"There are so many, that's great, Fatty."

Looking at the wallet in his hand, Zhang Mu was a little stunned. There was actually only money in it, nearly three thousand yuan in cash, not a penny more or less.

Zhang Mu felt something was wrong. There was no ID or bank card in the wallet of a person. In addition, the bald fat man's nonchalant behavior just now made Zhang Mu frown.

The identity of this fat man is not simple.

But Zhang Mu didn't have time to think too much. Now he didn't have that much time to analyze what happened just now. Anyway, the money he needed was in hand, so he could start to plan the next step.

Under the dumbfounded gaze of passers-by, a ragged young man ran all the way in one direction. Those who didn't know would think he had robbed something and was running away. It's not that Zhang Mu was reluctant to take a taxi, but with his current outfit, there were really few drivers willing to take him.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Mu ran into a small alley, half bent over, holding his knees with both hands, and gasping for air. Although he had a good physical foundation before and was still a young man, he was still a little exhausted after all, running at full speed.

Zhang Mu slowed down, raised his head and looked carefully at the sign of the store in front of him.

Equipment workshop.

That’s right, it should be here.

Fortunately, this store was very famous in later generations. Whenever the businessmen familiar with him talked about Luoyang City, they would always mention it and the man who was later known as the King of Soldiers. This made Zhang Mu remember that there was such a powerful figure in his hometown.

Zhang Mu adjusted his breathing and straightened his messy hair and clothes. He was about to face the legendary figure. Even if Zhang Mu was very brave, he was still a little nervous.

Stepping onto the somewhat old wooden threshold, Zhang Mu couldn't help but take a closer look inside out of curiosity and yearning.

There was a desk with a few account books and a leftover lunch placed on it. There were also a few empty beer bottles scattered on the floor. The shop was completely empty, and there was not a single weapon. This was far from the legendary and prestigious weapon shop, and Zhang Mu was a little disappointed.

Seeing that there was no one inside, Zhang Mu walked a few more steps and saw a small door with a light blue curtain hanging against the wall. He thought that the person should be in the inner room, so he walked towards the door.

Someone shouted from the direction of the house.

"Hey, is the boss there?"

Probably because he heard Zhang Mu's voice. After a rustling sound in the inner room, several heavy footsteps were heard, and a strong, dark right hand suddenly lifted the curtain.

What a tall and burly middle-aged man, half a head taller than Zhang Mu, with muscular body, a pair of eyes staring at Zhang Mu, giving people a feeling that they don't want to look directly into his eyes. But a closer look shows that the stubble seems to have not been shaved for a long time, and the whole person exudes an inexplicable decadent atmosphere.

The middle-aged shop owner looked Zhang Mu up and down. Seeing his miserable appearance, his eyes, which had been bright at first, dimmed a little, but it was not obvious. He said in a deep voice, "Little brother, what's the matter?"

Zhang Mu still caught the subtle change in the middle-aged shop owner's eyes, but he didn't take it to heart. With his current appearance, it was already very difficult for others not to treat him as a beggar and drive him out. He looked up at the shop owner, raised his eyebrows, smiled and said, "Boss, I'm here to buy a knife."

"Buying a knife?"

The middle-aged shop owner showed a playful look and looked at Zhang Mu quietly. He must have heard the unquestionable tone in Zhang Mu's voice, so he changed his attitude and began to look squarely at the young man in front of him, who looked a little embarrassed but was not afraid to look him in the eye.

"Since you are here to buy a knife, you are a customer. My name is Xue Liang, and I am the owner of this knife shop. I wonder what kind of knife you want to buy, little brother."

Hearing Boss Xue's question, Zhang Mu was not in a hurry to answer. Instead, he asked him the doubts that had been lingering in his mind since he entered the store.

"Boss Xue, how come there is no knife in your knife shop? I heard from a friend that you have good knives, and I'm in urgent need of them. Could it be that your business is so good that they've all been sold out?"

The owner surnamed Xue, who was originally very calm, was embarrassed after hearing this and smiled bitterly, "Little brother, you are joking. Nowadays, fewer and fewer people like to collect knives. Even some young people who want to hang knives in their rooms to show off their wealth now look down on my knives made with traditional craftsmanship. They basically order those exaggerated knives made by foreign machines online.

I won't hide it from you, my shop has not been open for a month, so I put all the knives that were originally displayed in the shop back in the basement.

This way, I don’t have to close the door when I go back to the inner room to rest, in case business comes.”

Zhang Mu was filled with emotion. This shop owner was not as domineering as Zhang Mu's later friends had said. Instead, he was very honest and friendly. When he saw the business coming to him, he did not brag about his own products but instead made fun of himself.

But it's not surprising. Those who can live long in later generations have experienced too much, so it's not surprising for their personality to change into another person. On the contrary, it's extremely rare for someone like Zhang Mu to struggle and make a living at the bottom of society and still maintain a hip-hop mentality from beginning to end.

Of course, Zhang Mu knew very well that there were genuine products made by foreign machines, but they were ridiculously expensive and out of his reach, and there were no channels. As for those with similar prices to handmade ones, they were basically just for the sake of good looks, and the proportions and lethality of the blades were far inferior to the handmade craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation.

When it comes to business, everyone supports each other.

Zhang Mu did not follow the owner's words and took the opportunity to bargain for a lower price. Instead, he smiled and replied, "Boss Xue, you are joking. I was also introduced by a friend. Your craftsmanship is naturally trustworthy.

Besides, handmade knives are practical and do not require high appearance. Although the lethality is not needed in this era, this rule has been passed down. At least for me personally, I admire the fact that this craft can be kept authentically. "

After listening to Zhang Mu's words, Boss Xue's eyes became brighter and brighter. Every word Zhang Mu said touched his heart, making him feel as if he had met a soulmate.

"Little brother, after hearing what you said, my mood inexplicably improved. Look how confused I am. I don't even know what your name is, little brother."

"My name is Zhang Mu, the Mu in Chi Mu."

"Zhang Mu, Zhang Mu, what a nice name."

Boss Xue muttered a few words, then laughed heartily, "Little Brother Zhang, I won't waste my words. I don't know what kind of cutting tools you want, ready-made or custom-made. If you want custom ones, I don't have an order on hand right now. It will probably only take three days for me to help you process the rough pieces."

After hearing this, Zhang Mu frowned a little, "Three days? I need it urgently and can't wait. So just sell me the finished product."

"Okay, then follow me."

(End of this chapter)