Qin Dynasty: Ying Zheng is my brother, I am the Bad Commander

When the steward reported the news to Emerald Tiger with a sob in his voice, Emerald Tiger's huge body swayed violently, and he almost fell off the soft couch.

"No money? How could we be broke! My Emerald Manor is the richest man in the world, how could we be broke!" Emerald Tiger roared like a mad beast, his eyes bloodshot.

"Sir, in these past few days, you've spent all your working capital and even emptied your deposits at all the major banks in order to buy up grain on the market! Now we don't even have a single tael of silver left besides the grain!"

Jade Tiger felt a sudden dizziness, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his luxurious silk robe.

He finally realized that he seemed to have fallen into a bottomless trap.

However, he could not admit defeat! He, Jade Tiger, had dominated the business world for decades and had never lost!

"Pawn it! Go find a bank to pawn it for me!" Emerald Tiger roared through gritted teeth. "Pawn all those dozen or so shops in the east of the city, and all those eight hundred acres of fertile land outside the city! Get the cash back and keep collecting grain!"

"But sir, all the money shops in Xinzheng City know that we are frantically buying up grain. They are afraid of the risks and dare not accept our collateral!" the steward said.

"Sir, only the 'Golden Pavilion' in the south of the city is willing to lend us money as collateral, but they are asking for an extremely high price."

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"Give them to them!"

Jade Tiger practically spat out those three words through clenched teeth, his fat face contorting violently from the extreme force, his already small eyes now narrowed into bloodshot slits, revealing the madness and ferocity of a gambler who had lost everything.

"But sir..." The steward trembled, wanting to persuade him further, "The interest rate at Lianjin Pavilion is seven parts interest and thirteen parts return! Moreover, they specifically requested the shop deeds on the most prosperous street in the east of the city, as well as the eight hundred acres of prime paddy fields outside the city. These are the golden goose that lays the eggs for our Emerald Manor! Once they are mortgaged, what if..."

"No 'what ifs'!" Emerald Tiger roared like a wild boar, kicking over a low sandalwood table in front of him, shattering the fruit and wine on it. "What do you know! I've already staked everything on this grain market! If I stop now, and the price of grain drops, all the silver I've invested will be gone!"

At this point, the Emerald Tiger's massive body involuntarily shivered. A chill seeped from the depths of his bones, instantly coursing through his entire body, causing his face, which had been flushed with anger, to drain of color and turn ashen white.

He was afraid.

He wasn't afraid of losing his entire fortune; he was afraid of Ji Wuye.

The reason why Emerald Tiger is so successful today and can monopolize many industries in South Korea is not only because of his business acumen, but also because he is one of the "Four Fiends" of Nightfall, a fat dog kept by Ji Wuye to make money.

If this time he not only fails to capitalize on the benefits brought by the disaster in Nanyang and the unusual events on the Qin border, but also loses all the enormous funds that Nightfall entrusted to him...

Emerald Tiger's mind conjured up Ji Wuye's gloomy and cold face, as well as the horrifying torture instruments in the General's Mansion dungeon.

He knew that if he really messed things up, Ji Wuye would definitely slice off his fat piece by piece without hesitation and boil it into lamp oil!

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"Go! Prepare the land deeds and deeds immediately!" Emerald Tiger grabbed the steward by the collar, lifted him up, glared at him fiercely, and spat in his face. "I have to go all the way! As long as I can consume all the grain on the market, as long as I can survive until the imperial army runs out of food, I will not only break even, but I will double my money! At that time, the general will not only not blame me, but will also reward me handsomely! Go now!"

The steward, struggling to breathe, could only nod frantically before scrambling out of the main hall and running towards the underground vault deep within the manor.

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Lianjinge, south of Xinzheng City.

The entire structure is built with wood in a combination of dark gold and black, featuring flying eaves and brackets, creating a magnificent presence.

Unlike the elegant and refined Zilan Pavilion, or the vulgar atmosphere of an ordinary money exchange, it stands there like a giant, money-devouring beast lurking in the bustling city, exuding an awe-inspiring sense of oppression.

The main hall of Lianjin Pavilion was enormous, with a floor paved with polished obsidian that reflected the dozens of huge glass palace lanterns hanging from the dome, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.

At this moment, directly above this spacious and majestic courtroom, stands a large, carved dragon chair made of rosewood.

Ying Chen wore a black brocade robe, with intricate and mysterious cloud patterns embroidered on the lapel with dark gold silk thread.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, toying with a warm, smooth jade pendant in his hand, a playful and unrestrained smile playing on his lips.

Beside him,

Jing Ni, dressed in a form-fitting moon-white dress that accentuated her perfect and explosive curves, stood to Ying Chen's right rear.

Yan Fei sat on a soft couch to Ying Chen's left. Today, she wore a magnificent dark gold dress, the hem of which was embroidered with lifelike three-legged golden crows. A faint, dignified smile graced her exquisite face as she surveyed the hall below with great interest.

Beside Ying Chen, Gongsun Li was kneeling obediently beside the table, skillfully arranging the tea set with her slender hands.

The clear tea water swirls in the purple clay teapot, and the faint aroma of tea lingers around Ying Chen's nose. Her clear and bright eyes glance at Ying Chen from time to time.

"My lord, the steward of Emerald Manor has arrived."

A manager from Lianjin Pavilion strode into the hall and respectfully reported to Ying Chen.

"Let him in," Ying Chen said calmly, his voice not loud, but it echoed clearly in the empty hall.

Before long, Jade Tiger's steward came in carrying a heavy sandalwood box, sweating profusely.

Upon entering the main hall of the Lianjin Pavilion, the steward felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him. He subconsciously looked up, and when he saw Ying Chen sitting high above him, his legs suddenly went weak, and he almost knelt down.

"This...this humble servant greets the young master." The steward stammered and gave a deep bow, his hands trembling as he held the wooden box high. "This...this is the collateral that my master sent me as collateral: the deeds to eighteen shops in the east of the city and the deeds to eight hundred acres of paddy fields outside the city. Please take a look, young master."

Ying Chen didn't even glance at the wooden box; he merely raised his chin slightly.

The shopkeeper immediately stepped forward, took the wooden box, opened it and inspected it, then nodded to Ying Chen: "The contract is correct, and the procedures are complete."

"Give him the loan."