Chapter 421: Three young master's cheap

The first thing Zhao Guanren does when he goes out is to buy outfits. There is

no feeling of * tossing around. It's like running naked on the main road.

It's a pity that there are no tight * in this era. You can only buy shorts

and panties. Boots and cloth socks are also necessary. , I wanted to buy

cowhide boots but couldn't afford it.

"Master! You are truly a talent..."

Yuniang bit her red lips and stared her eyes, she only saw Zhao Guanren in a

dark-patterned gown, with a black belt tied around her waist, and the Zhuangzi

hat was replaced with a black Confucian scarf to pretend to be a cultural

person. Short hair is also easy to explain. I only said that my hair was

burned by the fire.

"Go! Take a stroll..."

Zhao Guanren also bought a new dress and apron for Yuniang, and shook her

white paper fan to pretend to be. The two of them walked around and bought a

lot of food and drink. Yuniang was also very satisfied, and she was just like

a Chinese New Year. Just as happy.

"Yuniang! You are waiting for me outside, I will buy a pack of cigarettes..."

Zhao Guanren shook the paper fan and came to the center of the county town.

The oil fire of the Bian family spread out at the most conspicuous

intersection. Next door was their sword shop and tea shop.

Along the street, there are mostly shops on the second floor of the gate face,

but there is a larger luxury gate face on the opposite side. It is the

Bailutang sword shop and tea house of the Xie family. The degree of lavishness

is definitely far more than that of the Bian family.

"Guest! May I ask what you want to order..."

As soon as Zhao Guanren walked into the oil fire shop, the shop assistant

greeted him enthusiastically, but he almost thought he had joined the supply

and marketing agency, because he not only saw cigarette matches and lighters,

but also saw a glass counter and a large piece of glass. mirror.

"Let me consider……"

Zhao Guanren walked to the counter. The glass production process was very

poor, and the goods were distorted inside. There was no large plate glass. The

largest one was only two pieces of A4 paper, separated by wooden shelves, but

the glass was already very good. Forked.

‘Nima! There are pressurized kerosene lamps for windproof, and the level is

very high...’

Zhao Guanren browsed the counter with his hands behind his back. Cigarettes,

matches, kerosene, candles and kerosene lamps were all displayed. The kerosene

lighter was also displayed separately, cushioned with red silk. There were as

many as twenty styles, and there were even pure gold treasures of the town. ,

But the cheapest one costs eight taels of silver.

"Bring me two packs of each cigarette..."

Zhao Guanren took out the broken silver and threw it on the counter. Xiaoer

gave him six packs of cigarettes. The cigarettes were all wrapped in greased

paper. The front and back sides of Hongtashan and Hongmei were all pasted with

a layer of hard paper, but The cheap Daqianmen only wrote a few words.

"Uh~ don't you have a cigarette butt..."

Zhao Guanren opened it and looked dumbfounded. There is no filter for

cigarettes, but Xiao Er actually held out a large box of cigarette holders,

including jade, nanmu, and horns. He smiled and said: "Guest! Jade's identity,

horns The price is high, which one do you want?"

'Depend on! The price-performance ratio has come out, and I ate him if he

wasn't the traveler...’

Zhao Guanren yelled inwardly. Because of his shyness in the bag, he had to

choose a horn cigarette holder. There was a copper ring on the cigarette

holder. The cigarette would not fall when it was stuffed into it, but his old

cigarette gun lighted one. After that, he almost died on the spot.

"I'm going! It's so exciting..."

Zhao Guanren felt that he was on his head in an instant. The strength of this

Hongtashan root is comparable to three consecutive roots, and it does not have

any flavor. It is relatively mellow. When he replaced it with a fifty-dollar

mid-range red plum, he found that this taste was more suitable for him. .

"Master..."

Suddenly, Yu Niang ran in crying, she was gone, she pointed to the outside and

cried and said, "The aunt of the Bian family said that I stole their money and

stole all the things you just bought and beat them. Slap me a few times, woo~"

"Fuck! Lao Tzu hasn't gone to find them yet, they are here..."

Zhao Guanren walked out aggressively. Several maids were following a young

woman, holding the things they just bought, standing in front of the Bian's

sword shop and talking to the shopkeeper. Seeing the shopkeeper's respectful

attitude, the young woman should be a small manager.

"Yo~ I'm looking for your Patriarch to support me, but it's reasonable for you

to steal the money..."

The young woman looked at Zhao Guanren dismissively. Yu Niang was crying and

crying behind him, and there were naturally a large group of brawny men in the

sword shop. Zhao Guanren's trouble would definitely not be fruitful.

"Little lady! Can you be the lord..."

Zhao Guanren smiled and said: "People of us who have read books are not as

knowledgeable as shrews, but I am going to discuss a big deal with your Bian

family today. If you can say something on behalf of Bian Xianglan, I will

immediately turn around. people!"

"Young Master Zhang San..."

The young woman sneered: "Lantai County is just such a big place. Who doesn't

know the situation in your home? Don't swell your face and fill your fat man

here. If you can afford ten Xuanzi knives today, I Let's call the shots for

our eldest lady, and only charge you 80%!"

"Okay! This is what you said, 20% off, right..."

Zhao Guanren walked into the sword shop with his hands behind his back, and

the shopkeeper immediately greeted him with a smile. Every fool knows that a

20% discount can also make a lot of money, and the servants of the Merchant's

House are also very shrewd.

The Xuanzi sword is the best sword that a commoner can have, and the last one

costs more than twenty taels of silver, which is equivalent to the income of

most common people for a whole year, but not everyone can afford it.

"How much is this sword..."

Zhao Guanren walked to the knife stand in the middle, took a white-sheathed

sword, and pulled it out to see that it was a good sword of the Xuan-level A

class.

"The son!"

The shopkeeper walked over, clasped his fists and smiled: "Your eyes are

really high. This white jade mysterious sword cuts iron like mud and does not

invade water vapor, but it only needs fifty taels of silver pattern. It is

really a good product for home defense. !"

"When~"

Zhao Guanren proficiently flicked the sword body and shook his head and said:

"A-class end-of-life, it is not worthy of the name, but this scabbard is well-

made, so let's do it! I only buy scabbards, five hundred pairs, how much?"

"Ah? What do you only buy scabbards for..."

"You don't care what I do, I can't burn firewood when I go home..."

Zhao Guanren looked at him angrily, the shopkeeper broke his fingers and

forgot, and said: "This python skin scabbard is our unique craft. If you

didn't buy so much at one go, I would definitely not sell it cheaply. Give

fifteen taels!"

"Oh~ I forgot the hilt, what if I add five hundred hilts..."

Zhao Guanren flicked the hilt in his hand again, and the shopkeeper frowned

and said, "You're not looking for me to be happy, son. How can this sword be

sold apart. If you really want to buy it, the scabbard and the hilt are 500

pairs, twenty-five. Two pairs, a total of twelve thousand five hundred taels!"

"Hahaha……"

The young woman and the maids laughed, and the young woman sarcastically said:

"What kind of big garlic? Are you someone who can take out ten thousand taels?

I don't think you can take out five hundred taels!"

"Come on! Fathers and villagers, everyone come to give me a testimony..."

Zhao Guanren walked to the steps outside the door and yelled for a while.

After the crowd of people eating melons gathered around, Zhao Guanren raised

the sword and said loudly, "The treasurer of the Bian family said, this

profound armor sword is fifty-two each, and it’s a 20% discount. Sell it

cheaply to me, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes! What's wrong..."

The shopkeeper found something wrong, but he couldn't think of what was wrong,

but Zhao Guanren said again: "I want to buy five hundred pairs of scabbards

and hilts of this kind. How much did you just say for a pair?"

"Twenty-five taels, but the price can still be negotiated..."

The shopkeeper thought he thought the price was high, but Zhao Guanren laughed

and said, "No! I think the price is fair, but minus the scabbard and hilt, the

blade is worth twenty-five and two, and a 20% discount is two. Twelve one, I

want five hundred, and I don’t want the sheath handle!"

"you……"

The shopkeeper suddenly rounded his eyes and looked at the five fingers raised

by Zhao Guanren, almost not a bit of old blood spurted out.

"Why?"

Zhao Guanren ridiculed: "I made a five-hundred-handle sword body. Can't I go

back and equip it with a sheath and handle? You have a clear writing on this

guise. Customize swords of various sizes. Don't you think Bian's reputation is

in full view. Do you want to cheat too?"

"Old Gao! How much is this sword..."

The young woman hurriedly pulled the shopkeeper aside, and said eagerly: "The

money is more than 20 taels. If we add in the wages, we still have to pay for

the five hundred handles. This traitor is really abominable. He is clearly

blackmailing! "

"Don't worry! I don't think he can get the money..."

The young woman patted him calmly, walked back to the door and smiled: "The

son is joking. The Bian family's most important thing is credibility. We have

always spit on one nail. Don't say ten thousand taels of silver, not even one

hundred thousand taels. Shameless, please pay for it, my son, and accept the

remittance of ten thousand tael!"

"Wait! I'm going to the bank, no! I'm going to get the money..."

Zhao Guanren took out a large front door from his sleeve and scattered it to

the onlookers with a smile. Then, under the shocked gaze of the young woman,

he swaggered into the Xie Family Sword Shop, muttered to the bustling

shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper flew immediately. Laugh heartily.

"No! This little thief, this little thief..."

The young woman pointed at Zhao Guanren and her eyes were red, and soon she

saw Zhao Guanren pushing a wheelbarrow out with two boxes of heavy silver on

it, pushing it to the young woman and laughing: "The shopkeeper! The silver

has been pushed for you, five hundred handles. Where is the Xuanjia Sword?"

"You, you, you, shameless..."

The young woman yelled in anger, and the shopkeeper's face was green, which

was uglier than a dead mother.

"Come and see..."

The guys from the Xie family yelled at the opposite side: "The Bian's shop is

shameless, and the Bian's is shameless. Everyone is coming to see it!"

"Bah~ a faithless person! Back in the face! What is it..."

The melon-eating crowds who took the cigarettes also spurned, but a carriage

stopped suddenly, and a heroic woman in a blue skirt shot out of the car. She

leaped up the steps with a blue sheath long sword and said loudly, "Who said

We are going to make a mistake, Lao Gao! Pay it!"

"Hehe~ Miss Bian! I almost didn't recognize it, Xiaosheng is polite..."

Zhao Guanren smiled and hugged his fists. He almost didn't recognize Bian

Xianglan when she put on her clothes, but she was dressed more like a heroine

than a female boss in charge of the business.

"Don't blame the son..."

Bian Xianglan is also quite a city mansion, and smiled: "The servant doesn't

understand etiquette and disturbed the son. Please come with me to have a cup

of tea next door. Xianglan personally apologizes for you, and the sword will

definitely be served!"

"It's fine! Just admit it..."

Zhao Guanren bowed his hands to the people eating melons, and took Yuniang

into the tea shop next door.

"You are waiting outside..."

Bian Xianglan took a cold look at Yu Niang, and directly led Zhao Guanren into

the back hall. Who knew he heard a "swish", and a long sword was placed on his

neck.

"Do you really think I dare not kill you..."

Bian Xianglan stared at Zhao Guanren fiercely, without moving the sword

firmly.

"Dare! What do you dare not do, Old Four Bian..."

Zhao Guanren smiled nonchalantly: "Yesterday he said that he would let me go,

but he sent someone to ambush me again. You are such a rebellious little

bitch. If you don't give you some color, you really think I am muddled. You

should kill me quickly. Give me up, so that everyone knows that your Bian

family is a gangster shop!"

"you……"

Bian Xianglan raised the sword in anger and wanted to stab it, but the silver

teeth were crushed and couldn't stab it, but Zhao Guanren took out a small

bamboo tube, poured out a roll of drawing paper from it, and slowly laughed:

"Miss Bian! Please see how my painter is, is it beautiful?"

"You, you thief, I killed you..."