After buying Yi Qinglian what she wanted, Mu Hanyan sent her to her family's carriage, told her to go home and promised her to come and play with her tomorrow. After seeing Yi Qinglian off, Mu Hanyan took Han Jinglun to the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce. At this time, Mu Nan was probably still at the Chamber of Commerce, but Mu Hanyan didn't rush to see him. Instead, she started shopping in the market.
Mu Nan has already bought several adjacent houses. After the expansion, the Nanyan Chamber of Commerce has become larger and its area is more than three times larger than before.
The market built on the open space was even more lively. The number of vendors and customers coming from all over the country increased several times, and the quality of the goods was much higher. Even Mu Hanyan was secretly attracted by some of them.
So Mu Hanyan wanted to take a good look to see if she could find a suitable sword.
"Mr. Mu, do you want to choose a sword?" Seeing that Mu Hanyan lingered at the stall selling weapons most of the time, Han Jinglun asked speculatively.
"Well, it's a pity that they are all a little bit off." Mu Hanyan said somewhat disappointedly.
Along the way, she had seen many long swords, some of which were of good quality, but they were still inferior to the Hanxiao Sword and were not worthy of her attention.
"What do you think of this game?" Han Jinglun picked up a long sword and said to Mu Hanyan.
"Are you talking about this one?" Mu Hanyan was a little amused.
Other long swords at least have scabbards made of animal skin, but this one doesn't even have a scabbard. Its shape is solemn and majestic, and it is wider and slightly longer than ordinary long swords. It also has a sense of antiquity. However, the sword edge is dull and rusty, and it looks like it has never been sharpened.
What's the point of using a sword like this? Collect it as an antique?
Only someone like Han Jinglun, who has little cultivation, would be interested in such a long sword.
"Sir, you have good taste. I spent a lot of effort to excavate this sword from the ruins of an ancient battlefield. Look at the sword blade and the hilt, it is obviously the protective weapon of the ancient strongman. But with my eyesight, I really can't tell who made this sword, so I only sell it for ten thousand taels of silver." The vendor boasted as soon as he saw a customer coming.
Many of the vendors at the market were recent arrivals, having only heard of Mu Hanyan's name but never met her in person. If they knew the man before them was the legendary No. 1 playboy in Blackrock City, they probably wouldn't have dared to brag like that.
"Ten thousand taels of silver, so expensive." Mu Hanyan took a breath. Although with her current wealth, she didn't care about ten thousand taels of silver, but such a rusty and broken sword was sold for ten thousand taels. Did he really think it was an antique?
"Ten thousand taels is a bit expensive." Han Jinglun said as he put down the sword.
"How about eight thousand taels, eight thousand taels, this price is fair after all." The peddler seemed to be interested after hearing the meaning of Han Jinglun's words. He immediately perked up and took the initiative to lower the price by two thousand.
"It's too expensive," Mu Hanyan said. She thought even a thousand taels was too expensive, let alone eight thousand. Then, she walked towards another stall without any interest.
If Han Jinglun had turned and left now, the vendor probably wouldn't have said anything more. Although his words were somewhat exaggerated, the sword was indeed obtained from the ruins of an ancient battlefield. It wasn't excavated, but rather found on the edge of the ruins. He took a considerable risk to enter the ruins, so he was reluctant to sell it at such a low price.
However, Han Jinglun hesitated and seemed reluctant to leave, and it was obvious that he was moved.
"How about this, five thousand taels, no less." The merchant gritted his teeth and directly reduced the price by another three thousand taels, and had a huge sale.
He had had it for some time, thinking it would fetch a good price thanks to the ancient battlefield reference, but no one was interested. Finally, he found someone who was mildly interested. He couldn't understand why it was sold so cheaply, but five thousand taels seemed reasonable.
Is this still worth five thousand taels? Mu Hanyan curled her lips and didn't even want to pay attention to him, but Han Jinglun seemed very moved.
"Are you really willing to sell it for five thousand taels?" Han Jinglun asked, stroking the sword gently.
"If you really want to buy it, five thousand taels for such a sword is not cheap." Mu Hanyan was afraid that Han Jinglun would be deceived, so she couldn't help but remind him.
"This is a magic weapon left by an ancient powerful man. Five thousand taels is nothing. You won't suffer a loss, nor will you be cheated. You must give it five thousand taels, otherwise you will miss it forever." The merchant was afraid that the duck he had finally got would fly away, so he hurriedly said, and he wanted to stuff the sword to Han Jinglun and snatch the money from his arms.
Upon hearing this, not only Mu Hanyan, but even the vendors nearby burst out laughing.
"You can't afford to lose money or be cheated. Old Yuan, how long have you been putting this broken sword on display without selling it?" A vendor leaned over and said jokingly.
"Yeah, it's so hard to meet someone who knows what's good." Another person followed suit, and the word "know what's good" was obviously full of sarcasm.
"Yes, yes, this guest has good eyesight." Old Yuan felt a little embarrassed by what they said and said with a slightly red face.
Han Jinglun, however, acted as if he didn't hear what they said. He took out five thousand taels of silver and handed it over. Old Yuan was afraid that he would change his mind after hearing the teasing of the people around him, so he quickly took it.
Seeing Han Jinglun's actions, Mu Hanyan felt a little strange.
Logically speaking, he has been running the inn for decades and should be knowledgeable. Even if he doesn't know anything about the products, he should be able to hear the sarcasm in these people's words. Why is he still not hesitant and even seems a little impatient?
Thinking of Han Jinglun's likely unusual background, Mu Hanyan's heart moved, and she took a closer look at the longsword. Although the blade was dull and even rusty, a closer look revealed that the hilt and tsuba were extremely finely crafted, and the materials used were much more valuable than the blade.
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