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Chapter 311 Jiang Lao, should we put on the clothes first?(1/2)

The little episode of the fishing gear store did not delay Cheng Qianmo's time too much.

After the two had a brief conversation for a moment, Zhou He personally sent Cheng Qianmo out of the store.

He looked at the young man's departure and sighed at his luck.

If it weren't for Cheng Qianmo being a novice, he would have helped him.

I am afraid I can't escape this disaster today.

Zhou He saved himself today because of his kind actions half a year ago.

More than ten minutes later, Cheng Qianmo walked into the blacksmith shop in the Novice Village.

The popularity here is still the same as before, not too popular.

Now there are only a few newcomers in the store.

And when they saw the price of the items, they turned around and left in fear.

Today, Jiang Wenliang is not in the front hall, and is currently a clerk who is managing the shop.

The clerk didn't know Cheng Qianmo, and only saw that his level was as high as 32, so he ran out in a flash.

"My lord, do you want to buy equipment?"

The clerk was not sure about Cheng Qianmo's purpose, so he could only ask very respectfully.

Cheng Qianmo waved his hand, then smiled and said, "Your boss, is Mr. Jiang here?"

When the clerk heard this, he frowned slightly.

He could work in a blacksmith shop, so he naturally knew Jiang Wenliang's background.

It is precisely because of this that even if the blacksmith shop has no business, he is not worried about going bankrupt.

After all, some experts come to ask Mr. Jiang for his work every now and then, and the gifts they have in their hands are priceless.

Mr. Jiang ordered that he would not see anyone you were without enough sincerity.

Although Cheng Qianmo's level is not low, he still needs to abide by Mr. Jiang's rules.

Therefore, the clerk said with some embarrassment: "This adult, Mr. Jiang is forging in the back hall."

"But he set the rules."

"The guest must give enough sincerity before he is willing to meet."

When Cheng Qianmo heard this, a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face.

"This old guy is still on the ground and has a price."

"You just talk about sincerity and don't set a standard, it's really a bad heart!"

In fact, this is not the fault of Jiang Wenliang for starting the price.

Because since he learned forging technology with Cheng Qianmo, his technology has made rapid progress in the next six months, and even vaguely touched the threshold of a master-level forging technology.

So the equipment he created from his hands has become more excellent.

A hermit master like him will naturally be crazyly sought after by everyone.

Therefore, in the following days, more and more awakened people came to ask for help.

Jiang Wenliang was obsessed with improving forging technology and could only come up with this worst.

If the guest did not bring out something worthy of his heart, he would disappear.

This will not only allow him to gain enough benefits, but also greatly reduce the wasted time.

However, Cheng Qianmo didn't know this. He thought for a while, then took out a scroll.

"You can just hand over this thing to Mr. Jiang."

The clerk took the scroll and found that the edges of the paper were wrinkled, and even the bound rope was faded, which was obvious that it was not a good thing.

He felt that he had made it very clear just now.

If you want to meet Mr. Jiang, you must show "enough" sincerity.

The usual guests either took out a lot of gold coins or took out a lot of precious materials.

But with such a standard, the proportion of people who can meet Mr. Jiang is less than 10%.

In the opinion of the clerk, Cheng Qianmo should be a poor boy who came to try his luck.

So his attitude became much colder.

"Hold on."

Cheng Qianmo didn't care about the change in the attitude of the clerk, but stood in the hall with his hands behind his back.

While the clerk was going to the backstage, he looked around.

"It seems that this guy has made great progress!"

Cheng Qianmo's vision was so vicious that he could judge Jiang Wenliang's progress based on the equipment placed in the store alone.

It is obvious that after receiving his new ideas, Jiang Guangliang embarked on a brand new path.

Within the past six months, he has gradually opened up a gap with blacksmiths of the same level.

Not long after, the clerk arrived at the back hall.

At this time, Jiang Wenliang was sweating profusely creating the latest equipment.

clang!

clang!

clang!

The hammer hits the iron felt, making a regular sound.

At the same time, due to the high temperature in the house, Jiang Wenliang was already wet.

But he did not show any fatigue, and he still stared at the iron embryo in his hand with all his concentration.

"Old Jiang, someone outside wants to see you again." The clerk said with a respectful look on his face.

Jiang Wenliang seemed to have not heard it, and still hit the iron felt one by one.

"What's the matter here again?"

"My time is very precious. These people run towards me day by day, and it's really annoying to run to me if you have nothing to do."

When Jiang Wenliang said this, his face obviously had an impatient look on his face.

As he said, as his fame grew, more and more people came to him to build equipment.

He is going to attack the Grand Master forging master, so he is very irritable.

"This man didn't bring any valuables."

"He only took out one scroll and it looked ragged."

"How about I'll drive him away for you."

The clerk knew that Mr. Jiang was in a bad mood now.

He has always been smart, but now he has taken the initiative to drive Cheng Qianmo away.

However, Jiang Wenliang was stunned after hearing this.

"reel?"

After Jiang Wenliang heard the word "scroll", an idea appeared in his mind.

The next second, when he turned to look at the clerk's hand, he immediately showed ecstasy.

Even because he was too excited, the hammer in his hand hit the ground hard.

Suddenly, a loud noise came.

The hammer cracked the tiles on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Wenliang took a towel and wiped his black hands.

"Give me the stuff."

Jiang Wenliang stared at the scroll in the clerk's hand with a long look on his face, and then snatched it over.

The clerk was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him.

He has been working in the blacksmith shop in the novice village for half a year and has met many noble customers.

But he had never seen him before, and Mr. Jiang would look forward to a gift so much.

Mr. Jiang had just wiped his hands clean before coming over to get the scroll.

This is obviously respect for the scroll.

Who is Mr. Jiang?

He is one of the top blacksmiths in the Xia Kingdom.
To be continued...
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