A dimly lit room.

A silver ingot, thrown into the scorching furnace, sparks rose in all directions, and was instantly burned by reddish coals.

The focused blacksmith didn't even lift his head, but concentrated on the hammer, and the hot sparks stained him, and the hot sweat drenched him, but he didn't seem to feel anything at all. His eyes were only on the hammer in his hand, which struck only a piece of fiery iron.

The sound of striking iron was heard from under the hammer to the door, and from the door to the street. Even if you stand far away and in a lively place, you can hear the sonorous sound of striking iron.

"I'm going to fight a good sword. "A well-dressed man was sitting in front of the blacksmith, and at his feet lay a wooden box containing a lot of white silver.

The young man pulling the bellows glanced up at the man, lowered his head again, and said with a smile: "What kind of good sword are you going to have?"

The man narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly, "A good sword that can kill." ”

The young man raised his head again and glanced at the man, and laughed loudly: "Can you kill someone, even if you can count it as a good sword?"

The man continued to laugh loudly, "At least a good sword can kill." ”

"I don't know you, but I know that what you say must have a point. The young man turned his gaze back again, looked at the fiery fire, and said slowly: "If it is a sword that cannot kill, at least it is not a qualified weapon." ”

The man snorted and said, "You can build such a weapon?"

The young man hesitated: "Yes, of course, but it's just ......"

The man hurriedly said, "But what?"

The young man looked at the man striking iron, sighed, shook his head, and said, "It's nothing. ”

The man didn't care what the young man wanted to say and stop, he only cared about what he wanted to do. Turning around and sitting down at the table, the man glanced at the kettle on the table and smiled, "When can I get what I want?"

The young man shook his head and said helplessly: "It's not difficult to build a good sword, the difficulty lies in ......."

The man interrupted him, pointed at the man with the sledgehammer, and said aloud, "Your master has no weapons that he can't make. ”

The young man was stunned, obviously not expecting this man to suddenly rob him. Then, the young man followed the man's hand, secretly glanced at the man, thought for a moment, and the young man said slowly and inscrutablely: "It is still not good to have a master who can strike iron, because it still needs ......."

The man interrupted the young man again and said aloud, "Your master has a rare piece of high-grade cold iron. ”

The young man stared at the man incredulously, so surprised that he couldn't speak, and after a while, he asked with a flash in his eyes, "How do you know that my master has a piece of high-grade cold iron in his hand?"

The man snorted triumphantly, but did not answer.

The young man pursed his lips and thought for a while, but he didn't ask any more questions, because he knew that this person was not an ordinary person, and since he had already come to the door, he naturally knew their ability. Blinking, the young man smiled again and said, "It's not enough to have an iron master and a high-grade cold iron. ”

The man's eyes were half-narrowed, and this time he didn't smile again, because he was already displeased with this young man's repeated troubles, only to see that his face had gradually lost color, and he suddenly grew up, pointed at the young man's nose, and said with a cold face: "Then what else do you need?"

Although the man's appearance is not fierce and fierce, his gestures reveal the strength of the Jianghu people.

However, the young man was not frightened by the man's change of face, but smiled calmly, pointed to the stove and smiled: "Can't you see? To build a weapon, you need not only iron and blacksmiths, but of course charcoal, charcoal for fire." If you don't have enough charcoal, how can you make a weapon?"

After hearing this, the man laughed loudly again: "Isn't there still a shortage of charcoal here?"

In an ironsmith's shop, of course, there is still no shortage of charcoal.

The young man shook his head and smiled: "There is no shortage of black charcoal, but the charcoal used by my master to fight weapons is not ordinary black charcoal. ”

The man's gaze moved to the blacksmith who was striking iron and didn't say half a word, and was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "So, what charcoal does your master need to use to make iron?"

The young man smiled: "Silver charcoal." ”

"It's simple. When the man heard this, he actually picked up the box of silver at his feet, and without thinking about it, he lifted it up directly, and poured the silver into the fiery furnace with a bang.

It was a whole box of silver, a hundred taels in it, and it was poured into the furnace.

For a person who has no money, of course it can't be done, and for a rich person, it may not be possible, but for a person who is too rich, it can really be done without even blinking an eye.

The heavy silver ingots nearly extinguished the fire in the furnace.

The spark burst out of the fire and flew up the room.

The man didn't feel a little pity, he didn't feel a little distressed, as if what was poured into the stove was the charcoal used to burn the fire. Putting down the empty box in his hand, the man looked coldly at the iron man who had never looked at him from beginning to end, and laughed loudly: "Is this silver charcoal enough?"

The man who was striking iron did not answer the question, he did not look at the man, nor did he say a word to the man, he was always like a wooden man who could only beat iron with a hammer, and his ears, eyes, and mouth seemed useless.

The young man is different, he likes to talk and laugh. He looked at the silver in the stove and grinned, "It's enough for a day." ”

The man squinted his eyes and sneered, "Then how long will it take for you to hit the weapon I want?"

The young man added, "It depends on what kind of weapons you need." ”

The man said coldly: "I have already said that it is a good sword that can kill. ”

The young man thought for a moment and gestured, "If you have a sword, it will take at least seven days. ”

This means that to make a sword, you need at least seven days of "silver charcoal", that is, at least seven hundred taels of silver.

If you were an ordinary person, you would be incredible. However, the man did not show the slightest displeasure, but clapped his hands very happily and said loudly: "Okay, I will give you seven days of silver charcoal, and after I get the things, I will pay another hundred taels." ”

Rich people just don't talk like ordinary people.

The young man looked at the man and smiled politely: "Then please ask the distinguished guest to take the sword in seven days." ”

After the man walked out of the door, the young man sighed, looked at the rekindled fire, and said, "He really deserves to be the richest man." ”