2858 The true colors of a businessman (1)
The discipline Commissionās sign was so conspicuous that anyone could see it clearly, so there was no need to reveal oneās identity.
āSir, do you want to forge a weapon or do you have other matters?ā
As if he didnāt see the waist token, Tang Zhen revealed a warm smile, as if he was the same to any guest.
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āIf the price is right, Iāll naturally forge one. That way, itāll be a profit.
Even if I donāt use it, I can give it to a friend or sell it. Iāll definitely make a lot of money!ā
The black-robed young man laughed and said without any scruples. His words and actions were very carefree.
if a blacksmith heard this, he would definitely be very happy, because being able to sell for a high price just means that the quality of the weapons he forged is very good.
The smile on Tang Zhenās face became even wider because the storeās products were being praised. He looked like a profiteering merchant no matter how one looked at him.
The young man shook his head and sighed, ā āItās no longer a matter of price, but a matter of strength. If the blacksmith in your shop is willing, I think many sects will invite him to fight for it.
If low-level cultivators all had such a spirit weapon, then the sectās strength would increase rapidly.
After this matter spreads, it wonāt take long for your shop to be as busy as a market.ā
āIsnāt that even better? the more people we have, the more money weāll be able to earn and open a bigger store.ā Tang Zhen laughed when he heard this.
The black-robed cultivator looked at Tang Zhen. He didnāt know if Tang Zhenās words were true or false. He didnāt even know how to reply.
From the moment he saw Tang Zhen, he had been observing him seriously. He wanted to determine Tang Zhenās true background.
But after looking for a long time, he did not gain anything at all.
No matter how one looked at him, Tang Zhen was just an ordinary mortal. He did not have the aura of a cultivator.
However, Tang Zhenās words and actions carried an indescribable temperament. It was as if he was an immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.
It made people respect him, and they didnāt dare to offend him.
It was impossible for a mortal to have such an aura, so the black-robed young man would rather believe that he was not strong enough to see through it.
If that was the case, then there was a reasonable explanation for the ghost blacksmith and the ghost kingās abnormal situation.
At this thought, the black-robed cultivator felt immense pressure.
Just one ghost king was enough to give people a headache, forcing the discipline Commission to make a compromise and use means to appease and intimidate.
Now that there were more shop owners with unknown strength, things had become more and more complicated. He wondered if the previous intimidation plan would be effective.
No matter what, stability was the most important thing. They must not add to the chaos at this critical moment.
The black-robed youth thought of this and smiled.āSince you want to do business, I wonder if you can accept my order?ā
āWeāre open for business, and whoever comes is a guest, how can we refuse?
However, the rules still have to be followed. Each person can only order one piece, and you must personally come to the shop and get my approval.ā
When it came to business, Tang Zhenās attitude immediately became serious and he had a business-like appearance.
āNo problem, Iāll call the person over.ā
The black-robed cultivator turned around and called out to the people behind him. Three discipline Commission cultivators walked out from the corner of the street.
The leader of the martial artists who were patrolling the streets led his two subordinates and followed them with a sad face.
He wished he could give himself two tight slaps, wondering why he hadnāt resigned earlier. Otherwise, he wouldnāt have been pulled over by the cultivators of the discipline Commission.
Itās too difficult for me, Yingluo.
The six of them had just reached the entrance of the shop when they saw a person walking over from the street. It was the ghost king Liu Qing who had just returned from buying vegetables.
Seeing the three cultivators of the discipline Commission and the martial artists who were patrolling the street behind them, Liu Qingās eyebrows immediately rose.
āWhatās going on with you guys?ā
Upon hearing Liu Qingās words, the three cultivators from the discipline Commission stood stiffly on the spot and looked to the black-robed young man for help.
As for the captain of the patrol team, he looked like he was about to cry, and his legs were shaking.
He knew Liu Qingās identity and understood that this beautiful woman was actually a ghost king. He couldnāt afford to offend her.
āI didnāt want to come either, but I was forced to do it.ā
Although they were in public, the patrol Captain could not care less about his face and quickly explained his actions.
He was afraid that if he was a step too slow, he would be blown to death by Liu Qing.
The black-robed young man turned around and saw Liu Qing, who was dressed as a servant. His pupils could not help but shrink slightly.
With just one look, he could confirm that Liu Qing was a ghost king level expert. There was absolutely no problem.
It was just a scene of a ghost king expert dressed as a maid and carrying a vegetable basket. It really gave him a huge visual impact.
He really wanted to ask if a dignified ghost king expert really didnāt care about face?
Liu Qing stared at the black-robed youth with a hint of disdain in his eyes. He said in a faint tone, ā are all the old fellows of the discipline Commission dead? they actually sent out a little kid. Do they really think Iām made of paper? ā
Liu Qing was both angry and depressed. He was sure that he would have to continue sweeping and cooking for a while in the future.
āI am Li cangfeng, an earth-ranked cultivator from the discipline Commission. I have come to visit you.
Iām not here to stir up a dispute, so please donāt misunderstand.
I plan to discuss with you if we can get along peacefully, and itās best if we donāt interfere with each other.ā
When Liu Qing heard this, he suddenly sneered, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
āWhat did you say? a cultivator of the discipline Commission wants to live in peace with me?
Is there something wrong with my ears or is there something wrong with your brain? tell me, how can we live in peace?
If I kill all the residents on this Street and turn them into my ghost servants, will you allow me to do the same?ā
Liu Qing sneered and was about to continue mocking the black-robed young man when he heard a cold snort.
āLiu Qing, this is my customer. You canāt be rude.
Itās getting late, hurry up and cook!ā
Tang Zhen glanced at Liu Qing and spoke in an indifferent tone. It was as if he was a master reprimanding his own servant.
āYes, Master. Iāll go now.ā
Liu Qing, who was still sneering and ridiculing, suddenly trembled. He immediately shut his mouth and went back into the house.
Everyone was dumbfounded at this scene.
Ghost king Liu Qing, who had always made peopleās scalps tingle and their hearts in fear, was now as docile as a rabbit.
Is my vision blurry and Iām hallucinating, or is there another reason?
Everyone looked at each other, and their eyes seemed to be doubting life.
He turned his head to look at Tang Zhen, only to see that he still had a smile on his face. It was as though the person who had berated him earlier was an ordinary person.
āSir, do you still want to order weapons? if so, please come and register your name.
In addition, I want to remind you that our shop has little profit, so we donāt give credit and youāre not allowed to bargain.ā
Li cangfeng and the others nodded. They did not dare to say anything, but they felt very strange in their hearts.
Judging from the quality of the weapons, if they were sold at the normal price, one of them could buy this blacksmith shop.
However, this boss was very strange. He only offered a slightly higher price than ordinary custom-made weapons, but he also appeared to be very calculative, as if he was afraid of losing money.
As they looked at the smiling Tang Zhen, a feeling involuntarily rose in everyoneās heart. It was likely that this young store owner was even more difficult to deal with than the ghost king Liu Qing.
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