I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

Boss Liu shouted across the street, but none of the men at the Lin family's construction site paid him any attention.

Sparks from the welding machines illuminated half the sky, and hundreds of cutting machines operated simultaneously, their ear-piercing metallic friction sounds echoing throughout the entire town of Tazhai.

Lin Dayou stood shirtless on a high sand dune, holding a megaphone.

He stared at the kraft paper blueprints in his hand, directing the tens of thousands of people below him.

"The keel of Zone One is in place! Get on the aerial work platform! Tighten the bolts!" Lin Dayou shouted at the top of his lungs.

Dozens of aerial work platforms were raised, and Lin Jiahan carried the sturdy light steel keel, precisely aligning it with the reserved slot.

The wrench tightened the nut, making a crisp clicking sound.

Ten thousand men from the Lin family were divided into two groups. Five thousand worked the day shift, and five thousand worked the night shift. The machines never stopped running, and the tools never stopped even when the people rested.

On the first day, on a site of tens of thousands of square meters, countless steel pillars were erected, forming a steel forest.

The next day, all the huge crossbeams were erected, and the crane lifted bundles of silver-white steel sheets onto the roof of the vehicle.

Hundreds of men, secured by safety ropes, were laying the roof on the roof, and the enclosed greenhouse, designed to be windproof and rainproof, was beginning to take shape.

On the third day, quick-drying cement was laid on the interior floor, and more than a hundred rows of stalls made of red bricks were neatly arranged.

Hundreds of high-powered lights were hung on the roof, and water pipes and electrical wires were all connected.

The sun rises in the early morning.

A 30,000-square-meter light steel structure farmers' market has sprung up from the ground, and the sunlight shines on the corrugated steel tiles, reflecting a dazzling light.

Above the market entrance hangs a huge red sign with gold lettering: Lin's Farmers' Market.

Lin Ting, wearing a black trench coat, walked through the spacious and brightly lit market aisle.

Lin Fei and Lin Fu followed behind, while Lin Dayou, with dark circles under his eyes and bloodshot eyes, ran over.

"Grandpa, it's all assembled according to the blueprints. The stalls, the sewers, the live poultry area, and the fresh produce area are all clearly separated."

"These steel beams are very sturdy; they can withstand even a gale-force wind." Lin Dayou's voice was hoarse.

Lin Ting was fiddling with the two walnuts in his hand.

He looked at the brand-new stall counters on both sides, walked to a faucet, turned on the switch, and clear water gushed into the sink.

"Well done. Each of the brothers from Yitang who participated in building the house will receive a thousand dollars as a reward at the ancestral hall," Lin Ting said.

Lin Dayou was overjoyed and turned to inform his brothers.

Lin Ting turned to look at Lin Fu.

"Lin Fu, take the people from the auditorium to town and announce that Lin's Farmers' Market is opening today."

"All vendors who come to set up stalls will be exempt from six months' rent. The Lin family will cover all utilities." Lin Ting ordered.

Lin Fu was stunned. He was in charge of the auditorium's accounts and knew that the market had cost a lot of money to build.

"Grandpa, you're waiving the rent for six months? How are we going to break even? Liu Da Nao across the street charges fifty dollars a day for a stall." Lin Fu asked.

"Do as instructed." Lin Ting did not explain.

He wasn't after those petty profits; he wanted to completely drain Boss Liu dry and seize control of the pricing power for fresh produce in the entire Tazhai Town to the Lin family.

Lin Fu nodded and led dozens of young men from the auditorium out of the market.

After half an hour.

At the entrance of Hongfa Farmers Market.

Old Wang, a vegetable vendor, stood outside the roadblock with two baskets of dew-covered bok choy on his shoulders. He paid fifty yuan to enter the market every morning.

Today, instead of going inside, he looked at the huge steel structure market that had suddenly appeared across the street.

The bald man walked over with a few thugs and kicked Old Wang's vegetable basket.

"What are you looking at! Pay up and set up your stall! The stall fee has gone up today, eighty a day!" the bald man yelled.

Old Wang put down his carrying pole. "Yesterday it was fifty, how come it's eighty today? I can't even earn eighty yuan a day selling these vegetables."

The bald man raised his baseball bat. "Boss Liu said, prices are going up, and if you can't pay, get out!"

A young man from the auditorium ran into the middle of the road, holding a gong in his hand.

"Clang!" The gong rang out.

"Lin's Farmers Market is open today! No rent for six months for setting up a stall! All utilities included! Spacious and leak-proof!" the young man shouted.

Old Wang perked up. Without saying a word, he picked up his vegetable basket and walked across the street.

The bald man panicked and grabbed Old Wang's carrying pole. "You dare go over there! You'll never set foot in Hongfa again!"

Butcher Zhang pushed his tricycle, which was half full of pork, over. He picked up a butcher's knife from the chopping board and pointed it at the bald man.

"Liu the Big-Headed Liu sucks our blood every day, while the other side is giving us free meals for six months. Only a fool would stay here! Anyone who tries to stop me, I'll chop them down!" Zhang the Butcher roared.

Zhang the butcher led the way, followed by dozens of merchants pushing carts. The bald man and a few thugs were intimidated by this sight and retreated repeatedly, not daring to stop them.

Fruit farmers, vegetable farmers, and seafood vendors from the surrounding villages all went crazy when they heard the news.

The crowd, pushing tricycles and carrying loads, crossed the road in a grand procession and poured into the Lin's Farmers Market.

Lin Fu and his men greeted them at the door, gave each merchant a bottle of mineral water, and arranged the best stall for them.

Less than two hours.

The Lin's Farmers Market was bustling with activity, all the stalls were full, and the townspeople who came to buy vegetables had all come over.

The spacious aisle was packed with people. The younger generation of the Lin family displayed several thousand kilograms of golden fruit that hadn't been trampled yesterday in the most prominent position. The rich aroma attracted a large number of people to snap them up.

Across the street. Hongfa Farmers Market.

The gate was wide open, and the inside was completely empty; not even a single vegetable leaf could be found. In the vast space, only a dozen or so greenbottle flies were buzzing around the garbage heap.

It turned into a ghost town.

Boss Liu sat on the leather sofa in his office.

He looked through the glass window at the Lin's Farmers Market across the street, which was packed with people, and listened to the hawking sounds coming from there.

The bald man pushed open the door and walked in with his head down.

"Boss... all the shops have run away. Even the cleaning lady we hired went to the other side to collect cardboard boxes," the bald man reported.

Boss Liu grabbed the purple clay teapot from the table and smashed it against the wall. The teapot shattered into pieces, and tea splashed all over the bald man.

"Six months' rent waived! Is Lin Ting crazy?! How does he make money?!" Boss Liu grabbed his hair with both hands, his eyes bloodshot.

He had contracted the Hongfa Market, and he had to pay a large sum of money to his superiors every month for the contract.

Now all the merchants have run away, and he hasn't received a single penny. He'll go bankrupt and jump off a building in less than half a month.

"Boss, what do we do? Should we go over there and try to steal their people? They have over ten thousand people, and our dozen or so aren't even enough to fill a gap in their teeth," the bald man asked.

Mr. Liu stood up and walked to the safe. He entered the password, opened the door, took out 300,000 yuan in cash, and threw it directly onto his desk.

"If the Lin family cuts off my livelihood, I'll take their lives." Boss Liu gritted his teeth, his face twitching with anger.

He pointed to the money on the table.

"Call Brother Dafei in the county. Give him all 300,000 yuan. Tell him to bring all his brothers from the county, gather two hundred men, and give each of them a machete."

Boss Liu paused for a moment, walked to the corner of the wall, and kicked a pile of empty plastic buckets.

"Go to the gas station and buy twenty cans of gasoline. Fill them up."

The bald man stared at the plastic bucket and swallowed hard. "Boss, arson is a capital offense."

"The Lin family's market was made of corrugated iron, and it was full of cardboard boxes and wooden stalls. If you set it on fire, it would all be burned to ashes."

"The law doesn't punish everyone. If things get chaotic, who will know who started the fire?" Boss Liu picked up the car keys from the table.

"Go and call people. I'm going to turn the area across the street into a crematorium by noon today."

The bald man grabbed the money and ran out of the office.