My Sister is Too Protective

After hanging up, Lin Feng asked Huoxiang to protect Gulan.

I went to Luosheng Street by myself.

The last time I went to Luosheng Street, I was thinking of getting a set of silver needles on Luosheng Street, but I didn't expect it to be disturbed by Sister Hua.

Now that the silver needles brought down from the mountain are all used up, I have to come again.

After all, what he wanted was different from ordinary silver needles.

The strength in all aspects is different from that of ordinary silver needles, and it must be put in the sleeve for easy carrying and hiding.

After arriving at the place, Lin Feng strolled around and finally stopped in front of a shop of custom-made gadgets.

It's not that I can't find other places. Lin Feng liked this shop purely because there were two Tibetan mastiffs squatting in front of the shop, and the entire facade was riddled with holes.

It is not difficult to see that it has been burnt by fire, hit by bullets, and a rusty axe is studded on the wooden signboard.

Just rushing to the door, it is not rare to see that the boss is also a ruthless person!

As soon as I walked in, I saw a thin old man in a big vest and messy hair sitting next to the counter.

The old man didn't even look at Lin Feng.

"You go, I'm not doing your business here."

Lin Feng was taken aback by these words, and then he became more and more interesting.

"why?"

The old man fiddled with the two copper coins on the table, making a clinking noise.

"Because you blocked the old man's way of making money, you want me to do business with you with this kind of **** hatred? There are no doors!"

Having said that, he picked up the two copper coins on the counter, turned and left.

"Walk slowly, don't give it away."

"and many more!"

"Old gentleman, you can't speak authentically. We are not in the same industry. When did I get in your way?"

Hearing what he said, the old man gave a cold snort, then turned his head and stared at Lin Feng with clear eyes.

"A few days ago, the Luosheng Street Festival, the old man, I specially bought a lot of goods, just waiting for the day of the celebration to make a lot of money, how did you know that you were killed halfway through the celebration and ruined the celebration, so that my business was not completed. You said this is not blocking my money. What is it?"

Lin Feng who said this couldn't help but scratch his head.

Although it is indeed such a thing, no matter how you think about it, the reason is a bit far-fetched, isn't it?

It seems that the old man is going to knock him a fortune.

Lin Feng thought this way, but didn't feel it anymore, took out a bank card from his pocket and put it on the table.

"There are one hundred thousand in this card, so it's all for the old man to make amends, how about it?"

"One hundred thousand?"

The old man snorted coldly.

"You don't have enough money for a fraction of me."

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

This old man is really a big lion. He didn't expect that he was not big and his heart was quite big.

"Then how much do you want to do business with me?"

The old man lay on the rocking chair, stretched out a finger, and said casually.

"one million!"

"See you."

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he picked up the bank card on the table, turned around and left.

Just to settle the things before, the old man opened his mouth for one million, and if he was asked to make a silver needle, he would still be able to decide how much it would cost.

Although he is a rich man, he is not stupid.

To spend so much money, it's better to find another one to do it. It's really impossible to go back to the mountain. There are many old Taoist priests.

"Hey, wait, wait..."

The old man hurriedly chased out, pulling Lin Feng's clothes.

"I was joking with you just now. Five hundred thousand, five hundred thousand will do."

Lin Feng who said this couldn't help but want to laugh.

Are you bargaining with me here?

Even so, his face remained calm, with only a trace of impatient emotion.

"Five hundred thousand is too expensive, no."

When it comes to this, raise your foot to leave.

The old man hurriedly stopped him.

"Twenty, two hundred thousand, no less!"

Between words, the two Tibetan mastiffs squatting at the door hurriedly blocked the door for fear that Lin Feng would run away.

Lin Feng turned around.

"I just asked for one million, but now why is it 200,000? Boss, are you kidding me foolishly here?"

The old man rubbed his hands with a smile, and carefully pulled the bank card in Lin Feng's hand.

"Ten...One hundred thousand will do, I just haven't had a business for too long, hahaha."

Having said that, he patted his chest again.

"But don't worry, my Lao San's craftsmanship is one of the best in the entire Luosheng Street!"

"Oh? What if I want you to make something that is almost impossible to see on the market?"

Lin Feng smiled mysteriously.

The old man also laughed.

"I know what you want, the guest officer wait a moment."

Having said that, put the bank card in your pocket and walk back.

After a while, the old man came out from behind holding a wooden box, with a "bang", and put the contents of the box on the table.

"This is what you want, right?"

Lin Feng opened the box and took a look.

There were many small plastic boxes in the box. In that plastic box, rows of silver needles lay quietly side by side.

Lin Feng took out one and flicked his backhand. The silver needle slammed into the wooden board not far away, pierced the wooden board, and finally settled on the iron wall.

This made Lin Feng couldn't help but shine, but it was more strange.

"How would you do this?"

The old man smiled embarrassedly.

"On the day of the celebration, I saw that there was something wrong with the traffic, and then I ran out to watch the excitement. I didn't expect to be catching up. I pulled out two silver needles and brought them back to study while people were not paying attention."

These words made Lin Feng admire for a while.

The old man looks ugly, but he is actually quite business-minded.

For Lin Feng, the silver needle is a disposable weapon most of the time, and there is no chance to reclaim it when fighting.

This also indirectly leads to the consumption of this thing.

No matter how great Lin Feng is, it would be a troublesome thing without these silver needles.

It happened that the old man discovered that the silver needle was not an ordinary object, and even in such a short period of time, he actually let him delve into the casting method.

It is estimated that even if he came here to look for him today, this was something the old man had already expected.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng couldn't help sighing in his heart.

How about it, there are people outside the world, and there are days outside the world. The old Taoist priests have studied things in the mountains for several years, and they have been imitated in just a few days...

"Okay, you old man is smart enough."

The old man laughed.

"You boy is not big or young. Regarding seniority, you have to call me uncle."

"Whatever, make a price."

At this point, the look in the old man's eyes changed.

"I want to ask you a few things. If you can answer, then I can give you this thing for free, how about it?"

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows.

The atmosphere between the two became a little subtle.