Yang Zhengshan had just returned to the courtyard when he saw Luo Shang standing there with an ugly look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zhengshan asked with a frown.
Luo Shang smiled bitterly. "My lord, we've run into a bit of trouble!"
"What trouble?" Yang Zhengshan walked into the main hall, put down the riding crop in his hand, and asked.
"The Liu Family wants to force the price down..."
Luo Shang recounted what had happened during his talks with the Liu Family that day. By the time Yang Zhengshan finished listening, his expression had grown even uglier.
They were going too far!
They thought they could get a grip on him?
Damn it, a mere merchant actually wanted to get a grip on him? Did they really think he was made of mud?
Uncle could endure it, but Auntie absolutely could not!
The fire in Yang Zhengshan's heart shot up with a hiss and a roar. Although he had always treated merchants equally and never believed they were beneath others, this world divided scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants into clear ranks. No matter how rich merchants were, most of them were merely the white gloves of officials.
After coming to this world for so many years, Yang Zhengshan was gradually accepting this way of thinking too.
He would not think merchants were beneath others, but he also would not allow merchants to ride on his head and piss and shit there.
To put it simply, if you obediently cooperated with me, I would treat you equally. But if you fucking wanted to ride on my head, then you were lowborn trash beneath others.
That was right. He was just that double-standard.
"What the fuck is this dogshit!" Yang Zhengshan could not help cursing out loud.
"My lord!" Luo