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drunkard's workshop.

Seemingly in order to not disappoint his reputation, the owner of the drunkard's workshop would always make himself drunk. Because of this habit of his, there were very few businesses that could find him. In order to maintain his life and continuously inject alcohol into his body, he only needed to raise the price, but there were even fewer customers. If this vicious circle continued, his drunkard's workshop would sooner or later close down.

However, the boss was not worried. He knew that there were some things that could only be done by himself, which was why he dared to bid. Even though the customers were unhappy, they could not do anything about it.

"Hey!" Someone walked into the drunkard's workshop and shouted loudly, "Boss, is the boss here?"

The owner who was lying on the recliner slightly lifted his eyelids, glanced at the few customers who barged in, and then closed his eyes.

"Is the boss here?" The guy with the loud voice had already walked in front of the boss, but the boss still didn't say anything.

At his feet were many bottles of wine, and around his body was the smell of volatile alcohol. It seemed that he had just experienced the taste of drunkenness and the smell of death.

"Are you the boss here?" The guy with the loud voice was still a bit impatient. Behind him were three middle-aged men wearing suits and leather shoes.

"Hey!" His loud voice was getting angry.

Behind him, a middle-aged man suddenly spoke up, "I see that you guys don't have the courtesy to entertain a guest." His Chinese was very unstandard, and his grammar was problematic, so he didn't seem to be Chinese.

The boss was still peacefully lying on his deck chair, not moving at all.

"Mr. Yutian, how about we go to another store? I don't believe that this is the only store that can sell what you guys want!" The loud voice was the interpreter responsible for entertaining the three of them.

Before Mr. Yutian could speak, the boss of the drunkard's workshop suddenly opened his eyes: "Hehe, there are some things that only I can play with."

"Errr — Dim!" The boss didn't reply to the translator's words, instead letting out a burp right in front of him. A strong smell of alcohol, garlic and eggs came from the boss's mouth.

"Wow!" The translator took two steps back from the owner's breath. "What did you eat?"

The three Foreigners in suits also raised their hands and started fanning under their noses.

"Burp." The owner gave a light burp and scratched his head, "Sorry."

"What would the three of you like me to do?" The shop owner asked with a smile, his wine still not fully awake, "If you want to forge iron, then I'm good at it!"

"I don't think I can count on such a drunk," said the interpreter. "Let's change houses, gentlemen."

However, Mr. Yutian had already taken out the items from his backpack and used the Pirate language translation officer to entrust the drunk blacksmith to do so.

The translator took the item from the Mr. Yutian and passed it to the owner, "Can you fix this?"

The owner's eyes suddenly lit up and he reached for the item. However, the translator retracted his hand. "If you can't fix it, I advise you not to move!"

"Bring it here!" The owner's hand speed was extremely fast, and before the translator could react, the item in his hand had already been snatched away by the boss.

The expressions of the three people behind him changed.

"Hey!" cried the translator. "This is a priceless treasure!"

But the boss had already pulled the sword out of its sheath — yes, this precious object was a sword.

"What a sharp guy!" There was no trace of drunkenness in the boss's tone. He placed his finger on the blade of the sword and gently moved it. A small cut appeared on his finger.

The incision did not bleed, but it immediately dried up.

"Good heavens!" The boss sighed again. Looking at the edge of the sword, the boss's face gradually brightened. However, when he saw where the sword and hilt met, his expression suddenly changed. "Hai." The owner sighed deeply.

At this time, the other Pirate suddenly said something.

"Hey, our teacher is asking you if you can repair this sword. If you can, there will definitely be a big gift for you." the interpreter said.

The owner sheathed his sword and handed it back to the translator. "I can't fix it. This sword is already dead. I suggest that you guys try a new one."

"What did he say?" The Mr. Yutian asked the translator.

The translator translated the boss's words and reported it to the Mr. Yutian. Mr. Yutian and the other two looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock. Finally, the three nodded to each other. Mr. Yutian looked at the translator and said, "Tell him to repair it as much as he can.

"Then wouldn't that be letting this drunkard off too easily!" The interpreter looked surprised.

"Quickly translate!" The Mr. Yutian said solemnly.

The translator helplessly told the boss about Mr. Yutian's intentions. The boss was also surprised for a moment and then thought: "These three brats probably have no other way in my own country, which is why they came to me to beg for help. Heh, if I say it like this, then I'm quite famous." And then his expression turned into a smile.

He held out his right palm to the interpreter.

The translator handed the sword to the boss with an expression of displeasure. The boss took the sword, placed it in his left hand, and then once again extended his right hand to the translator.

"What?" The interpreter did not understand for a moment what he meant.

The shop owner rubbed his right thumb, forefinger and middle finger together.

"You want money before you even start working!?" The translator's face was filled with incredulity.

"Then what if I finish this and you waste your money?" The boss had a look of deference on his face, "Besides, it doesn't matter whether Chengdu pays for it or not. You said so yourselves!"

"Yes, yes!" The translator gritted his teeth. "You are ruthless!" He translated the boss's meaning to Mr. Yutian and the other two.

Mr. Yutian immediately took out a cheque book, signed a cheque for one hundred thousand and gave it to the owner.

The boss counted the cheques before carefully verifying the authenticity of the cheque. Finally, he put away the cheque with a skeptical expression. That look was so infuriating.

After receiving the money, the boss' attitude suddenly changed, "As for this sword, I'll have to tell you guys that its bones have already been broken. Even if I forcefully reconnect it, it won't take long. However, since you insist on cultivating, I have no other choice. After I reconnect the sword bones, if there are any problems using it, you can't leave it to me. I don't have any precedents for refunds! "

"Cut the crap!" "You take the money and work. Tell me, how long will it take?"

The owner held up three fingers.

"Three days?" The translator was surprised. "That fast?" If they were to return it back to Japan for repair, in addition to the repair time, it would take at least a week. But three days later, they would have to use the sword, so they looked all around for a smithy to try their luck. Who knew that there would actually be someone who would dare to say that it could be repaired in three days? In that case, they would be able to make it in time.

"Thirty minutes." the boss said proudly.

"Burp."