"We spent a lot of money to buy these grains. Three times is not enough."
"What do you want?" Yan Sidao understood that it was impossible for their Yan family to not bleed heavily.
"What do you want? I see that your Yan family is working very hard on shipping and transporting goods by land.
Now that something like this has happened again, it could be fatal if you’re not careful. It’s better to hand these things over to us.
We will take care of it, so you don’t have to worry anymore.”
After saying that, Zhang Cheng took out a piece of white paper with densely written words on it.
Yan Sidao took it and looked at the contents carefully.
What is written above is almost all the money and assets of the Yan family.
Even if it was in cash, it would cost five million taels, not to mention the fixed assets of shops and land, which were the wealth accumulated by their Yan family for thousands of years.
Even if converted into silver, it would be 30 million taels...
What a big appetite! He wants to swallow up the entire Yan family in one bite.
This is the Zhang family's plan since they have already offended the Yan family.
Naturally, they must be killed with one blow and there is no chance for them to turn the tables.
Yan Sidao was silent for a moment. Although he was smart and calm, he knew that at this moment, the Yan family had few opportunities left.
There is no benefit in continuing to quarrel.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't make the decision on this matter. I need to go back and discuss it."
Zhang Cheng took a sip of hot tea, seemingly unconcerned about whether this would succeed or not. "Of course, this is just a business deal after all. We're both sincere in our dealings, and it's mutually beneficial. Naturally, there won't be any forced sales or purchases."
Because he has a 100% chance that the Yan family is now at their wit's end.
Now only the Zhang family can give the Yan family a chance to survive...
Seeing Yan Sidao leaving, Zhang Cheng did not see him off, but just reminded him leisurely: "But I also want to remind my nephew, please don't discuss it for too long, some people can't wait.
I hope you can bring the title deed, deeds, and silver with you next time we meet."
After hearing this, Yan Sidao clenched the white paper in his hand which recorded all the money of their Yan family.
It seemed as if he wanted to carve it into his palm, to deeply engrave this shame into his mind.
Then he rode back on horseback.
On the way back, he heard the guard was also the cavalryman who was monitoring him.
Suddenly he spoke: "I have another way to save your Yan family. I wonder if your Yan family is interested in considering it."
Yan Sidao raised his head and looked at the soldier, his eyes wide open, and asked in disbelief, "Who are you? Whose man are you?"
The person who could say this couldn't be a small cavalryman, so who could it be?
And what role did they play in this great disaster?
But the man raised his face in the rain, and the night light and thunder illuminated his features. He had sharp cheeks and a pointed mouth, and his face was gray and bloodless.
With a grin, he let out a shrill laugh:
"I am the Dharma King of the Ming Cult—Wei Yixiao. I have come to cooperate with you on the orders of the Cult Master."
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