A strange emotion suddenly welled up in her heart, and she suddenly felt a sense of loss.

What have we lost?

It's probably money.

Since she couldn't get money from her father, Lin Xiaorou was planning to find an excuse to ask Liu Kai and his other sycophants for money.

What embarrassed her even more was her father's identity!

Sure enough, Liu Kai astutely seized this opportunity to be disgusting.

He feigned caution: "I...if I may ask, did you open the blacksmith shop out of hobby?"

"No, our Lin family has been blacksmiths for generations. If Xiaorou weren't a girl, she would have inherited this skill too."

The blacksmith shook his head with regret, but Lin Xiaorou was frantically winking at Liu Kai.

It sounded like a threat, yet also like a plea, meaning he should stop talking.

Liu Kai pretended not to see it and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is..."

"I think I heard Teacher Lin say before that her father was a retired deputy director-level civil servant... Well, maybe I misheard."

He certainly hadn't misheard; that's what Lin Xiaorou usually said.

Her "connected" background, coupled with her striking looks and charisma, attracted numerous admirers.

Upon hearing this, the blacksmith glanced at Lin Xiaorou with a complicated expression. Of course, he knew what kind of person his daughter was.

He chuckled to himself, "Heh, I, Old Lin, have spent my whole life forging iron, I'm not some kind of civil servant."

Liu Kai felt a little better, but not completely relieved.

A blood feud cannot be forgiven with a few sarcastic remarks.

Blood must be drawn!

But now is not the time.

He sneered inwardly and ignored Lin Xiaorou, who walked out with a flushed face.

He placed the 10-pound spring steel on the stone platform next to him.

"Mr. Lin, your craftsmanship and reputation are well-known throughout the surrounding area. I would like to trouble you to make two knives for me."

It's clear that the boss is very passionate about forging.

When it came to professional matters, he clearly forgot about the unpleasantness from earlier and stared intently at the piece of spring steel.

"Xiao Liu, are you planning to get a few kitchen knives made?"

Liu Kai shook his head slightly, took out his phone, and lowered his voice mysteriously: "It's not a kitchen knife, it's a cleaver."

After saying that, he handed over his phone, which had been holding up a picture, which turned out to be the broadsword that his ancestors used to cut down Japanese devils!