Standing at the door of the knife store, the fat man Peng Bai felt that those cold things were getting closer and closer to him.

"Little brother, do you want a kitchen knife? Look, the top-notch kitchen knife is very cheap, a thousand yuan per piece!" A middle-aged man in avant-garde walked over mysteriously and whispered to Peng Bai, who was lying on the window and drooling at the kitchen knife placed.

"What? One thousand yuan per piece? Is it cheap? Is your kitchen knife made of gold?" The fat man Peng Bai was shocked.

"Oh, little brother, is it more expensive to buy a thousand yuan per piece? Look at the price of those knives..." The middle-aged man found out that he was a naughty man, so he pointed to the window.

The fat man Peng Bai hurriedly approached and saw it, and was shocked. It turned out that the kitchen knife placed in the window was a kitchen knife, which should be said to be an artwork of diamonds inlaid with gold. Because the cheapest kitchen knife known to middle-aged people actually cost 2,400 yuan. Isn’t this a joke? A kitchen knife is more expensive than gold and diamonds.

"Your Majesty, is the world so upside down? Why is it so expensive to buy a knife? This broken copper and scrap iron is worth only a few dollars, and it is so expensive to sell it?" Liu Feng, the starving ghost, was no less surprised than the fat man Peng Bai.

The starving ghost Liu Feng has lived with the fat man Peng Bai for a long time and has a very good idea of ​​money. At least he knows that a bun is only one dollar, but no matter how expensive it is, it is only two dollars. Isn’t this a joke to use a thousand best buns to exchange for an incredible kitchen knife?

However, the fat man Peng Bai and the starving ghost Liu Feng knew that since the establishment of the World Alliance, any weapons classified as war can only be used for defense, and ordinary people are not allowed to hold them.

Since the last World Alliance President was assassinated at home with a kitchen knife, knives have been included in the ban, and like guns, they have become controlled objects. Generally, families have become small knives made of plastic, while special places such as restaurants and cooking schools must be licensed to buy and use kitchen knives.

As a result, the price of kitchen knives will naturally soar. Not to mention that the group of people can't afford kitchen knives now. However, because the price of plastic kitchen knives is low and the effect is good, the people gradually accepted it.

"Hey, boss, can this kitchen knife be sold cheaper?" Fatty Peng Bai quickly compromised.

If there is no kitchen knife, the skill of the knife will naturally be abandoned, and learning to eat carving will become an impossible thing. After all, it is hard for a good cook to cook without rice.

"Okay, I'll give you a little cheaper, what about 800 yuan? It can't be cheaper anymore. If you really want it, come with me to check out the goods..." The middle-aged man looked around and nodded.

There are always dark corners in the bustling city. The fat man Peng Bai followed the middle-aged man and walked around the alley for about half an hour. When he was about to dizzy, the middle-aged man stopped and stood in front of a house.

After the knock on the door with three shorts and one long, the closed red lacquer door opened.

On the way, the fat man Peng Bai guessed that the middle-aged man was going to take him to a blacksmith shop, but after entering the door, he found that there were some vases piled up on the ground, not blacksmith shop. In the corner were a pile of bones, some rusty copperware, and various pieces of ceramic rubble.

At this time, the fat man Peng Bai understood that it turned out that the middle-aged man was not a hawker selling smuggling kitchen knives, but a tomb robber. All the things in the house were trophys of tomb robbers.

"Come on, little fat man, you're cheap. You'll be fine. You can pick it for 800 yuan per kitchen knife! I'll pay for it after I've picked it. Today I'm generous and buy one free..." After the middle-aged man greeted his companions in the yard, he said to the fat man Peng Bai.

Tomb robbers are naturally very vigilant, and they usually do not bring strangers to the base. However, when the middle-aged man saw the fat man Peng Bai looking at the idiots in the knife shop windows, he put down his guard and thought of the piles of kitchen knives dug out of the dead graves.

The kitchen knife was dug out. I thought it was banned and I could sell it privately at a high price, but unfortunately the situation was wrong and not only could it not be sold, but I almost caught it.

Not only ordinary people don’t want it, but even scrap purchasing stations don’t want it. Because according to the law of the alliance, knives are recycled at fixed points.

Peng Bai was lucky. He just looked at the kitchen knife in the knife shop so idiotically and was taken here by middle-aged people. The kitchen knives piled on the ground were all famous ancient kitchen knives and generally had special functions.

"Hey, little fat man, the kitchen knife is there, you can pick it up by yourself, buy one free..." The middle-aged man pointed to a pile of scrap iron in the corner of the yard.

"Fengliu, you're so damn, you actually met the owner who sold the goods. It's so miserable..." The fat man Peng Bai walked helplessly to the scrap iron in the corner. While walking, he muttered to the starving ghost Liu Feng in a low voice.

The starving ghost Liu Feng did not speak, neither comforted nor ridiculed him, but floated to the sky above the pile of scrap iron in the corner, and turned around and waved desperately to the fat man Peng Bai.

"Fatty, come here, there are treasures here, hurry up and find them. The kitchen knife with a thick back, look for them..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, looked anxious, afraid that someone would rob them. In fact, except for him, everyone in the room thought it was a pile of scrap iron that was useless.

The fat man Peng Bai was a little scared. When he thought that these were dug out of the dead tomb, he had goose bumps all over his body. Not to mention looking for them, he didn't even want to touch them.

"Hey, A Cai, what are you looking for? Look for it quickly. There is a peerless knife here. If you find it, you will become rich..." Liu Feng, the starving ghost, looked at Peng Bai with a frightened look and shouted loudly.

"What? A good knife?" After hearing this, Peng Bai immediately went all his fear.

Having a good kitchen knife is like a swordsman who has a sword that cuts iron like mud, which is very important and necessary.

Dingbang! The fat man Peng Bai turned the scrap iron piece upside down in a short while, and finally found a knife full of copper rust from the bottom, with a thickness of five centimeters on the back. However, it didn't look like a knife, completely rusted and broken iron.

"Hey, Fengliu, is that the only one?" The fat man Peng Bai looked at the scrap iron that didn't even have the hilt in his hand, and looked confused.

"Well, yes, it's this kitchen knife." Liu Feng, a starving ghost, nodded affirmatively.

The kitchen knife held by the fat man Peng Bai was a circle larger than an ordinary kitchen knife, and the blade did not form a straight line but formed an arc. It was not like a kitchen knife that was not overturned like a meat cutter.

A good kitchen knife must be made of stainless steel, so it will not rust for hundreds of years. But the kitchen knife in my hand is rusty, and no one wants it even if it is sold to a scrap store! Not to mention 800 yuan, he doesn't want it even if it is given to the fat man Peng Bai. Whoever buys it is a fool, and this kind of thing cannot be done.

"Oh, is that all? Then don't want it..." Fatty Peng Bai threw the embroidered kitchen knife into the pile of scrap iron again.

"Hey, little fat man, have you chosen it? Hurry up and don't waste time. Just pick two and pay and leave..." The middle-aged man shouted at Peng Bai with a ferocious face. Isn't it just to buy a kitchen knife? Is it necessary to rummage through boxes and cabinets? The middle-aged man and his friends were a little suspicious.

The other party was a desperate person. The fat man Peng Bai understood in his heart, so he had to eat the coptis chinensis and did not dare to say much. He quickly picked up the kitchen knife he had just thrown down from the pile of scrap iron, grabbed another kitchen knife, took 800 yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

The money was just handed over to the middle-aged man and the person was kicked out. With a clang, the door was closed, making the fat man Peng Bai cursed.

"Damn it, Death Feng Liu, I bought two pieces of scrap iron for 800 yuan, but I was at my grandma's house..." The fat man Peng Bai looked at the starving ghost Liu Feng depressedly.

"I'm so fat, you're so bad. Don't talk much if you don't understand. The kitchen knife in your hand is very famous. When I was alive, others offered 50,000 taels of gold knife, but the owner was reluctant to sell it. Later, the knife disappeared, but I didn't expect it to be buried with you. You kid were lucky and took a bargain. You still cried here and called your parents. Isn't embarrassing..." Liu Feng, a starving ghost, sarcastic. It's not a sin to not recognize the goods. If you don't believe that he starved ghost, you're too guilty. It's no wonder that the starving ghost is so angry.
Chapter completed!