Flamingo

“Two hundred thousand, you take it.”

The old man wiped his mouth and said verbally.

“The master’s handiwork is worth the price.”

Song Zijun, who had also inquired about the price of some master swordsmen before coming out, nodded without surprise.

A knife and a sword are worth a house, or Xiangjiang’s house, in the future life will definitely countless people say that they are losers and scold idiots, but now, it is a normal price.

After all, no one knows how horrible Xiangjiang’s housing prices will soar in the future – even those who speculate on houses can’t imagine.

In a few years, when the peace talks begin, Xiangjiang’s house will fall again, so Song Zijun will still have the opportunity to make money in the future.

“But I don’t have so much money on me for the time being, you see, is it okay to pay some of it in advance?”

Song Zijun took out the remaining five turns of money from his clothes and placed it on the table.

He originally thought of paying a deposit, and when the weapon was built, he would definitely have enough money to pay the balance.

But I didn’t expect to encounter those who sold finished products directly, and the money on them was really not enough for the time being.

The middle-aged man on the side immediately lit up in front of his eyes, and quickly took the five-turn money in his hand, and couldn’t put it down.

“Then I’m afraid I can only give you the knife first.”

After ordering the money, the middle-aged man said with a little embarrassment on his face while clutching the money tightly.

“No problem.”

“I’ll come and get the sword weapon in the next two days.”

Song Zijun nodded and agreed without hesitation, reached out and put the blade into the skin, and when his fingers hit the hilt again, the blade slipped into his cuff and disappeared.

This hand made the eyes of both the old man and the middle-aged man look a little straight.

Immediately, he nodded at the two, got up and walked out the door.

Ten seconds later, Song Zijun met the doubtful gaze of the two and turned back.

“If you want to trouble this person to send me out, there are no vehicles here.”

“Of course, of course!”

The middle-aged man was abrupt, and quickly got up and picked up the car keys to send Song Zijun.

He waited more than half an hour later before he returned.

At this time, the sword weapons and money on the table were gone.

“Dad, we can be considered to have made another profit this time!”

As soon as he entered the door, the middle-aged man smiled.

“It’s your baby’s luck, you can be regarded as catching a big water fish.”

The old man, whose hands did not shake wine or drink, knocked on the copper cigarette stick in his hand, and sucked a large puff in the burning tobacco in the smoking pot.

“Uncle Shi is also timid, in fact, even if something really happens, what is the matter with Uncle Shi?” The middle-aged man said casually, but without waiting for the old man to answer, he laughed again, “But it’s good to be timid, otherwise there is a place for us to make money?” ”

“If that kid hands over the rest of the money and deducts it to the uncle, we will at least earn this amount.”

The middle-aged man gestured to the old man.

“We can make money so easily, really thanks to those who write martial arts novels, all of them are ancient and modern, as long as our grandfather’s ‘story’ comes out, there are really very few people who don’t buy it.”

The old man laughed with satisfaction.

“Tomorrow, buy a few more copies of Ming Pao Sing Tao Daily or something, it can be regarded as support.”

“Dad, in fact, this depends on your superb acting skills, your acting skills are really this!” The middle-aged man who nodded in agreement gave a thumbs up to the old man appreciatively.

“Okay, don’t mess around, let your daughter-in-law clean up her face, and our family will go out to dinner!”

The old man waved his hand, but the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Then the middle-aged woman with a fair face and no yellowed skin at all walked in quickly.

A family of three, so happily riding in the car to eat a big meal.

There is no doubt that Song Zijun has been tricked.

The weapon is real, and the quality of the weapon can definitely be said to be a sword and sword, but as for what is hand-forged, the ancestor left behind and so on, it is naturally a lie.

……..

“It’s really good luck, and there just happens to be an ‘Eight-Faced Han Sword’.”

Song Zijun, who returned to the hotel, sighed that his luck was not bad.

Although the old man of the “Crafting Workshop” did not create weapons for him, it was naturally better to have the weapons left by the old man’s master.

“I’ll call you ‘snake tooth’ in the future.”

Playing with the short blade of silver in the darkness of his hand, Song Zijun held the slightly curved handle and looked at a square four-sided glass wine glass on the table.

Hiss!

In a faint, snake-like subtle sound, a ray of silver light appeared in the air in vain, and after a few seconds, the silver light slowly dissipated from Song Zijun’s eyes.

Looking at the water cup without any abnormalities, Song Zijun reached out and pinched the upper part of the water cup, and after a slight sense of sluggishness, the upper part of the water cup was lifted by him.

Looking at the water cup divided in two, Song Zijun casually threw the square cup ring in his hand into the trash can, looked at the blade in his hand without the slightest incompleteness, and nodded with satisfaction.

“Although it is not the “Eight-Faced Han Sword”, which can best exert the power of the “Moon Killing Method”, but it is convenient to turn and conceal, and the “Snake Fang” is far more than the “Eight-Faced Han Sword”.”

Xiangjiang in this era is also forbidden to carry controlled weapons on the streets, which is also an important reason why Song Zijun did not refute the middle-aged man’s decision to let him take the “snake tooth” first.

“It’s time to go to the Quanxing Society.”

Song Zijun put the “snake tooth” into the sheath, opened a buckle on the leather, buttoned it on a cut hole in the lining of the suit on the left side, and then closed the clothes, so that no one knew that there was a knife hidden in his clothes.

Following the address, Song Zijun, who hailed a taxi, soon came to a building.

The so-called “Quanxing Society” is now officially called “Quanxing International Group”, and Wang Fengyi is now the chairman of this group.

Pushing open the transparent glass turnstile, Song Zijun strode to the front desk.

The so-called front desk is a rounded table with a young woman standing behind it, and on the black wall behind the woman, there are several gilded fonts of “Quanxing International Group”.

On one side, there is also a soft leather sofa against the wall, which seems to be a place for guests to wait for rest.

Overall, it gives a sense of regularity.

People who don’t know the details will never know that this is the base camp of “Quanxing”.

“This gentleman, is there anything wrong with you?” The front desk looked at the imposing Song Zijun and asked with a smile.

“Trouble you, I’ll find your chairman, Wang Fengyi.” Song Zijun said.

“So, Mr. Trouble, do you have an appointment?” Reception polite.

“No, but just make a call and ask, she knows my name.”

Song Zijun shook his head.

“Yes, sir, please wait.”

The front desk nodded and dialed the number.

Just two rings, the phone was directly hung up.

The front desk glanced at Song Zijun, and when he was about to continue fighting, Yu Guang seemed to have swept something, and suddenly his expression became nervous.

Immediately the front desk hurriedly put down the phone, and the whole person stood up straight, hands folded on his lower abdomen, a respectful look.

Song Zijun turned his head a little puzzled, and saw a group of old people who were disheveled, with cigarettes in their mouths, and followed by a group of old gangsters with younger brothers cursing and cursing in their mouths.

“Wang Fengyi, how does that girl think our club got up?”

“Brother Dong is really old, and he actually handed over the industry to that little girl!”

“Damn, are we really going to stop the mahjong hall? Lao Tzu’s mahjong restaurant earns hundreds of thousands a day! ”

“If you want to stop you to stop, just rely on a word from a smelly girl, Lao Tzu will not stop!”

“After all, it’s Uncle Dong’s designated heir, let’s not do it against each other, right?”

“What are you afraid of, it’s just a casual girl, let us turn to the right line, the people under us are all good and lazy, who will change the right line?” Not practical! ”

“Then Ah Wei and He Guanchang are not good to each other…”

A group of people walked while talking, and there was no concealment in the conversation, and then they passed by with Song Zijun and pushed open the door and left.

Call!

It wasn’t until these people left that the front desk breathed a sigh of relief.

Smelling the smoke brought by these people and the atmosphere of instant black miasma, Song Zijun shook his head slightly, it seemed that Wang Fengyi, the object of his favorite, could not suppress these old men.

But here he is.

The more resistance these people have, the less resistance his digging actions will be.

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