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The shopkeeper shook his head slightly, with an indescribable worry between his brows: "Don't ask too much. We can't afford to provoke someone of that level. Didn't you see what happened to Zhang Zhi's nephew?"

As he spoke, the shopkeeper's eyes drifted into the distance, as if he was recalling that unknown story.

On the other side, Zhang Zhi led a group of young dandies and walked quickly towards the yamen. Without any extra words, he simply ordered his officers to tie up everyone and prepare to give them a severe caning education.

"Uncle, are you really going to resort to lynching?"

Zhang Jing still had a bit of unrealistic fantasy in his heart. Perhaps this was just a show put on by his second uncle in front of outsiders.

Zhang Zhi snorted coldly when he heard this, his voice full of determination and determination: "You must be taught a lesson. If I don't let you suffer today, how can I face my ancestors?"

"You still won't take action?"

Following Zhang Zhi's order, those playboys, despite their screams and struggles, were eventually forced down on the cold bench by the officers.

As soon as the caning started, some of the parents of the dandy boys heard the news and rushed over. Seeing their own children suffering, they were heartbroken: "Master Zhang, what heinous crime did my son commit to make you so angry?"

"Master Zhang, the children are still young and ignorant. I hope you can show some leniency. I will teach them strictly when I return."

The parents pleaded, their eyes filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Zhang Zhi's eyes swept across these parents coldly. If his nephew was not involved among them, he would never have wasted his words explaining. He was afraid that these confused people would act rashly and disturb the powerful prince, which would be his dereliction of duty and incompetence.

"You guys go back and discipline them?"

Zhang Zhi's mouth curled up into a disdainful sneer, his words were sharp and full of sarcasm, "If you don't teach them a lesson soon, your families will be on the verge of extinction."

These remarks came like a bolt from the blue, leaving the parents present looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Master Zhang means..."

"Look at the good son you raised, and what a mess he has made. Have you grown your eyes to the top of your head? Are there some people you can easily provoke? With a simple wave of their hands, they can make a noble family like the Hua family evaporate. Do you think you are tougher than the Hua family and want to test the waters?"

As soon as Zhang Zhi finished speaking, the faces of those family heads who were originally hoping for a lucky break and preparing to take their sons away instantly turned pale.

The next moment, they seemed to be stimulated by something, and rushed forward one after another, grabbed the ruler with their own hands, and hit their sons hard.

"You rebellious son, I will teach you a lesson today!"

Those young men who thought they had found a backer never imagined that in the blink of an eye, their fathers were even more severe than those yamen runners, and every blow from them was accompanied by cries of pain.

The incident at Zuixianlou spread throughout Lin'an County in less than half a day. On the streets, people's only topic of conversation was the screams of those playboys.

As for the true identity behind the Wu family, it has quietly become a hot topic among the wealthy and powerful families after dinner.

Although most people kept silent about this and only a few people knew the Wu family's background, once this incident came out, all the merchants who were eager to take action against the Wu family's cloth shop pressed the pause button at the same time.

At this time, Ran He and others had no idea that this scene in the restaurant would inadvertently save them from a lot of trouble.

At the same time, there was another person frowning deeply about this.

In the Qian family dyeing workshop in Xiaya County, a servant hurriedly placed a letter on Qian Yingjun's desk.

After Qian Yingjun finished the matters at hand, he slowly opened the envelope.

As he read the letter, his expression gradually became solemn, until finally, it turned into a gloomy haze.

"Send Qian and Yun to see me."

The command was short and powerful.

A moment later, Qian Heyun, who was the business manager of Qian's dyeing workshop and Qian Yingjun's right-hand man, walked quickly into the study. He noticed that Qian Yingjun looked unusual at a glance, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Young Master, what happened?"

Qian Heyun tried to keep his tone calm.

"The Huang Family Cloth Shop and the Qiu Family Cloth Shop in Lin'an County both suddenly stopped their previous plans."

Qian Yingjun said in a deep voice.

"Did the other party give a reason?"

"The Huang family said that the situation was unstable, while the enemy said that they were powerless."

There was a hint of reluctance in Qian Yingjun's words.

These so-called reasons sound more like excuses, especially the excuses from the enemies, which are too obvious and perfunctory.

This was undoubtedly an unacceptable insult to Qian Yingjun, who had always been arrogant.

Qian Heyun frowned, his eyes were deep, and he was obviously thinking about countermeasures.

"They have seen that our Qian family is weak, and they are planning to turn against the Wu family's dyeing workshop."

Qian Yingjun's face was shrouded in dark clouds, and there was a chill in his eyes.

Ever since the Wu family launched those brightly colored and high-quality fabrics, they not only quickly caused a sensation in the market, but also attracted the attention of countless dignitaries, especially the women in wealthy families, who were flocking to them.

However, the Wu family's fabrics were sold in limited quantities each time, far from meeting the market demand. This situation of supply exceeding demand further stimulated people's desire for Wu's fabrics.

What's worse is that many cloth shops that were originally on good terms with the Qian family also switched sides, and some even chose to wait for the Wu family's cloth instead of buying the Qian family's products.

This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Qian family, and even more of a humiliation for Qian Yingjun.

After all, he had just mocked the Wu family for being too conceited in front of others not long ago.

The Qian family's plot to bring down the Wu family's dyeing workshop is both reasonable and consistent with Qian Yingjun's personal emotional entanglements.

As long as the Sanbao Dyeing Workshop is open, Qian Yingjun's inner restlessness and anxiety will be difficult to calm down.

Facing Qian Yingjun's anger, Qian Heyun acted calmer and said in a gentle voice, "Young Master, have you sent someone to investigate and find out the reason?"

Without waiting for Qian Yingjun's response, Qian Heyun continued, "Both families were initially eager to cooperate, but now they both regret it. I guess something big may have happened in Lin'an that forced them to change their minds."

After hearing this, Qian Yingjun calmed down a little, "That makes sense. What do you think is the reason? Could it be that the Wu family knew about our plan in advance and took the lead in winning over these two families?"

"This possibility exists, but we can't jump to conclusions. Imagination is useless. It's better to send someone to find out the truth."

Qian Yingjun nodded silently, having made up his mind, and immediately arranged for people to go and investigate.

At night, the spies returned covered in dust...

"How about it?"

Qian Yingjun's eyes flashed with urgency, his throat was a little dry due to anxiety, and he impatiently asked the question to the person next to him almost before he finished speaking.

Hearing this, the man took a deep breath, as if he wanted to absorb all the changes in Lin'an City in the past few days into his chest, and then he slowly said: "Something happened in Lin'an a few days ago..."