Rebirth: My 80s

Chapter 401
“If you want to identify the quality of a knife, there are nothing more than two points, one is sharpness, and the other is toughness.”

Li Jiankun glanced at the merchants in front of him, passed directly by Nohara Hideo and the others, and fell to the rear.At this time, the last of the Yanyuan girls also brought a group of foreign businessmen.

There is only one person.

It's a white guy.

Speaking of this crooked nut's face, we really can't tell them apart. Some of them look weird and somewhat recognizable, and some of them look good, but they all feel like the same mold.

Li Jiankun nodded slightly as a greeting.

Then he looked down.

Old Lin understood, and took out four bricks from his handbag, stacked them in pairs, and placed them parallel on the oilcloth.

Dong Mengping took a slender fruit knife and stuffed both ends into the cracks between the bricks. Then he and Lao Lin stood up, each stretched out his right foot and stepped on one side of the bricks.

In this way, the fruit knife is fixed.

Li Jiankun took an iron hammer from Lao Lin and squatted in front of the fruit knife.

Everyone around was surprised and had already seen their intention——

This is to use an iron hammer to hit the empty knife!

Dare to play like this?

The foreign businessmen who were close to him retreated one after another, fearing that Chi Yu would be affected if the blade broke.

The three of them, Nohara Hideo, retreated the furthest.

Li Jiankun, Lao Lin and Dong Mengping were as tough as eggs and showed no fear at all.

Since they dared to do this kind of demonstration, how could they not have tried it beforehand?
"Boom!"

The iron hammer slammed on the knife, and the sound of iron was heard in my ears.

The force was so strong that the tiles on both sides were slightly displaced due to the shock.

Lao Lin and Dong Mengping had to adjust, then increased the strength of their right foot, lifted their left foot into the air, and used their entire body weight to press forward.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Li Jiankun swung the hammer continuously, and the sound of metal hitting was endless.

The melon-eaters and foreign businessmen all stared unblinkingly.

The small fruit knife suffered such abuse and did not break as expected, but the blade could not withstand it and was slightly bent.

Li Jiankun put away the hammer.

Lao Lin and Dong Mengping hurriedly knelt down, cleaned up, and turned the fruit knife over, with the slightly convex side facing upwards.

After fixing it, Li Jiankun raised the iron hammer again.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

When you feel the same, stop.

At this time, visually, the blade of the fruit knife is almost on a horizontal plane again.

Li Jiankun threw away the iron hammer, picked up a fruit knife, and presented it to the merchants for inspection.

"What I demonstrated to you before was sharpness, but now it's toughness. We use ancient secrets. While the edge is extremely sharp, the blade is both hard and soft."

You know, such a knife is not easy to come by.

Why hand forging?
Why do we need to keep tempering during the forging process?

Why use special quenching agent?
Why do we need to go through life-grinding steel grinding?

It is precisely to achieve these two characteristics.

This is also the quality a good knife should have.

The so-called slow work produces careful work, and the knives of later generations are not as good as horses.

Those knives that can break a garlic clove are purely products of industrial production, coming off the assembly line, selling dog meat with a century-old sign, and have nothing to do with the half-cent of ancient knife making.

"Good! These are top-notch kitchen knives! Having a set of them will greatly increase efficiency and fun for those who cook!"

The first compliment came from the white guy who arrived last.

This guy clapped his hands loudly. Although he missed the sharp demonstration, you can already imagine it when you look at the oranges, pig skins and bones on the oilcloth.

A pair of blue eyes revealed a fiery intensity.

The other two groups of white merchants were smiling, nodding frequently, and saying "very good" on their lips.

Nohara Hideo's face was bruised and white. What he was thinking in his heart was unknown to outsiders. He hummed and said: "It's not bad. This method of forging swords obviously borrowed from the skills of my country, Dai Ni Hong."

Li Jiankun: "???"

I'm giving you face, right? "They are indeed the most despicable and shameless nation!"

Before Li Jiankun could make a move, the applauding white man came up to Hideo Nohara, who had a fierce look on his face, and said, "These words are not mine. Our president, you go to him."

Nohara Hideo: "..."

Americans!
This made him feel anxious, and he was a little afraid to provoke it.

The white boy Jack is unreasonable and unforgiving because he has his own purpose.

"Here's what I have to say."

He came closer and stood, poked in front of Nohara Hideo, who was just over 1.6 meters tall, and looked down and said: "You Nibo people, counting your ancestors, are just slaves of this country. Oh, want to refute? 'The Seal of the Han Japanese Nu King' was published in 1784 The excavation in Fukuoka, Kyushu is the best evidence."

Good guy!
Li Jiankun stared, not even he knew this.

Nohara Hideo's face turned red.

Jack didn't care at all. The Mud Boomers never remembered how to hit well. Throwing two Boom Booms at them would be better than his grandson.

"You guys have such a shitty cultural heritage. Your clothing, tableware, tea ceremony, martial arts... I don't even bother to count them. Which ones are not inherited from this country? I'm afraid they won't have a sense of existence and are just slightly improved. Even yours The text contains a large number of Chinese characters.

"It's better for you, you have benefited so much from others, but not only do you not know how to repay your kindness, but you also want to invade others when they are on the decline.

"Isn't this typical ingratitude? Isn't this the next crime?
"How dare you speak so brazenly on this land and talk about how excellent your cultural heritage is, I'm ashamed of you!"

Nohara Hideo's face turned red, "You..."

"If I were you, I'd just put my tail between my legs and leave. Don't be embarrassed here."

The corners of Nohara Hideo's mouth twitched, and the hairs on his head were all raised in anger. It was even more uncomfortable than when he was slapped in the face by an unqualified Hong Kong man. I really wanted to kill him!

But...this is an American.

"Humph!"

With endless frustration and resentment, the three Japanese soldiers tucked their tails between their legs and walked away in despair.

Li Jiankun was quite emotional for a moment, remembering Ai Gong's words: If we want to rise, we must first destroy Ni Hong!

There are some clowns, the more you appease them, the more they can dance.

He had some impressions of this white guy.Although he understands that showing courtesy for no reason must have a purpose.

At this time, a voice of inquiry came from my ears.

A group of white merchants began to inquire about prices.

The other group, led by a silver-haired middle-aged man, waved his hand and said: "We want all your knives! I mean all the knives produced in the future."

Hoohoo!

Li Jiankun and the girls from Yanyuan who could understand English were overjoyed.

The group of white people next to me were anxious.

A dispute broke out.

The silver-haired middle-aged man puffed out his chest and said, "Our Dawn Fulin Company has this capability."

The voice of displeasure stopped abruptly.

Looking next door, the four of them made eye contact, sighed and shook their heads, looked at the knife on the oilcloth longingly, and turned to leave.

The smile on Jack's face also froze, and then he sighed.

Gone.

When such top-quality knives are introduced to the Western market, wealthy families and high-end chefs will definitely not hesitate to buy them.The market is vast and can be sold at high prices.

He shopped around the fair, which was probably the most profitable business.

Who would have thought that a Dawn Fulin Company would emerge?

This company is one of the top ten giants in the agricultural trade field in the United States.

How do you play with ordinary people?

The silver-haired middle-aged man started a discussion with Li Jiankun.

But when it comes to Bao Yuan’s products, it can’t be explained clearly in just a few sentences.

Li Jiankun invited them to move to a rental house.

Inviting now is naturally different from girls just relying on words and a promotional leaflet.

The other party readily agreed.

"Li, do you think you can close the stall?" A silver-haired middle-aged man named Yuri pointed at the oilcloth stall.

Li Jiankun showed his sincerity and asked Lao Lin to put away the knife and sneak back first, but let Dong Mengping stay here temporarily and guard the stall.

This move is also done to show the other party.

If you have good products, you are not afraid of losing customers.

Set a tone for the following negotiations——

It is you who want our goods more.

(End of this chapter)