Start with a blacksmith shop

Li Zhenhua looked at the hung up phone and thought to himself.

Liu Xiaodong pulled out a number from his mobile phone and pressed dial directly.

The joy in Liu Xiaodong's mind now made him forget the pain of being woken up just now, and his call was answered at the last moment.

"Brother Guo, let me tell you something. Didn't you want to go to that knife forging competition before?

I found a good blacksmith for you, and he wanted to participate in this. I tried hard to get him to agree.

Where are you now? I'll pick you up. We'll go directly to his place to see him soon. Let me tell you, this person is very knowledgeable in materials science. "

Liu Xiaodong told the story as soon as the call was connected, and even boasted that Li Zhenhua was very accomplished in the material.

The person who answered Liu Xiaodong's phone didn't even have time to speak. Liu Xiaodong said a series of words.

He was originally very angry, but after hearing what Liu Xiaodong said, he forgot about the uncomfortable feeling of being disturbed from his sleep.

"Mr. Liu, is the person you are talking about far from our county? Let me tell you first, I am not restricted in my scope of activities.

As long as we don't leave the county, everything is fine. But if we go to another county, then we have to deal with you disturbing my sleep. "

The man who was woken up by Liu Xiaodong was temporarily suppressed by what he said.

But if Liu Xiaodong didn't give him a satisfactory answer, it would probably have some impact on Liu Xiaodong's business.

"Brother Guo, let me tell you, this man is my childhood friend, he lives in a town below the county, and his family's blacksmith shop is quite old.

I often played there when I was a child. When I was a child, I also heard that their family was a craftsman in the Ming Dynasty. "

Liu Xiaodong introduced specific information about Li Zhenhua to people on the phone, and the person on the other end of the phone became happier and happier.

Then he thought of the rich second generation who had the same financial resources as his family that he had met at the Armor Fighting Club in Jinling.

The look on his face when he showed off to him a knife made by the third runner-up master of the knife forging competition.

‘Hmph, I won’t argue with you this time. Didn’t you ask Master Jijun to make knives for you?

This time grandpa wants to play something more high-end than you. I will make it myself. Then I will participate in the knife forging competition. Let’s see how you show off in front of me. ’

From Liu Xiaodong's words, the second-generation rich man named Guo thought of the plot in which he pretended to be Dalian.

"Brother Guo, are you still listening? Do you want to go? If not, I will send you a novel. He is also anxious to find someone to help."

Liu Xiaodong heard no response from the other party again on the phone, and immediately urged the rich second generation.

"Why are you in such a hurry to find someone? Is there something going on?" The rich second generation was not disrupted by Liu Xiaodong's urging. Instead, he focused on a key point and asked Liu Xiaodong.

"Oh, um, aren't you going to participate in a knife forging competition? He lacks an assistant who can videotape the entire process, so I called Brother Guo to see if he is interested."

After listening to Liu Xiaodong's explanation, the man also understood why there was such a call. It turned out that there was a lack of a cameraman there.

He was a professional in photography, and then he thought of the equipment he bought for photography. People say that photography is poor for three generations. If he didn't have a rich family, he would also be one of the poor three generations.

"Brother Liu, where are you? I'm going to find you now. I'm really interested in this. Let me tell you, the cameraman must be me." The rich second generation said to Liu Xiaodong eagerly. .

The anger he felt when he got up before disappeared at this moment, and he didn't care about the anger he had when he woke up.

While talking on the phone, still getting dressed, he grabbed the motorcycle keys on the table and ran out of the house.

The tall man, who was about 1.8 meters tall, walked out of the room, got on a small monkey, and rode towards the place Liu Xiaodong told him.

With a huge figure, riding a stunted motorcycle, the scene was incredibly hilarious.

To say that such a rich second generation has no chance to ride such a small motorcycle, it must start at 250, but his father restricts him from riding a motorcycle. This small motorcycle is still a compromise made by his father.

Just as the man was rushing towards Liu Xiaodong, Liu Xiaodong dialed Li Zhenhua's phone again.

"Brother Hua, I've found a cameraman for you. I don't know what this guy's skills are, but I know he must be an equipment guy. We will meet up in a while, and we will go find you after we meet up."

Liu Xiaodong called, and listening to what he said, Li Zhenhua could roughly guess who Liu Xiaodong might be looking for.

"Fat man, I made a promise. If this person is not good, I will replace him. Even if he can't be a cameraman, I will keep him here. I won't make it too difficult for you."

Li Zhenhua was afraid of delaying his own affairs, so he explained it to Liu Xiaodong in advance.

"Brother Hua, don't worry. You decide everything. I'll hang up first. I think I heard someone coming." Liu Xiaodong said simply, and the call was hung up.

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Li Zhenhua felt unreliable.

But Liu Xiaodong, on his side, started to get up and wash up after hanging up the phone with Li Zhenhua. Even though the other party was here, he hadn't gotten up yet.

Just as Liu Xiaodong finished wiping his face, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it showed Guo Shugui, a very rustic name.

"Brother Guo? Are you here? Okay, I'm going down now." Liu Xiaodong hung up the phone and walked out of the house cautiously.

When he came downstairs, he saw a bright light. When he came closer, he suddenly felt that his three views had been subverted.

Liu Xiaodong, who was already very familiar with Guo Shugui, walked around him carefully for several times.

Then he turned to Guo Shugui and said, "Mr. Guo, what are you dressing up like?"

After finishing speaking, Liu Xiaodong touched the front of the scooter with a look of sympathy. "It's hard on you, child."

"Taunt me again. Be careful about your business. I'll do it for others. If you hadn't called so early, I wouldn't have come to you on a little monkey."

Guo Shugui said to Liu Xiaodong indignantly, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face.

"How could you, the son of one of the largest real estate developers in the country, end up in this situation?"

"My dad said that I can't ride a bike when I go out, I can only take a car, and he doesn't let me drive by myself. I still have to work hard to get here as a little monkey."

Guo Shugui reluctantly told Liu Xiaodong his reasons, without any embarrassment at all.

"You are so miserable. You are not even allowed to drive a car. How do you think you are such a top rich second generation? Look at how the principal lives."

"Stop it, just drive your car out." Guo Shugui said to Liu Xiaodong, but Liu Xiaodong, the fat man, would not move.

"Forget about my car. I drank yesterday and can't drive now. How about you drive it? I'll give you the key."

Liu Xiaodong said and handed the car keys to Guo Shugui, but he did not take it.

"I don't dare to drive. If I dare to drive, my father will go to the county in the afternoon and break my legs."