The Plane Trading System of the Doomsday Master

Feng Shanlang hadn't seen Lao Wu for a long time. Every time he wanted to buy something, Feng Sanshui went there in person.

So, when he saw the skull-like old Wu, the cigarette in his mouth dropped.

"Brother Wu?" The bald scalp and the old and shriveled skin covering the bones looked like a living skeleton. The only difference was that he also had a pair of protruding eyes.

Lao Wu was sitting in a wheelchair, his purple lips trembling slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly coughed violently, as if he was coughing out his heart, liver, and lungs. Feng Shanlang was so shocked that he regained consciousness and immediately strode forward. The former helper asked, "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you? Why are you so thin?" His hand was attached to Lao Wu's back, and the sharp knife-like back pricked his hand, making Feng Shanlang feel depressed.

Lao Wu was five years older than his brother. Logically speaking, Lao Wu would have been in his forties when he died. He was in the prime of life. Why did this happen suddenly? An ominous premonition gathered in his heart. Brother Wu looked like this, and it was very possible. It's a serious illness, otherwise Boss Jin's respect for Brother Wu and his brother's friendship with Brother Wu would never take the villa back.

and so……

He doesn't need to take out those drawings, they won't be completed.

"Did Feng Laosan ask you to come?" He finally stopped. Lao Wu took a sip of water and asked with a weak breath, a loud hissing sound coming from his throat.

"Yes, my brother asked me to come and take a look." Feng Shanlang whispered.

If he had known this, he should have bought something.

"You want to see me?" Lao Wu's eyes turned and looked bigger and more protruding.

Feng Shanlang nodded, "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Brother Wu never married. If he were to die, his craftsmanship would be taken into the coffin. It would be a pity.

"It's okay, lung cancer." Lao Wu said lightly, as if he was not the one who was sick.

Feng Shanlang's heart sank, as expected.

With current medical treatment, lung cancer cannot be cured.

"Are you short of knives again?"

Feng Shanlang: ...Okay.

He took out the blueprint from his arms and handed it to Lao Wu.

"Turn on the lights."

Feng Shanlang did as he was told, and the room was brightly lit, giving him a clear view of the entire house.

The house is not big, only 60 square meters, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The hall is Lao Wu's studio.

The south-facing location is the lobby, which is nearly twenty-five square meters. Except for the three-plus square meters where they are currently staying, the other locations are occupied by materials and knife-making machines and materials. There are piles of finished products in the corners.

Feng Shanlang stared at the pile of finished products in the corner. He couldn't move his eyes. Just sitting there, the sharp blade was enough to irritate his eyes. Just looking at it from a distance, he knew it was a good knife. Although it cannot be customized, there are finished products that the boss needs urgently, so he should be able to accept it. Brother Wu is like this, how can he forge a knife.

"Where did this blueprint come from?" Lao Wu's rough voice sounded, pulling Feng Shanlang back from his wandering thoughts.

"Given it to me and my brother's new boss."

"New boss?" Lao Wuyi frowned, his dry brows wrinkled, looking scary.

"Well, I..." Feng Shanlang started talking. He talked about everything from the time they met to the present to the origin of the relationship. Lao Wu remained silent and listened quietly, waiting for what Feng Shanlang said. His mouth was dry, so he closed his mouth and looked for some water to moisten his throat. Only then did he realize that Lao Wu's eyes were staring at him motionless, intersecting more sharply than before, as if they were about to roll down.

Feng Shanlang trembled in his heart, swallowed, and thought to himself, Brother Wu's current appearance is really scary.

"Let me see her." The Celestial Master, a Celestial Master who knows how to design weapons, has never seen her before.

Uh-huh... Feng Shanlang is a little embarrassed. His boss is not easy to talk to. Moreover, their brothers have almost lost touch with the boss recently. Now he just wants to live in silence and pretend not to know anything. His eldest brother thinks the same way. .

"No, no knife."

"No, Brother Wu!" Even if it can't be forged according to the drawings, it's not even ready-made. If the boss gets angry later, the two brothers will be helpless and live on the street.

Lao Wu glanced at the crying person, turned his wheelchair and went to the work area without saying a word, and began to pick and choose among the finished products.

" Tell her that I want to see her. Of course, see her or not, it’s up to you.”

Feng Shanlang came empty-handed, but when he returned, he had an extra coat on him.

Yuan's security.

Yuan Zhuan took the short blade from Feng Shanlang's hand. The black handle was cold in his hands, and the sharp blade shone coldly in the sun, carrying an indescribable aura.

What a knife! Even if she hadn't tried it, she was sure of how powerful the knife was.

Satisfied, Yuan Zhuan raised his hand and waved it towards the glass on the coffee table, click!

The blade lightly scratched the cup handle and broke completely.

Pupils shrank, surprise flashed in Yuan Zhuan's eyes, he stood up and held a knife in his hand, "You can bring him over now to the office in the park."

"Hey. Okay, I'll go now." Feng Shanlang ran away in surprise, as if he was afraid that the people behind him would regret it.

"Master, you are looking for me." Wu Tianqing came in.

"Come on, try it." Yuan Zhuan handed over the knife.

Wu Tianqing was stunned for a second, then took it, how to try?
It looks like a hatchet, and the blade is wider than a hatchet.

Yuan Zhuan did not answer Wu Tianqing's doubts, but took a bunch of newspapers and handed them over.

Understood in seconds.

Wu Tianqing grabbed the newspaper and pulled it on the blade of the knife. He hissed and scattered pieces of paper on the ground, which were sharp and razor-sharp.

"Good knife." As if to verify his words, Wu Tianqing picked up the wooden chair beside him and struck it with another knife. The back of the chair broke with a sound, and the broken section was smooth, leaving no wood stubble at all.

Wu Tianqing's eyes lit up!

"The man who forged the knife is called Lao Wu, Feng Sanshui's eldest brother who grew up with me. I only needed a small number of knives, but now it seems that maybe we can ask him to make a batch of daggers." With daggers, it will be much more convenient to go on missions. .

"Okay. Everyone should like it." Men who are always on the edge of danger, no one doesn't like weapons, and daggers are just the most common ones.

"He wants to see me. Let's go to the park to meet him, you together."

"Yes."

Lao Wu thought that he might agree, but he didn't expect that he would agree so quickly. Within an hour, the person came again.

Park.

Cao Ming is directing the vehicles to unload, while newcomers Xu Xiang and You Xu are in charge of counting the goods.

Standing at the gate of the factory and looking at the mountains of rice, flour and other supplies, if he hadn't been sure that there was no natural disaster in China, he might have thought that these were disaster relief supplies.

I don’t know what’s wrong with his boss. He has been tinkering with these things. Every time they arrive, they are emptied out. He never knows where they go.

It wasn't that he was curious, but based on his understanding of Yuan Zhuan, no one could ask her what she didn't want to say. Come on, working people, why do you think so much?

"Xu Xiang, ask the driver to dump the package to the right. There are clothes there... yes, that's right there..."

When Yuan Zhuan brought people in, he saw two trucks driving in, and a young man was directing them. Cao Ming was standing near the factory, lowering his head and muttering something to a young man.

"A lot of new people have been added to the unit recently."

"Yes, we have been recruiting people since the park was completed, but they haven't taken up the job yet. These two are assistants recruited by Mr. Cao to take care of the goods entering the warehouse. They are both graduates of the Economics and Management Department of Nanqi University." Wu Tianqing explained in a low voice.

Wen Xiangying was in charge of recruitment, but Cao Ming also had his own team, all of whom had passed through Wu Tianqing's place.

"Yeah." Yuan Zhuan responded, and just as he was about to say something, Cao Ming on the other end had noticed her and walked over.

"Zhuan Zhuan, are you here to see the goods? I've already had the goods checked, and there's nothing wrong with it." Cao Ming smiled so hard that his white teeth were exposed.

"I'm here to meet someone, he's here." Yuan Zhuan tapped his chin in the direction of the door.

This was the first time that Feng Shanlang entered the newly built park built by his boss. The area was so large that he opened his mouth wide and forgot to close it.

My little boy chokes in the middle of winter, it’s so big!

The large factory building is on the left hand side of the gate and covers an area of ​​nearly an acre. Behind the right side of the gate are ten rows of three-story buildings with white walls, red bricks and black tiles. There is also a two-story building in front of the row of buildings. The reason why I knew it was an office building was because of the powerful black characters on the wall, 'Yuan's Security'!
The sun was dazzling. Lao Wu squinted his eyes and sat in a wheelchair. The five men beside the factory all looked towards him. The other short one turned out to be a girl.

At first reaction, he subconsciously judged that it was the child of one of them, but when his eyes met that girl in the air, a chill ran through Lao Wu's heart.

At this moment, the auras of the other five people seemed to be weakened, leaving only the figure of the girl.

The distance of more than thirty meters should have taken three to five minutes, but in just a blink of an eye, the person was already in front of him.

Lao Wu took a breath and his eyes widened.

Xu Xiang and You Xu opened their mouths and stared blankly at the girl who was walking thirty meters away.

What just happened? Dazzled?
It's a good thing that the master unloading the goods didn't notice this, otherwise it would have caused unnecessary trouble.

"You are dazzled." Cao Ming raised his forehead and finally said five words to the two assistants.

The two assistants turned to look at their boss, their expressions saying: Do you think we are stupid, or do you think we are blind?

Yuan Zhuan, who was shocked, took a step closer and looked at the terminally ill middle-aged man in the wheelchair. The black air between his brows almost melted.

Tsk...one month of life is a lot.

"You're looking for me." He said bluntly.

"You save me, and I will sacrifice my life for you." Lao Wu was more direct.

Feng Shanlang didn't expect that Lao Wu would say such silly things when he came to meet his boss.

Lung cancer, how can it be saved? His boss is not a doctor.

Yuan Zhuan raised his eyebrows, thinking that he must have heard something when he came here, and wanted something in exchange for a price, but he did not expect that it would be to ask for life.

Tsk...the price is a bit high.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

Although this old Wu had never killed anyone with his own hands, the knives in his hands were all stained with human blood. It can be seen that those who bought them were not righteous people.

The soul of the seriously disabled and dead person who died due to the sword was partly caused by him, and this disease was his result.

A good sword must be used in the right place in order to accumulate virtue; but this old martial artist, on the contrary, used all the skills in his hands to deal with the evil spirits of cause and effect.

"Your sword killed many innocent people. This is your retribution." Yuan Zhuan had no tactful thoughts at all.

"I know. But, the ants are still trying to survive. I just want to live. It's that simple."

"Why do you think I can let you live, or in other words, what good will you do to me if you live?" Yuan Zhuan had a smile on his lips, but the smile never dimmed his dark eyes.

"I am the last descendant of the Duan clan. My Duan clan has been passed down thousands of years ago and has been serving the emperor since ancient times. Knives, halberds, spears, three-sided sticks, etc., all cold weapons passed down from this world, I All of them can be manufactured, and all of them are of the highest quality." Speaking of inheritance, Duan Wu's energy and energy suddenly returned to normal, and the pride and sharpness between his eyebrows were unabashedly exposed in the sun, making people look at him.

Yuan Zhuan squinted at Duan Wu who was talking eloquently, and became very interested in the cold weapons he mentioned.

Quite a good one.

"You don't have children."

"When I get better, I can find a life." Duan Wu looked directly at Yuan Zhuan.

Yuan Zhuan:......

If there are descendants, it will naturally be passed down. "As long as I survive, my next generation will follow you."

"Save him." The system popped up.

"Why?" Yuan Zhuan snorted coldly.

"He can bring you help that you can't think of; and, in the apocalyptic plane, there is a huge demand for this." The system explained surprisingly patiently.

After Duan Wu finished speaking, he looked directly at Yuan Zhuan's silent expression and made up his mind. Even if he disagreed today, he would come every day and bring a short blade every day. He didn't believe it and couldn't pry it open. Yuan's security door!
If it doesn't work until death, that's fate.

Recalling the instructions of his ancestors, Duan Wu strengthened his determination to follow Yuan Zhuan.

His Duan clan cannot be extinct!

"You have no place to live?" Yuan Zhuan said this to Feng Shanlang.

Feng Shanlang was stunned, "Boss, how did you know?"

Yuan Zhuan did not explain, "Let Feng Sanshui live here. There is a building over there. Those who live in the last row can choose a two-bedroom and one-living room to live in." He was willing to follow her, so let's take care of it. The house is not liveable. run.

Feng Shanlang was stunned. Was he dreaming?
"Follow me." Yuan Zhuan looked at Duan Wu and said, turned around and headed towards the office building. The latter quickly turned his wheelchair to follow.

"Hey, brother Wu, I'll come, I'll come." Feng Shanlang was in a daze, his face was red, his breath was hot with excitement, and his mind was filled with the fact that he and his eldest brother had a place to live, and someone wanted it.

It's not easy, it's not easy.

Duan Wu followed Yuan Zhuan into the office, while Feng Shanlang stayed outside.

Yuan Zhuan raised his hand to set up a Yin evil barrier, then turned around and met Duan Wu's eyes.

"It's not impossible to save you, but you must respect me as my master and you as my servant." His eyes were like a torch, looking directly into Duan Wu's eyes, with sinister power, hitting the depths of his soul.

Duan Wu noticed that the air around him was stagnant, and under the invisible cover over his head, the oxygen instantly became thinner.