After entering the inner room, he saw Xue Liang holding an iron handle on the ground tightly. He exerted force and lifted it up, and it opened up, revealing a deep hole with a wooden ladder attached. He walked directly down.

Soon, Zhang Mu also went down to the basement along the wooden ladder. An incandescent lamp was swaying with the wind, flashing blindingly. It took Zhang Mu a long time before he could barely open his eyes.

The place is not big and you can see everything at a glance. In the middle, there is a workbench that occupies most of the basement, with various semi-finished products and tools placed in a messy manner.

Zhang Mu glanced upwards again and found that the walls were covered with knives of various lengths and styles.

Secretly shocked, Zhang Mu took another look inside. In the deepest corner, there were bags of rice and other food piled up.

My goodness, it turns out that he relied on these to get through the initial and most difficult period. Many people did not dare to go out and starved to death at home due to lack of food.

Seeing Zhang Mu's surprised look, Xue Liang's lips also showed a hint of confidence. Here, he seemed to be the biggest king, and the remaining decadence seemed to be swept away. He smiled and said, "Little brother Zhang, which knife do you like?

Because it is not custom made, it may be a little uncomfortable to use, but since you are not a professional knife player, it doesn’t matter.”

After taking a quick look around and not finding anything he liked, Zhang Mu finally set his sights on a long sword hanging in the corner.

The blade is thin and narrow, with an angular tip, and most importantly, it is long enough, a full 1.2 meters in length, and the edge of the blade flashes with a restrained cold light.

Zhang Mu was really happier and happier. He pointed with his finger and said, unable to contain himself, "I want that extended Tang sword."

Unexpectedly, Xue Liang showed a trace of embarrassment, "Little Brother Zhang, you have a really good eye. The material of that Tang sword is among the best among these finished products.

However, it is someone else

It's specially customized, otherwise it wouldn't be twenty centimeters longer. Also, I've sharpened the blade based on the knife-using habits that person provided, so it's definitely not suitable for you.

It's not that Xue doesn't want to sell it to you. This knife has been in this basement for half a year. The man paid a deposit of 2,000 yuan and never came back. It's long past the agreed time, so I put it in the corner.

But really, listen to Xue's advice, it will be uncomfortable for you to use such a long blade, little brother."

Zhang Mu was somewhat moved by Xue Liang's sincerity, but waved his hand nonchalantly, "Since that person has breached the contract, it would be better to sell it to me. Besides, buying it saves me the time of sharpening the blade."

Xue Liang was a little confused as to what was in the mind of this young man whom he had just met. From his conversation, it could be seen that he was not unfamiliar with knives, but why didn't he even know the most basic common sense?

"Brother Zhang, you should think about it again."

"Don't think about it. Boss Xue, how much is this knife? Just name a price and I'll take it."

Seeing that Zhang Mu was still so insistent, Xue Liang really couldn't persuade him, so he had to say, "This knife is equivalent to someone else's returned one. We are also compatible. If brother Zhang really likes it, the deposit paid by that person will be considered as yours. Two thousand five hundred, you can take it."

Two thousand five, this price is very reasonable. If it weren’t for so many coincidences, I really wouldn’t be able to get it at this price.

Zhang Mu was thankful for his luck once again. The three thousand yuan he almost got was not enough. He secretly thanked the sucker who paid the deposit for him.

Even though he had the instinct of a businessman, Zhang Mu did not bargain any further, because he knew that in some situations, bargaining would be excessive. What if he bargained subconsciously for the sake of momentary pleasure, not only would it destroy the relationship he had just established, but there was also the possibility that this straightforward and generous person would lose his temper and not sell the product.

Zhang Mu then neatly counted out twenty-five red bills and handed them directly to Xue Liang.

"Okay, that's great, little brother, you try it first

"Try the knife, I'll go up and make you an invoice. What kind do you want? Office supplies or stationery, either is fine."

Zhang Mu smiled, waved his hand and said, "No, no need to open it."

Then he quickly walked to the wall, reached out and took off the Tang sword, and held it in his hand.

Gently stroking the blade, this cold feeling was the first time he felt a sense of security since his return.

"Since you don't need an invoice, I'll give you one hundred."

Xue Liang looked at him strangely and handed him back a hundred-dollar bill.

Zhang Mu was not being pretentious. He just took it because he was in need of money.

When he wanted to take a closer look at the knife, Zhang Mu accidentally caught a glimpse of the clock hanging on the wall. His brows furrowed, and he directly inserted the knife into the sheath handed to him by Xue Liang and held it in his hand.

"Boss Xue, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After saying goodbye, Zhang Mu hurriedly climbed up the ladder and ran out of the shop.

Before Xue Liang could react, Zhang Mu had already disappeared. This burly man was also encountering such a thing for the first time. He stood there in a daze, muttering to himself, "This little brother Zhang is really a little different."

After running out of the alley where the weapon workshop was located, Zhang Mu ignored everyone's surprised looks and ran all the way with a long knife in his hand, and rushed into a large second-hand market not far away.

This flea market is very famous among the lower-class people in Luoyang.

Although the goods you bought may have been bought from unknown sources, they are generally genuine and most importantly, cheap. Zhang Mu searched his pockets, but he only had 600 yuan left, so he had to spend it carefully.

Zhang Mu still has a vivid memory of this place, because although many people look down on it now, in later generations, because the market is stocked with various practical things and there are several grain stores hidden in it, after the early days of the apocalypse, it was discovered and instantly became a big piece of fat meat coveted by all the forces in Luoyang City.

(End of this chapter)