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Chapter 637 They're practically shitting on our necks!

Gu Junze didn't even lift his eyelids, he just casually raised his left hand.

"Crack!"

The thug's fist was gripped in Gu Junze's palm. His entire arm was twisted at an eerie angle, the stark white bones even piercing through the flesh.

"what--!"

Another thug who rushed up was so frightened by the horrifying scene that he slipped and fell flat on his face.

Scarface Liu's pupils shrank to pinpoints, abruptly halting his charge.

It was too fast; he didn't even see how the other person made their move.

This isn't a fight, this is a crushing defeat.

This man is amazing...

Gu Junze released his grip, letting the thug with the broken arm collapse to the ground like a lump of mud, clutching his arm and wailing.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Scarface Liu.

There was no murderous intent in his gaze, only indifference. It was like a person looking at an ant blocking their path.

"Want to smash it again?" he asked casually.

Scarface's legs went weak, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, leaving him unable to utter a single word. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like a waterfall.

His accomplices behind him were terrified, their faces pale, and they scrambled backward, wishing they had never been there.

Chu Ruohan didn't even flinch once throughout the entire process.

She walked past the thugs sprawled on the ground, to the table, and glanced at the still-shaken weavers.

"next."

The middle-aged man who had been pushed to the ground came to his senses, straightened his back, strode forward, and wrote his name heavily on the registration form.

The weavers lined up again, silently walking around the few thugs groaning on the ground.

After receiving the news, Manager Wang went to the Lin residence once again.

"Boss! Boss!"

Behind the desk, Master Lin was slowly and meticulously wiping a teacup from a previous dynasty's official kiln with a soft cloth.

With a mournful face, Manager Wang quickly recounted the events.

"waste!"

Lin Wanjin suddenly threw the teacup in his hand to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The precious imperial porcelain was instantly shattered into pieces.

"You bunch of dogs, you can't even keep an eye on the door!"

Lin Wanjin paced back and forth in the room, the muscles on his face twitching slightly with anger.

He knew this time was different.

Those who came to Chengdu in the past hoping to get a share of the pie were either lured away by him with money or squeezed out by him through various means.

But this time, a tough opponent has arrived!

"No, this matter must be brought to the attention of the Prefect!"

Lin Wanjin grabbed an outer robe and hurriedly walked out.

The back hall of the prefectural government office.

Prefect Chen Taimo was standing by the window, teasing a golden oriole in a cage.

After listening to Lin Wanjin's exaggerated and tearful account, he didn't even blink, but slowly added some millet to the bird feeder.

"Old Lin, what's the rush?"

Lin Wanjin was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Sir, what's not urgent? They're practically shitting on our necks!"

"That couple, of dubious origin, spent thousands of taels of silver without batting an eye. Their Weaving Maiden Competition is clearly an attempt to destroy our very foundation!"

"You sent over your congratulatory gifts, and what did they do? They crippled all my men! This isn't just a slap in my face, it's a slap in your face, sir!"

Chen Taimo finally turned around, walked to the tea table, sat down, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"sit."

Lin Wanjin couldn't sit still.

Chen Taimo took a sip of tea, a mysterious smile appearing on his face.

"Businessmen from other places come to steal our business. Hasn't this happened countless times over the years? Every time, haven't we joined forces and eaten them alive, leaving not a single bone behind?"

"Why did you lose your temper this time?"

“But this time is different!” Lin Wanjin said through gritted teeth, “They’re too ruthless!”

"Ruthless?" Chen Taimo sneered. "Ruthless is good."

He put down his teacup and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table.

"Think about it, those weavers, they all keep their skills to themselves. How can we find out which family has a few unique skills?"

"Now that someone is willing to spend a lot of money to lay all their cards on the table and let us see them clearly, isn't that a good thing?"

Lin Wanjin was stunned and couldn't quite grasp what was happening.

Chen Taimo looked at him with the eyes of someone looking at a clueless fool.

"Let them make a scene, the bigger the better. Once they've finished competing with all those 'lost skills' and ranked them first, second, and third, then we'll step in."

"At that time, this government will issue a document stating that in order to 'protect and inherit' the precious weaving techniques of Chengdu, a 'government-run weaving association' will be established to bring all the outstanding weavers and patterns under the unified management of the government."

"Tell me, do those weavers listen to him, a merchant from out of town, or to me, the prefect?"

A slight smile curved Chen Taimo's lips.

"They put in a lot of effort to plant the trees, and all we have to do is pick the peaches when the time comes. It saves time and effort, and we also get a good reputation for protecting our skills."

Lin Wanjin gasped in shock, his fear instantly replaced by excitement.

high! It’s really high!

But a faint unease still lingered in his heart.

"Your Excellency is wise. But... I always feel that those two people are not so simple."

"Just a traveling merchant." Chen Taimo waved his hand dismissively. "Once you're in Chengdu, even a dragon has to coil up before you!"

Lin Wanjin emerged from the prefect's back hall, his mind heavy with worries.

Just as I rounded the screen wall, I bumped into someone.

"Ouch!"

"Are you blind?!" a flippant voice rang out.

Lin Wanjin looked up and saw a young man in front of him, dressed in fine clothes and with a handsome face. He was Chen Jing, the only son of Prefect Chen Taimo.

Chen Taimo had many wives and concubines, but he only had one precious son. Spoiled from a young age, he developed a lawless and unruly personality.

This Chen Jing is good-looking, but he has a rather unseemly hobby.

He is not interested in women or gambling, but prefers married women.

The more married the woman, the more exciting he found her.

Chen Jing glanced at Lin Wanjin and asked lazily, "Uncle Lin, what's got you in such a hurry? Did my dad scold you?"

Lin Wanjin's eyes darted around, and he leaned forward, lowering his voice, "A businessman from out of town has come to the city, trying to steal our business."