After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

In an instant, the entrance to the restaurant was filled with the chaotic dance of demons and the howling of ghosts.

These beggars were filthy and smelly, and they were always banging on their broken bowls and chattering away.

With this scene, no one dared to go into the restaurant to eat.

Lin Er was in a real bind; it seemed these people weren't planning on having a proper talk.

Lin Siheng asked considerately, "Second Uncle, do you need any help?"

"Don't kill him," Lin Yunqing said.

Lin Siheng patted his chest and said, "Don't worry."

We're reliable.

Xia Ying wanted to take a look, but Lin Er hugged her and covered her eyes.

"What's so interesting about fighting and killing?"

Hearing the cracking sound of bones coming from downstairs, Xia Ying was extremely curious. "Just let me take a look!"

"Good boy," Lin Er said, "watching this will give you nightmares tonight."

Xia Ying pursed her lips but didn't refute.

Although he didn't let his husband see it, Lin Er himself enjoyed watching it quite a bit.

It's a pity that these Beggars' Sect members are good at causing trouble, but not so good at fighting.

Soon, Lin Siheng dragged up a beggar whose speech had been silenced by acupressure.

"Second Uncle, open the door."

The servant hurriedly went over and opened the door to the private room.

Lin Siheng placed the beggar in front of Lin Er and released his speech acupoint.

The beggar sneered and said, "Brother, cutting off someone's livelihood is a sin against heaven!"

"It's just fifty taels, I'll give you a hundred," Lin Siheng said. "Tell me, who exactly sent you here?"

The beggar rolled his eyes. "We're all from the martial arts world. What's with all this talk about giving orders? It's too embarrassing to talk about that."

Lin Siheng readily agreed, "Alright, so who invited you here?"

The beggar said, "Our Beggars' Clan values ​​chivalry above all else, so I won't tell."

"Why are you so stubborn?" Lin Siheng pressed the heavy sword against the beggar's shoulder, but Lin Er gestured for him to move it away.

Lin Siheng reluctantly moved the sword away.

Lin Er said, "Since this chivalrous gentleman is unwilling to speak, then we will not ask any further."

"Let me go right now!" The beggar was very professional. "The boss who hired us told us not to go inside the store, but to make a scene at the entrance."

He sighed, "This puts me in a difficult position."

Lin Er asked, "You can't say who the boss behind this is, but you can at least say what he asked you to do? How many days are you going to make a fuss over fifty taels of silver?"

The beggar thought for a moment. The boss had only told him not to tell anyone who he was, but hadn't said anything else, so he should be able to tell.

So he replied, "Fifty taels of silver, enough for a whole day of fun."

"He only gave fifty taels?"

"That seems plausible," the beggar nodded. "Yes."

Lin Er laughed, "I wonder how this day is calculated. Does it count as a day once the sun sets, or does it only count as a day after midnight?"

The beggar, unaware that he had already fallen into a negotiation trap, honestly replied, "A day is counted as the sun sets."

"Fine, then you can keep making a scene," Lin Er said. "He'll pay you fifty taels for today, I'll pay you one hundred taels for tomorrow."

The beggar blinked. Such a good thing?

However, he remained rational and quickly shook his head, "No, no, this is against the code of the martial arts world."

"Since he didn't pay to buy out your time, nor did he sign a contract with you," Lin Eryou said, "then it's perfectly reasonable for you to do business with anyone, isn't it?"

Seeing that her husband was starting to fool her again, Xia Ying quietly moved further away, afraid that she would burst out laughing.

The beggar's mind was completely confused. "Well...that makes sense."

Lin Er continued, "He offers fifty taels, I offer one hundred taels. If he's not satisfied, he can raise the price."

"Wait a minute, this seems a bit like price gouging, which isn't in line with the code of honor in the martial arts world." The beggar scratched his head. "We always have fixed prices in our business."

"There are seventeen of you in total, and fifty taels won't be enough to divide evenly," Lin Er said softly. "But I can raise the price to one hundred and seventy taels when he offers fifty. That way, you only need to work for one day, and each of you can get ten taels of silver. I'll also give you a separate red envelope, without telling your subordinates."

"By then, you'll have made money and gained prestige. Not only will your underlings' income increase, but they'll also be able to live a life of luxury with you, making them even more loyal."

"As for your boss, what can he say about you? He just doesn't have the money to raise prices, what does that have to do with you?"

"On the contrary, you kept your promise to each other, and you made a fuss every day as you said you would. Even if word got out, people would have to praise you for keeping your word."

The beggar thought it over and it made more and more sense. "Then, boss, shall we start working for you tomorrow?"

Lin Er said, "That would sound terrible if word got out."

But in his heart he thought: hanging out with this group of people is like having a piece of dog skin plaster that I can't get rid of, and it might even backfire on me.

The beggar asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Lin Er said, "Here's the reasoning, let me explain it to you slowly."

"Look, if he asks you to do something again tomorrow, you can just say I offered double and wait and see if he continues to bid."

"The decision-making power has always been in the hands of the boss behind you; you're just telling him the current market situation."

"What do you call this? You're just telling the truth. How can that be considered price gouging?"

"If he's unwilling to pay this money, then he looks down on you and thinks you're not worth the price."

"..."

Lin Er spoke clearly and logically, leaving the beggar with only one thought in his mind: What he said makes sense!

The beggar's eyes initially showed confusion, but eventually they gleamed with the greed of someone looking to make a fortune.

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to Lin Er, saying, "I understand, thank you for your explanation."

Lin Er smiled slightly, "No problem, no problem."

Just as the beggar was about to turn and leave, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "What if I say what you taught me, and that person stops doing business with me?"

Lin Er exclaimed in surprise, "He can make you do such unethical things, he must not be a good person. Do you really expect him to keep asking you to do things for him? What kind of people would you be then!"

Beggar: "Uh..."

Lin Er sent his servant to fetch the silver notes.

He handed the silver note to the beggar leader, saying, "Here's what we'll do: if he doesn't ask you to do anything for him anymore, then consider this five hundred taels as my apology. Whether you keep it for yourself or split it with your brothers is none of my business."

Lin Er patted him on the shoulder, "What do you think?"

The beggar hesitated for a moment, then said, "But..."

"You still have things to do for him today, so go ahead." Lin Er opened the door. "I won't take up any more of your time."

The beggar went out with five hundred taels of silver in his pocket, and his men swarmed around him, chattering amongst themselves.

The beggar leader gestured for everyone to continue making a scene, then turned to think about Lin Er's words.

After much thought, he made a snap decision: nothing is more important than filling one's stomach! Who complains about having too much money!