"What are you doing here?" a clear voice came from within. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It can be seen that the master has already learned about it as soon as he arrived.

"Master, there is a guest visiting today, and we have moved our weapons, and we propose to order them here, a thousand of each, do we want to take it?"

As soon as his voice fell, the door creaked open, and out came a young man dressed in blue silk satin and dark embroidery, and his warm face was not real.

The young man is none other than Yang Yichen.

"What is the identity of the person who came?" he frowned slightly, the blacksmith shop was an industry under his name, and he usually didn't go much, so he had been handed over to Assi and Abei to take care of.

Mainly engaged in iron pots, farm tools, some tables, chairs and benches and other necessary parts, although the profit is meager, but compared to other blacksmith shops, it is not bad.

Axi is a very talented person, no matter how complicated things are, as long as they are given to him, they can be completely rebuilt, as for Abei, he is more jumpy, let him hone there.

Those weapons were actually inspired by the spur of inspiration from reading books in his spare time, and he sketched them and handed them to Assi, who slowly built them.

Of course, Yang Yichen, as a designer, knows that the lethality of those things is not comparable to ordinary swords, so he never sells them to the outside world, but only places them in a room that is not used as a collection.

Over time, there were a variety of weapons accumulated there, and Ah Bei liked those strange-looking swords very much, cherished them like a child, and wiped them every day, so he found the abnormality for the first time.

"How does he know about our weapons here?" Yang Yichen didn't believe that if there was no news, someone would come over: "This business is not accepted!"

There are a total of 2,000 swords, not one or two, where will such a large number be used?

Whether it is the rivers and lakes or the imperial court, it is a big deal to buy so much secretly, if these weapons with unusual power fall into his hands, what kind of bloody storm will be set off?

Yang Yichen didn't dare to imagine it, so he immediately refused.

Ah Bei scratched his ears and cheeks urgently: "But master, the price is at your disposal, after the matter is completed, Xie Jin still has 10,000 taels, 10,000 taels, plus the profits in the weapon, how many years will we not have to worry about eating and drinking with this list?"

Thinking about the white silver, Ah Bei swallowed and foamed hard, what is the matter with the young master, such a good thing fell on his head and actually disagreed?

"No, I can't agree, I don't know the purpose of him asking for so many weapons, so he can't make them, and you should know that these quantities add up to privately made weapons, violating the law of Xiyue, and the crime is so heavy that you can directly ask for it. ”

What Yang Yichen said is not alarmist, this is all true.

In this era, there were requirements for the management of iron mines and the amount of raw iron owned by private blacksmiths, and there were so many raw materials that could not be obtained, and even if they were obtained, they could not be knowingly committed.

"Master, I know that I know, but let's come quietly and not let people find out?" Ah Bei tried to convince the young man in front of him.

Yang Yichen doesn't care about it, other things can be done, as for this matter, he would rather earn less money than do that kind of thing.

One carelessness can have unpredictable consequences.

"Okay, you go back, I won't agree, tell Assi, be sure to reject the other party, and don't say a word about the information that shouldn't be leaked. Yang Yichen's facial expression.

Ah Bei shrunk his neck, knowing that his master was angry, he didn't dare to say anything else, as when he came, he made sure that no one at the door left quietly.

The few tails that were flicked off when he came, you don't have to think about it to know who sent it, how could he possibly let the stalker follow?

After swaggering around the city, he returned to the blacksmith with two packets of pastries.

At this time, people came and went, and Axi had no time to rest, Abei shook his head slightly, signaled, and the tacit understanding he had cultivated made him understand that his master did not agree.

Therefore, no matter how many ideas he has in his heart, he cannot implement them, and everything is under the orders of his master.

On the second day, at the same time, a young man dressed in black as always, with cold and bloodthirsty eyes, appeared at the door of the blacksmith shop, his thin lips tight, without a slit.

A few meters around, the temperature in the air dropped sharply, and inexplicable passers-by got goosebumps on the ground, why was the day so warm and inexplicably cold?

Tighten your collar and walk back quickly, it seems that the spring is cold, and you still have to go home and add some clothes.

Blacksmith shop, for the re-arrival of the black-clothed boy, Axi is no different from yesterday: "This son, we are a small business, and we can't take your big order." ”

"Yes, I thought you had such skills, nestled in such a ......" The young man in black did not say the next words, but at this time silence was better than sound, and the expression of disdain was obvious.

"Ahem, we're going to sell some ordinary things here, and as for the things you want, don't mention the quantity, it's a big crime to kill your head! ”

In other words, don't embarrass me, childe.

But will the boy in black give up?

I didn't expect that there would be such a big gain from this trip to the north, how could I give up?

After so many years of forbearance, he has not been able to gain any benefits for himself, but more of an endless conspiracy.

As for this small county town, it is actually the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, which is really a surprise.

But is the muscular, dark-skinned, explosive man in front of him really a blacksmith in his speech and demeanor?

The young man in black quietly observed Axi's facial expressions, not letting go of any subtleties.

Obviously, Assi's breathing was obviously two beats faster than just now, the tea in the teacup in his hand rippled slightly, the tea leaves fluttered gently, and the corners of his eyes twitched imperceptibly quickly.

I know it in my heart, plus the people who were dumped yesterday......

Time seemed to have passed a century, and Assi's heartbeat couldn't help but increase, trying his best to control the amplitude of his heartbeat, but the sound of the thump was still clearly audible.

The young man's cold gaze made him break out in a cold sweat behind his back, and the breeze blew, a burst of coldness, just like the tension brought to him by the violent heartbeat.

The legs under the stone table were a little weak, and the young man's failure to speak was more nervous than speaking.

Time seems to stand still......

Finally, the young man in black raised his eyes, and his dark eyes slowly spoke.

Assi's heart clenched together......

"You can't be the master!" the young man in black was sure and confident.

The teacup in Assi's hand fell on the table with a crisp sound.

"You can't be the master!" the words echoed in his mind, how did he know, so the teacup fell in response to the sound at that moment.

He opened his mouth to retort that he could call the shots.

But......

Does the explanation work? Does it work? Doesn't his performance just speak for itself.