Chapter 2

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

Looking at the wallet in his hand, Zhang Mu was stunned. There was really only money in it. It was full of nearly 3000 yuan in cash, not much, not much.

At this moment, Zhang Mu felt something wrong. There was no certificate or bank card in a person's wallet. Coupled with the light performance of the bald fat man just now, Zhang Mu frowned.

The identity of this fat man is not simple.

But Zhang Mu can't think so much. Now for him, he doesn't have so much time to analyze what just happened. Anyway, we have the money we need, so we can start the next step.

Under the stunned gaze of passers-by, a ragged young man rushed all the way in one direction. I don't know. I thought I robbed something and ran away. It's not that Zhang Mu is not willing to take a taxi, but few drivers are willing to take him in his current clothes.

More than ten minutes later, Zhang Mu slipped into a small alley, half bent over, holding his knees with both hands and breathing. Although he had a good body and was a young man, he still couldn't bear to run at full speed.

Zhang waned, looked up and looked carefully at the sign of the shop in front of him.

Qifang.

Yes, it should be here.

Fortunately, this store is so famous in later generations. When businessmen who know him talk about Luoyang City, they can always mention it and the man who is called the king of war in later generations, which makes Zhang Mu remember that there was such a strong figure in his hometown.

Zhang Mu adjusted her breathing, trimmed her messy hair and clothes, and was about to face the legendary characters. Even if Zhang Mu was a little nervous, he was still a little nervous.

Stepping on some old wooden threshold, out of curiosity and longing, Zhang Mu couldn't help looking inside more.

There was a desk on which several account books and a leftover lunch box were randomly placed, and several empty Tsingtao beer bottles were placed on the ground. The shop was empty and there was no weapon left. It's a little different from the legendary weapon store. Zhang Mu can't help but be disappointed.

Seeing no one, Zhang Mu took a few more steps and saw a small door with a light blue curtain near the wall. Thinking that people should be in the inner room, he shouted in the direction of the inner room.

"Hey, is the boss there?"

I should have heard Zhang Mu's voice. After a rustle in the room, several heavy footsteps sounded, and a thick and dark right hand suddenly raised the curtain.

What a tall and burly middle-aged man. He is half a head taller than Zhang Mu. His muscles are Qiu knot. A pair of eyes stare at Zhang Mu tightly, giving people a feeling that they don't want to look directly into his eyes. Just take a closer look, it seems that the beard has not been shaved for a long time, and the whole person shows an inexplicable sense of decadence.

The middle-aged shopkeeper looked up and down at Zhang Mu for a few eyes and saw his sad dress. The color of his energetic eyes was also momentarily dim for a few points, but it was not obvious. He said in a thick voice, "what's the matter, little brother?"

Zhang Mu still caught the slight change in the eyes of the middle-aged shopkeeper, but he didn't take it to heart. As he is now, it's not easy for others not to drive him out as a beggar. He looked up at the owner of the ware shop, raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "boss, I'm here to buy a knife."

"Who bought the knife?"

The middle-aged shopkeeper showed a playful look and quietly looked at Zhang Mu. It should be that after hearing the indisputable tone in Zhang Mu's tone, he changed his attitude and began to face up to the young man in front of him. Although he looked a little embarrassed, he was not afraid to look at him.

"Since you're here to buy knives, it's the guest. I Xue Liang, the owner of this knife shop, don't know what style of knives you want to buy, little brother."

When boss Xue asked himself, Zhang Mu didn't hurry to answer, but put forward the doubts that had been lingering in his heart since he entered the store.

"Boss Xue, why don't you have a knife in your knife shop? I heard from my friends that you have a good knife. I'm in a hurry to use it now. Is it possible that the business is so good that it's sold out?"

The owner surnamed Xue, who was originally very calm, looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly. "Little brother, I'm joking. Now fewer and fewer people like to collect knives. Even some young people want to hang in the room to support the scene. Now they can't see the knives made by my traditional craft. Basically, they order those exaggerated knives made by foreign machinery online.

To tell you the truth, my tool shop hasn't opened for a month. I took all the knives originally placed in the shop back to the basement, so I don't have to close the door when I go back to the inner room to have a rest. After all, what if I come to business? "

Zhang Mu was also filled with emotion. The shopkeeper was not as aggressive as those friends of Zhang Mu's later generations. On the contrary, he was very sincere and friendly. When he saw the business coming, he didn't boast about his own things, but laughed at himself.

However, it is not surprising that future generations have experienced too much to live a long time. It is not surprising that their character has changed into another person. On the contrary, it is extremely rare that Zhang Mu can climb and roll at the bottom and maintain a hip-hop mentality from beginning to end.

Of course, Zhang Mu knows very well that there are real goods made by foreign machinery, but they are so expensive that they are not what he can think of now, and there is no channel. As for those whose price is similar to that of hand-made ones, they basically have a good appearance, and their blade proportion and lethality are far inferior to the hand-made crafts handed down from generation to generation.

Such things as doing business are held out by each other.

Zhang Mu didn't follow the shopkeeper's words and took the opportunity to kill a wave of prices. Instead, he smiled and replied, "boss Xue joked. I was introduced by a friend. Your craft is naturally trustworthy.

Besides, hand-made knives are pragmatic and don't have such high requirements for appearance. Although they don't need its lethality in this era, this rule has been handed down. At least for the boy himself, I admire it for being able to abide by this craft. "

After hearing Zhang Mu's words, boss Xue's eyes became brighter and brighter. Every word of Zhang Mu spoke heavily to his heart, making him feel as if he had met a bosom friend.

"Little brother, I feel better after hearing you say that. Look at my confusion. I don't know what to call you, little brother?"

"My name is Zhang Mu, twilight of twilight."

"Zhang Mu, Zhang Mu, good name."

Boss Xue said a few words, and then laughed brightly, "brother Zhang, I don't talk nonsense. I don't know what kind of knives you want. Ready-made ones are still tailor-made. If you want to customize them, I don't have a list on hand now. It takes only three days to help you finish the rough embryo processing."

After hearing this, Zhang Mu frowned a little, "three days, I'm in urgent need. I can't wait. I'd better sell the finished product."

"OK, come with me."