402 IOU is also acceptable
Chapter 402 IOU is also acceptable
Lin Ping completely ignored their faces and coldly walked past the Salt Transport Commissioner, showing absolutely no interest in his salt.
"Has this guy really gone mad? How dare he buy salt from the city lord of Jiangcheng?" the crowd said gloatingly.
Even the Salt Commissioner has to show some respect to the Lord of Jiangcheng. You, Lin Ping, are just a doctor who has lost his clinic. What right do you have to buy salt from him?
If you have money, that's one thing, but if you don't have money and insist on causing trouble, these thousand private soldiers are not to be trifled with.
Besides, the thousand bushels of salt they brought have already been consumed. Isn't it a bit too late to go and buy more salt now?
"Hmph, overestimating himself, he's practically courting death," the Salt Transport Magistrate said coldly, suddenly recalling the tragic death of Ruan Dan.
Those hundred people from the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office also wanted to buy salt at a low price, but they were all slaughtered in the end. You, Lin Ping, are simply courting death.
"I'm afraid he can't even come up with a thousand taels of silver."
"In the end, you'll just be trampled to death like an ant."
"Dare to buy salt from the city lord of Jiangcheng at a low price? Go eat shit!"
The crowd discussed it with great interest, rubbing their hands together in anticipation of Lin Ping being trampled to death.
Zhou Yecheng was so frightened that his legs trembled. He grabbed Zhou Xiyin's hand and tried to back away, asking tremblingly, "Son-in-law, at what price do you want to buy the salt?"
"How about one tael of silver for one stone of salt?" Lin Ping pretended not to know.
puff……
Zhou Yecheng was so frightened that he spat out a mouthful of white foam, almost stunned by Lin Ping's ignorance.
The price of salt has now soared to 170 taels per shi (a unit of dry measure), and Lin Ping is offering only one tael of silver – he's practically courting death.
Even a few years ago, a stone of salt would have cost six or seven taels of silver, and the price he offered was definitely not enough for the travel expenses.
"Son-in-law, let's go. The city lord of Jiangcheng is not someone to be trifled with." Zhou Yecheng rushed out and grabbed Lin Ping's sleeve, saying that he really didn't want to see him go to his death.
"Is he not someone to mess with? He seemed to have come begging to me a few days ago?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, but didn't say it aloud, lest Zhou Yecheng think he was a fool.
"Didn't you send me?" Lin Ping asked back. If Zhou Yecheng hadn't rushed to knock on the door, he wouldn't even have known about this.
Now that we're here, there's no reason for us to leave so easily.
"Hey, do you guys have any salt left?" Lin Ping shouted to Zhu Xiaoji and the others.
Seeing his innocent expression, Zhu Xiaoji and the others almost burst out laughing, and had to admire his acting skills.
Pang Xingji retreated a great distance; his acting was poor, and he was easily exposed.
"You want to buy salt?" Tang Wunao, with his superb acting skills, appeared, looking Lin Ping up and down, even revealing a disdainful look.
“Yes, I think I should buy salt,” Lin Ping nodded.
"I have plenty of salt, but I'm afraid you won't be able to offer me a price that satisfies me." Tang Wunao said arrogantly, his hands clasped behind his back.
Lin Ping really wanted to go up and punch him. This guy's acting skills were too good, he even outshone him.
Zhou Yecheng panicked and hurriedly covered Lin Ping's mouth to prevent him from saying anything disrespectful.
He was always a step too late; Lin Ping had already spoken, and he said it in a classic way: "How about one tael of silver and one stone of salt?"
One tael of silver for one stone of salt? This isn't just madness, it's utter stupidity! They're courting death!
Everyone gasped, and some even felt a chill for Lin Ping.
Is he blind? Didn't he see the thousand-strong private army behind the other side?
Buy a stone of salt for one tael of silver and make fun of the city lord of Jiangcheng?
Thankfully, Tang Wunao is a good actor, otherwise I would have burst out laughing.
Please don't be so exaggerated, it's easy for you to lose your acting skills.
To match the horrified expressions on everyone's faces, Tang Wunao's expression immediately darkened.
"Hmph, courting death!" The salt transport magistrate sneered, thinking to himself, "Kill him quickly, chop him into mincemeat, and make dumplings to feed the dogs!"
"Are you kidding me?" Tang Wunao said coldly.
Pang Xingji, who was ten meters away, had finished laughing and walked a few steps toward them in a very cooperative manner, almost bursting into laughter again.
Lin Ping standing there so seriously was the biggest source of laughter.
"Please don't take offense, sir. My son-in-law is unfamiliar with the ways of the trade, so please forgive his ignorance," Zhou Yecheng quickly said with a smile.
Facing Lin Ping's cold gaze, Tang Wunao felt a little flustered. Was it really a good idea to have his father-in-law smile apologetically for him?
"How much silver do you want?" Lin Ping continued to ask.
“One hundred and fifty taels per shi!” Tang Wunao said coldly.
It was only 120 taels of silver a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye it's 150 taels. Lin Ping deserved to be cheated, but since he doesn't have any money, he probably won't be cheated.
“But I don’t have that much money,” Lin Ping said bluntly.
"Hahaha, daring to buy salt even without money, he's probably just making fun of the city lord on purpose." A busybody laughed loudly, hoping that Lin Ping would be beaten or even killed.
"No money?" Tang Wunao's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.
Everyone was immediately startled by the chilling killing intent and took several steps back, knowing that the people from the city lord's mansion were about to start a massacre.
"Please calm down, sir. I had no intention of offending you." Zhou Yecheng didn't care about anything else and pulled Lin Ping away as they ran.
At this point, who cares about saving face? Escaping is the most important thing.
However, Lin Ping stood motionless, his gaze even colder than Tang Wunao's.
Zhou Xiyin held Lin Ping's small hands tightly, her palms sweaty. She wanted to be the woman behind Lin Ping, giving him warmth and support.
"Then we'll just have to owe you." Tang Wunao immediately deflated like a punctured balloon, his eyes devoid of any murderous intent.
After speaking, he took out paper and pen and respectfully handed them to Lin Ping.
"I want to buy two thousand shi of salt, and I owe a total of three hundred thousand taels!" Lin Ping wrote a few crooked characters on the Xuan paper with a flourish of his brush.
What accurate calculation ability! One hundred and fifty taels of silver per shi, a total of two thousand shi, which is exactly three hundred thousand taels of silver.
Tang Wunao immediately gave Lin Ping a thumbs up, "This young master is very capable. His calculations are spot on. Men, bring over two thousand shi of salt."
The viewers were shocked. An IOU is acceptable? And what's with Tang Wunao's praise?
Are these two putting on a show?
Zhou Yecheng couldn't believe his ears and kept slapping his cheeks, thinking he was dreaming.
When he saw two thousand bushels of salt being transported over, he was completely dumbfounded; this was no dream.
Clearly, Zhu Xiaoji and his group brought 3,000 shi of salt this time, of which 1,000 shi were specifically used to swindle the Salt Transport Commissioner, and the last 2,000 shi were given to the Zhou family to relieve their urgent needs.
"Hmph, I'm afraid he'll lose money and won't be able to repay the 300,000 taels of silver. The entire Zhou family will be in trouble." The salt transport magistrate muttered to himself, then immediately shouted, "One hundred and forty taels of silver per shi!"
He deliberately lowered the price so that Lin Ping couldn't sell the goods and thus couldn't repay the debt, making him easily eliminated by the city lord of Jiangcheng.