Chapter 3

Xue Liang turned without dragging the mud and water and walked to the inner room. Zhang Mu immediately followed up. After entering the inner room, he saw Xue Liang holding a thick iron handle on the ground. With a sudden force, he lifted it up, revealing a deep hole, connected with a wooden ladder, and went straight down.

Soon, Zhang Mu followed Xue Liang and went down the wooden ladder to the basement. In the narrow basement, an incandescent lamp flickered with the wind. Zhang Mu opened his eyes for a long time.

The place is not big. After a little glance, you can have a panoramic view. In the middle of the basement, there is a workbench occupying most of the area of the whole basement, on which are all kinds of semi-finished products and tools. Zhang Mu glanced up again and found that the knives hanging on the wall were all of different lengths, with different styles, including various distinctive styles.

Zhang Mu took another look inside and saw that the deepest corner was full of bags of rice and other dry food.

Good guy, it turned out that he spent the first and most difficult time through these. After the opening of the new era, how many people saw the fast and fierce zombies outside, so they didn't dare to go out. They starved to death at home because of lack of food.

Seeing a surprised look on Zhang Mu's face, Xue Liang's mouth also showed a trace of self-confidence.

Here, he seems to be the biggest king.

Xue Liang seems to have swept away all the decadence left on his face and said with a smile, "brother Zhang, do you like any of these dozens of styles? Because they are not customized. Although they may be a little uncomfortable to use, you should not be a professional knife player. It doesn't matter."

After scanning around carefully, Zhang Mu didn't find what he liked. Finally, Zhang Mu set his eyes on a long knife hanging in the corner.

The blade is thin and narrow, and the tip is angular. The most important thing is that it is long enough. It is very helpful for Zhang Mu's next plan. It is a full meter and two long, and the blade is introverted and shining cold.

Zhang Mu was really more and more happy. He pointed to the knife with his hand and said to Xue Liang uncontrollably, "I want the lengthened Tang Dao."

Unexpectedly, Xue Liang's face showed a trace of embarrassment, "Little brother Zhang, you have a good eye. The material of that Tang Dao is the best of these finished products. However, it is specially customized by others, otherwise it won't be more than 20 cm. It doesn't conform to the style of Tang Dao, and I have opened the blade for him according to the knife habit provided by that person. It must not be suitable for you.

It's true that Xue doesn't sell you. This knife has been in the basement for half a year. The person who ordered the knife didn't come again after paying a deposit of 2000 yuan. It was too early for the agreed time, so I put it in the corner.

But really, if you listen to Xue's advice, you will definitely feel uncomfortable with such a long blade, little brother. "

Aware of the sincerity in Xue Liang's words, Zhang Mu was a little moved, but he waved his hand with indifference. "Since the man broke the contract and wasted it, it's better to sell me. Besides, buying it also saved me time to cut the blade. I'm really in a hurry now."

Xue Liang couldn't guess what the young man he just met was thinking. From the communication between the two people, we can see that he is not a person who doesn't understand knives, but why don't he even know the most basic common sense.

"Brother Zhang, you'd better think again."

"Don't think about it. Boss, how much is this special Tang Dao? Give me a price and I'll take it."

Seeing that Zhang Mu still insisted, Xue Liangshi couldn't resist him, so he had to say, "this knife is equivalent to someone else's return. Our temperament is also in tune. If brother Zhang really likes it, even if you pay the deposit, it's two thousand five. Take it away."

Two thousand five, this price is very real. If it weren't for so many coincidences, I really couldn't get it at this price. Zhang Mu once again rejoiced in his luck. The hand-made knife was still too expensive. It was almost not enough to touch 3000 yuan. He secretly thanked the wronged head who paid the deposit for him.

Even if there was a merchant's instinct, Zhang Mu didn't bargain anymore, because the counter-offer was divided into people and time. He knew that in some cases, it would be too much to bargain again. In case of the idea of being frank and taking advantage of a small advantage, he would subconsciously return a price and destroy the newly established feelings. It's not good to say that Xue Liang, a straightforward and forthright person, wouldn't sell as soon as his temper came up.

Zhang Mu immediately counted out twenty-five red notes and handed them directly to Xue Liang.

"OK, it's cool and fast enough. Why don't you try the knife first, little brother? I'll go up and write you an invoice. What kind of goods do you want? Office supplies or stationery are OK. I can do it."

Zhang Mu smiled, waved his hand and said, "no, don't open it."

Then he went to the wall in the corner, reached out and took off the Tang Dao and held it in his hand.

The other hand gently touched the blade. This cold feeling made him feel secure for the first time after his rebirth.

"Since you don't need an invoice, I'll make up 100 for you." Xue Liang looked at him and was a little strange. He handed back a hundred yuan note.

Zhang Mu was not hypocritical. Now it was time for him to be short of money, so he took it and put it in his pocket.

When he wanted to take a closer look at the newly acquired Tang Dao, Zhang Muyi accidentally caught a glimpse of the clock hanging on the wall.

If you don't hurry up, you'll be in a hurry.

He closed his eyebrows, directly inserted the knife into the scabbard handed over by Xue Liang and put it in his hand.

"Boss Xue, the boy has something else to do. Let's go first."

Before Xue Liang could say a few more greetings, Zhang Mu said a few words, then hurriedly climbed the ladder and ran out of the shop.

Xue Liang hasn't reacted yet. Zhang Mu has disappeared. The rough man also met this for the first time. He was stunned and muttered to himself, "this little brother Zhang is really a little different."

After running out of the alley where Qifang was located, Zhang Mu ran all the way, holding a long knife, regardless of the surprised eyes of the people, and went into a large secondhand market not far away.

This second-hand goods market is very famous in the circle of low-level people in Luoyang.

Although you may buy goods you don't know how many hands, they are generally genuine, mainly cheap. Zhang Mu turned his pocket, but there were 600 yuan left. Naturally, he had to be careful.

Zhang Mu still has a deep memory of this place, because although many people don't like it now, in future generations, because there are all kinds of practical things in the market and several grain stores. After being discovered in the early days of the end of the world, he instantly became a big fat meat for all forces in Luoyang.

Without much thought, Zhang Mu walked in with surprised eyes.