"Good stuff, tell me the price." Zhao Lin said.

Shopkeeper Wang said with a smile, "Eight hundred taels of silver, no bargaining."

"Too expensive." Zhao Lin asked, "How many of these do you have?"

Shopkeeper Wang said, "This is the only set."

Zhao Lin pondered for a moment. The thing was good and could bring great security to Wang Ziyao, but eight hundred taels was too expensive and not worth the price.

Zhao Lin said, "One price, three hundred taels."

Shopkeeper Wang smiled and shook his head, "Sir, you're joking. Even the generals in the army don't have such fine armor. Three hundred taels is too little. To put it bluntly, if those generals knew we had armor like this, even if we asked for a thousand taels, there would be many people who would buy it."

Zhao Lin sneered, "But you definitely won't survive to get the money."

In fact, everyone above knew that the blacksmith shop was buying and selling weapons and armor, but they just turned a blind eye and no one was willing to intervene.

It doesn’t matter how many people can open a store.

But no one cares, and it's definitely not okay for you to be so arrogant and talk about it everywhere.

Shopkeeper Wang chuckled dryly and said, "Sir, give me a fair price. If it suits you, you can take it."

Zhao Lin said, "Three hundred taels, plus what you just paid, that's four hundred taels. If you agree, I'll pay you right away. If you don't agree, I'll turn around and leave. Eight hundred taels for a set of armor, are you taking me for a fool?"

Although Shopkeeper Wang didn't know what Kaizi meant, he knew it wasn't a good thing and looked embarrassed. "Three hundred is really too little. So, let's both compromise and ask for five hundred taels. To be honest, a young man has already taken a fancy to it and offered one thousand taels. If he wasn't so poor and couldn't come up with that much right away, I definitely wouldn't sell it to you."