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Chapter 460: Dad, give my godfather’s son a cheaper price!

When Abao saw that the visitor was General Zhang, she was also surprised.

"It's me, because this is my shop!" Abao grinned, then lowered his head and took another bite of the pancake.

"Where's the steward? Find the steward." General Zhang didn't want to discuss business with a child. He had to make a new sword as soon as possible.

Ah Bao hummed and climbed off the counter. His little feet touched Changmao gently. Changmao looked at Ah Bao, then quickly got up and ran towards the back.

As soon as Changmao ran away, Abao pointed to the chair next to him and said, "Uncle Zhang, sit down. Do you want to eat the pancakes my father bought for me? The ones filled with pork are delicious. But still It’s not as delicious as Grandma Daxi’s.”

As Abao chattered, General Zhang glanced at the plate placed aside. There was a piece of cake in it.He had had lunch, so he had no appetite, so he waved his hand.

Seeing General Zhang wave his hand, Abao obediently continued to eat the cake.

"Are there guests?" It was at this time that Zhao Heng came out with the dog.As soon as Zhao Heng came out, General Zhang, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up, startling Abao.

"Dad, there are cracks on Uncle Zhang's sword and it must not be used!" Abao still remembered what happened yesterday.

"Have you brought it? Let me take a look." Zhao Heng raised his eyes and looked at General Zhang.

General Zhang's body trembled subconsciously. He did not respond, but the steward who followed him quickly took the sword over.

Zhao Heng took the sword, looked at the cracks on the blade, and said, "It's artificial, throw it away."

"Thirteen, take General Zhang to the backyard." Zhao Heng stopped and called Mao Thirteen to take General Zhang to the backyard and let him choose materials for making swords.

General Zhang had a lot of opinions about Zhao Heng behind his back, but when Zhao Heng stared at him like that today, he was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe.

"Is your chin a colander? Why did you lose so much slag?" Zhao Heng asked A Bao as Mao Shisan led General Zhang and his servants inside.

Abao shook his little girl and looked down. Sure enough, there was a lot of dirt on his clothes, but not as much as his father said.

"It's delicious. Dad, can I have another candied haws on a stick?" Abao asked Zhao Heng.

Zhao Hengpi smiled but said: "If I give you a slap, will you eat it?"

A Bao snorted and lowered his head obediently to eat the pancake.

……

Before Abao finished eating the cake, Mao Shisan came out in a hurry.

"Master, you'd better go over there. General Zhang wants to make a good sword, but his money is limited." Mao Shisan felt that he couldn't deal with this General Zhang.

Zhao Heng hummed and looked at Abao: "Have you finished eating?"

Po nodded.

Zhao Heng pulled Abao towards the backyard.

General Zhang has some research on swords. He admitted that the materials here are very good, but the prices are indeed high, so he is very confused. With so many good materials, which one should he choose?
"Is there a finished sword from this black iron? Let me take a look and see how the finished product is." After Zhao Heng brought Abao here, General Zhang asked Zhao Heng.

However, before Zhao Heng could say anything, Abao stepped forward and took a closer look. Then he took out the small dagger from his big pocket and handed it to General Zhang. He said in a sweet tone: "Zhang Uncle, it’s my little dagger.”

General Zhang reached out and took the small dagger. When he saw the gem on the handle of the dagger, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Dad, Uncle Zhang's sword was broken by my dagger." Abao said to Zhao Heng with a proud look on his face.

General Zhang stopped talking.

Needless to say, this little dagger is quite exquisite... but a little too small. "Where is this piece of Hengshan iron? Do you have a sample to look at?" General Zhang then asked.

In fact, he liked everything, but he didn't have so much money.

"I know, I know, it's all here, look." Abao pulled out the drawer on one side. These were what her father showed her when she came here just now.

General Zhang took a closer look and saw a row of exquisite small daggers in the drawer.Perhaps because of the owner's request, the dagger shells of these small daggers are very chubby, in sharp contrast to the sharp blades.

"Dad made these for me, but I don't know how to read. Uncle Zhang, can you tell which one is from Hengshan Iron?" Abao said very honestly.

General Zhang was shocked when he heard what A Bao said.

They are obviously made of the best materials, but they are made into such a compact dagger and inlaid with gems... What a serious mistake!

When General Zhang was choosing, A Bao climbed up on a chair on the side and dangled his short legs.

"How long does it take to make a sword? Can it be within seven days?" General Zhang finally selected the original piece of black iron, then raised his eyes and asked Zhao Heng.

When General Zhang looked at Zhao Heng, he still didn't dare to look directly at him. Even he himself was a little angry. He just had two eyes and one nose. What was there to be afraid of?How could he be suppressed by a commoner like him?
"Okay." Zhao Heng nodded.

"How much money?" When General Zhang asked this, his tone was trembling.He could predict that this sword would not be cheap.

Sure enough, Zhao Heng reported a number.

At this moment, Fatty Dundun, who was sitting next to him, spoke: "Dad, give my godfather's son a cheaper price!"

Zhao Heng laughed and said, "Okay."

Grandpa’s son, General Zhang: “…” Thank you so much.

When he walked out of Zhubao Pavilion, General Zhang couldn't help but cursed in a low voice: "Damn, you're robbing money!! @#￥%"

A Bao stood behind the counter, her little ears pricked up. As soon as General Zhang finished speaking, A Bao shouted: "Uncle Zhang, my father has already given you a discount!"

General Zhang: "..." The death scene.Why does this fat guy have such useful ears?

"Abao, go to bed quickly. When you wake up, you can take him to class." Zhao Heng touched the furry little head and said to her.

Abao yelled, climbed down from the chair obediently, and ran toward the backyard.

When the housekeeper heard this, he asked General Zhang: "Master, should we go and see the two young masters?"

General Zhang touched his empty money bag and muttered: "What's so good about this brat?"

housekeeper:"……"

To be honest, General Zhang's head is still surrounded by a row of chubby daggers. When he thinks that so many good materials have been made into chubby daggers, he can't help but curse: "My head is really filled with water! "

"Well... young master... I heard that those daggers... are hard to find. Many people buy them for their children." The housekeeper said softly.

"So many people came to buy it, but he didn't sell it and kept it for that fat guy in his family? Isn't this a problem with money?" General Zhang complained.

The butler's voice became even lower: "Their family...their family should not be short of money..."

General Zhang: "..."

[It’s Friday, I’ll update in the morning.In addition, please ask for leave from the readers in advance. The author will have a long trip tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I may not be able to keep updating three times. Please forgive me. 】

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