Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Over the next few days, Lin Mo truly understood what it meant to have "god-like teammates".

Liu Yiyi's execution ability is simply outrageous.

On the first day, she acquired a large area of ​​that desolate, salt-alkali land outside the city at a price that was practically free.

The next day, the best team of craftsmen in the city, armed with the sketches she had drawn overnight, were already working enthusiastically on the construction site.

On the third day, notices recruiting day laborers were posted all over the corners of the city where all the homeless gathered.

The wages, far exceeding market rates, attracted countless starving people to bring their families and flock to the area.

Liu Yiyi was like an inexhaustible queen, arriving before dawn and leaving after dark every day, spending her entire life on the construction site.

She changed into a loose black dress, covering her body completely, not wanting to reveal even a sliver of excess skin.

She wore a large veiled hat on her head, with a black veil hanging down, completely concealing her stunningly beautiful face.

But even so.

Her soft, sweet voice still managed to penetrate the layers of obscurity, creating a captivating scene on the construction site. It caused countless shirtless men to lose their focus and swing their hammers in the wrong direction.

Liu Yiyi was completely oblivious to these murderous gazes; her mind was entirely focused on every detail of the project.

Sometimes she would put her hands on her hips and direct the craftsmen to adjust the layout of the design while looking at the blueprints.

At other times, he would pick up the ledger and cut the material supplier's price by 30% with just a few words, leaving the other party furious and helpless.

Lin Mo then completely relinquished his responsibilities as a manager.

His daily task was to move a small stool, sit under Liu Yiyi's private pergola, drink chilled plum juice, and "supervise" Liu Yiyi's work.

They euphemistically call themselves "bodyguards" and "chief technical advisors."

"Third Sister-in-law, have some chilled plum juice to soothe your throat."

Lin Mo eagerly handed over the water bottle.

"Your voice is the lifeblood of our saltworks. If you lose your voice, the workers' efficiency will drop by at least half."

Beneath the light veil of her hat came Liu Yiyi's annoyed voice.

"If you're really that bored, go check on how the reservoir is doing, instead of just spouting nonsense here."

"That won't work."

Lin Mo refused in a very serious manner.

"My primary responsibility is to protect your safety. If any clueless worker bumps into you, or if you get sunburned, I have to give you CPR immediately."

"you……!"

Liu Yiyi was so angry that she was speechless for a moment.

This guy, he starts being inappropriate after only three sentences.

She couldn't be bothered with Lin Mo anymore and turned back to the bustling construction work.

Lin Mo watched her decisive and efficient retreating figure, and the smile on his lips grew even brighter.

This is the kind of life where you're responsible for making money to support the family, and I'm responsible for being beautiful.

Don't be too cool.

……

time flies.

Just as the Lin family's salt-making plant was being built in full swing.

Blackwind City, North City.

The atmosphere was somber inside a sprawling, luxurious mansion.

The Chen Family Mansion.

A lean man, over fifty years old, was slowly and meticulously wiping a pair of walnuts in his hands with a fine silk cloth.

The walnuts were shiny and oily, with a deep, blood-red color and a thick, almost black patina.

Legend has it that these walnuts were made by soaking and handling them day and night in human oil refined from the oil of an enemy.

He is Chen Wanjin, the leader of the Black Tiger Gang.

"Father, are you really bothered by such a small matter?"

A young man dressed in fine clothes, with an arrogant expression, nonchalantly poured himself a glass of wine.

He is Chen Wanjin's only son, Chen Chong.

"A good-for-nothing exiled here, accompanied by a group of widows."

"What kind of trouble can they possibly cause by messing around in that godforsaken, saline-alkali land outside the city?"

Chen Wanjin stopped what he was doing.

"wave?"

He raised his head, and the light shining from his small eyes made Chen Chong shrink back.

"idiot."

Chen Wanjin coldly uttered two words.

"Father, I..."

Chen Chong lowered his head and remained silent.

"I ask you, in this Blackwind City, whose salt is it?"

Chen Wanjin asked casually.

"Yes...it's ours," Chen Chong replied immediately.

"That's right."

Chen Wanjin slammed the polished walnuts onto the table.

"So, whether Lin Mo wants to make salt or boil seawater, he shouldn't even consider it."

"The question isn't whether he can do it, but whether he should even think about it."

"If he thinks about it, he'll be breaking my rules."

Chen Wanjin was well aware of the principle of "monopoly". The salt and iron business was his absolute Achilles' heel and the foundation of his dominance in Beicheng.

He didn't care if others opened casinos, brothels, or even engaged in smuggling and collusion with the enemy.

But salt is the only exception.

To touch salt is to touch his lifeline.

"Then Dad, I'll take some men right now and smash up their construction site! I'll break that Lin Mo's legs!"

Chen Chong immediately volunteered, his face beaming with excitement.

"A brute."

Chen Wanjin glanced at him again, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"We are businessmen, not street thugs. We need to have a 'just cause' for everything we do."

He clapped his hands lightly, facing the door.

A dark figure appeared silently in the doorway and knelt on one knee.

"Boss."

"Three cuts."

Chen Wanjin looked at the kneeling figure in the shadows, his voice returning to its usual calm and collected tone.

"Tomorrow, let's go 'stroll' around the salt flats outside the city."

"Tell that young master of the Lin family that breaking ground in our northern city requires paying 'protection money'."

"Let him understand that there are some things he shouldn't touch."

Chen Wanjin paused, his eyes narrowed into slits, a cold glint flashing within them.

"If he knows what's good for him, let him demolish the construction site himself and go back to Dingbei Prefecture to be his good-for-nothing young master."

"What if...he doesn't know what's good for him..."

"Then let him and his saltworks remain there forever."

……

Night, on the way back to Dingbei Prefecture.

The carriage moved smoothly, with only the faint sound of wheels rolling over the road inside the carriage.

Liu Yiyi was too tired.

Spending all her time in the salt fields pushed her already frail body to its absolute limit.

At this moment, she was fast asleep, her head resting peacefully on Lin Mo's shoulder.

She had already taken off her coarse cloth coat and the veil that covered her face.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the car window, bathing her in its glow.

A long, moon-white dress accentuated her breathtaking curves, while her long hair, which had been tied up at the construction site, now cascaded down, with a few strands playfully falling onto Lin Mo's neck, tickling him.

Lin Mo looked down and could see her peaceful sleeping face.

Her eyes, which usually gleamed with shrewdness and calculation, were now tightly closed, her long eyelashes casting two small shadows beneath her eyelids.

She has lost that sharp edge of a business queen, but gained a touch of delicate fragility and tranquility that makes one's heart tremble.

Lin Mo's heart stirred.

He admitted that the woman was stunningly beautiful and naturally alluring.

But what he truly admired was her innate fighting spirit.

A once pampered rich girl was able to wear thick black clothes and brave the scorching sun to mingle with craftsmen and refugees on a dusty construction site in order to achieve her goals.

This courage and perseverance would put any man to shame.

Just then, the carriage slowly came to a stop.

The driver spoke respectfully from outside:

"Master, we've arrived..."

"Shhh."

Afraid of waking her, Lin Mo quickly lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and gestured for the driver to be quiet.

The driver immediately understood and shut his mouth.

Lin Mo adjusted his posture and carefully slipped his arms under Liu Yiyi's knees and back, lifting her up in a standard princess carry.

It's very light, yet has a substantial weight.

The person in his arms seemed to be startled, her brows furrowed slightly, her red lips parted, and she murmured a few indistinct syllables.

"No... the price of this batch of timber... needs to be reduced by another 50%..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo chuckled to himself.

Goodness, he's even calculating costs in his dreams, what a little money-grubber.

He carried Liu Yiyi off the carriage and walked towards Tingliu Pavilion.

Upon seeing this, the maids and servants in the mansion all lowered their heads and bowed respectfully.

But the gossip fire that couldn't be hidden in the corners of their eyes and brows was already burning fiercely.