The Great Merchant in the Cataclysm

"There are so many, you can be this fat man."

Looking at the wallet in his hand, Zhang Wei was a little bit stunned. There is really only money in it. When it is full, it has nearly 3,000 pieces of cash. There is not much one point and a lot of points.

Zhang Zi’s heart feels a little bit wrong. There isn’t a document or a bank card in one’s wallet. Plus, the bald-headed fat man’s performance is so pale that Zhang Hao frowned.

The identity of this fat man is not simple.

However, Zhang Hao also refused to think so much. Now, for him, there is not much time to analyze the things just now. Anyway, the money you need is already in place, so you can start the next step.

Under the glaring gaze of the passers-by, a ragged youth rushed in one direction. I don’t know what I thought was to grab something and escape. It’s not that Zhang Hao is not willing to take a car, but he is now in the line, and really few drivers are willing to carry him.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yi sneaked into a small alley, half-necked, hands on his knees, panting. Although he has a good body before, it is also a youth, but after all, it is running at full speed, or some can not afford.

Zhang eased slowly, looked up and looked at the signboard of this store in front of him.

Workshop.

That's right, it should be here.

Fortunately, this store is too famous in later generations. When talking about the merchants who are familiar with him, Luoyang City can always mention it and the man who is called the soldier king in the later generations, so that Zhang Hao remembers that his hometown originally had such a Strong character.

Zhang Wei adjusted his breathing and took care of the messy hair and clothes. He was about to face the legendary characters. Even if Zhang Xin’s heart was big, he was still a little nervous.

Stepping on some old wooden thresholds, out of curiosity and yearning, Zhang Hao could not help but look inside.

A desk with a few books on it, one for the rest of the lunch, and a few empty beer bottles on the ground. The shop was empty and there was no weapon left. This is too much difference with the legendary weapons store, and Zhang Wei is somewhat disappointed.

Seeing no one, Zhang Wei took a few more steps and saw a small door with a light blue curtain hanging against the wall. I thought that the person should be in the back room and shouted in the direction of the inner room. One sound.

"Hey, is the boss here?"

It should have been the sound of Zhang Wei, and after a groaning sound in the inner room, a few heavy footsteps sounded, and a thick, dark right hand suddenly picked up the curtain.

A tall, burly middle-aged man, who is half a head taller than Zhang Wei, has a muscular knot, and a pair of scorpions stare at Zhang Wei, giving a feeling of reluctance to look directly at his eyes. Just a closer look, Hu Zhuang seems to have not been scraped for a long time, the whole person reveals an inexplicable smog.

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked up and down Zhang Wei and saw his miserable dress. The original color of the eyes was also a bit faint, but the performance was not obvious. He said with a very thick voice. Little brother, is there anything?"

Zhang Wei still captured the invisible changes in the eyes of middle-aged shopkeepers, but he did not pay attention to it. As far as he is concerned, it is not easy for others not to use him as a jealousy. He looked up at the shop owner and raised his eyebrows. He smiled and said, "Boss, I am going to buy a knife."

"Buy a knife?"

The middle-aged shop owner showed a playful look and looked at Zhang Wei quietly. It should have been undoubtedly heard in Zhang Yu’s tone, so he changed his attitude and began to face up to the young man who looked awkward but did not fear him.

"Since the knife is bought, it is the guest. The cool person, Xue Liang, is the owner of this tool shop. I don't know what kind of knife you want to buy for the little brother."

Hearing this Xue boss asked himself, Zhang Hao did not bother to answer, but instead asked him the doubts that had been haunting him since he entered the store.

"Xue boss, you knife shop, how is a knife? I heard from friends that you have a good knife. I am eager to use it now. Is it too good to sell the business?"

The originally very stable owner of Xue Xing listened to this, but also smiled bitterly. "The little brother laughed, and now there are fewer and fewer people who like to collect knives, even if some young people want to hang in the room. Nowadays, I can't look at the knife made by my traditional craft. I basically order online excavated tools made by foreign machinery.

I don’t know what the little brothers said, I haven’t opened the workshop for a month. I also took the knife that was originally placed in the store and took it back to the basement. So when I go back to the inner house, I don’t need to close the door. After all, Once I have a business. ”

Zhang Xin’s heart is also full of emotions. This shopkeeper does not have the domineering pressure of the friends of Zhang Huan’s later generations. Instead, he is very sincere and friendly. When he sees business, he does not tout his own things but laughs at himself.

However, it is not unusual that the future generations can live for too long, and it is not surprising that the character is transformed into another person. On the contrary, Zhang Wei is at the bottom of the game, and can keep alive from beginning to end. A hip-hop mentality is extremely rare.

Of course, Zhang Wei’s own heart is very clear. The real goods made by foreign machinery are there, but it’s too expensive to say that it’s not what he can think of now, and there is no channel. As for those that are similar to the price of hand-made, the basic figure is that the appearance of the figure is good-looking, the proportion of the blade and the lethality are far less than the manual crafts passed down from generation to generation.

Doing business is a matter of mutual support.

Zhang Wei did not follow the owner's words to kill a wave of prices, but smiled back and said, "Xue Bo said to laugh, I was also introduced by friends, your craft is naturally trustworthy.

Besides, the manual tool is pragmatic, and the appearance requirements are not so high. Although this era does not require its lethality, this rule is still passed down. At least for the kid, it can be kept in this way. I feel very admired for the craft. ”

After listening to Zhang Huan’s words, the eyes of Xue’s boss became brighter and brighter. Every word of Zhang Wei’s words was said to his heart, making him feel like he had a friend.

"Little brother, listen to you saying this, my mood is also inexplicable, I am confused, I don't know what the little brothers call you?"

"My name is Zhang Wei, I am late."

"Zhang Wei, Zhang Wei, good name."

The boss of Xue surnamed a few words, and then laughed heartily. "Zhang Xiao brother, I don't talk nonsense anymore. I don't know what kind of knives you want. The ready-made ones are tailor-made. If you want to order. If I don't have a list at hand, it will take only three days to help you finish the rough embryo."

After listening to this, Zhang Biao's brows were somewhat wrinkled. "Three days, I am in a hurry, can't wait, then I still sell the finished products."

"Okay, come with me."

:. :