wealthy doctor

When the uncle got up, Chen Shuai noticed that the seemingly sluggish uncle actually had solid muscles in his arms, and his lower body was also extremely stable.Only the body of an extremely experienced and capable blacksmith will show this state.

"I made it clear to this sissy at the time that you can buy any ready-made knives here. There are dozens of them, and there are more than 100. But if you want to customize it with me, it will be different."

The hotel owner sneered and said:

"It's not the same. I want to know what's the difference. The customized one means that you make a knife like these again? If you are more expensive, I can't accept it. You can get me tens of thousands of dollars. , didn’t you just eat the deposit on purpose? Scoundrel!”

In a lively market, once this kind of tearing up happens, it will instantly cause countless onlookers and stand in line.Soon, Chen Shuai figured out what Uncle Gongsun's reputation was among the masses.

"Stop messing with this rascal! Every day when you open a stall, you basically just sleep here in a daze. If this kind of attitude can also do a good job in business, then what are we hardworking people?"

"That's right, occupying such a good location and selling it for such a high price as a kitchen knife, I'm really crazy about money!"

Uncle Gongsun didn't feel angry at all when he heard these responsibilities. Instead, he looked at the quarrel in front of him cheerfully, shook his head helplessly, and said:

"Ah, the era of people repeating what others say..."

The uncle's eyes swept across the noisy crowd, and there was even a little sadness in his eyes.

"I'd like to know, among you people, how many of you have actually bought my Gongsun family's knife? How many of you have really experienced its texture? How many of you understand its true value? ?”

"You have nothing! You only blame!"

The uncle's sudden counterattack scared most of the onlookers to shut their mouths.Li Yan also looked at the hanging knife with complicated eyes that moved slightly with the uncle's emotions, and inadvertently, he and the uncle looked at each other.

The uncle recognized Li Yan, his eyes immediately became vigilant, and he said:

"Is that you? Are you with them?"

The uncle pointed at Chen Shuai and Wan Zicong, his eyes became unkind.Chen Shuai hurriedly explained:

"Uncle, don't worry, we don't have any other intentions today, we just came to order knives. It's not this kind of kitchen knife or sickle, what I want to order is..."

The uncle's expression changed suddenly, cloudy and sunny, and he began to close the stall quickly, moving his hands together.

"There is no such thing! There will never be such a thing! If you don't buy a kitchen knife or a sickle, then what are you doing here? Don't make trouble here, go as far as you can!"

Li Yan thought these people were very weird. When he returned the dagger to the uncle, the uncle also reacted like a frightened bird.

Li Yan stepped forward to hold down the booth and said:
"Hey, what do you mean? When I gave you something back, didn't you happily take it away? Now you turn your face and deny anyone? What's wrong with you?"

The uncle took out the spread cloth from under Li Yan's hands, packed the things coldly, and said:

"That's our property! You're nothing but a thief!"

Just when the uncle was about to leave, Chen Shuai stretched out his hand again, and with a light touch, the knives that had just been packed suddenly fell out again, covering all the bunks.

"you!"

The uncle seemed very angry at the moment. Compared with his dislike for Li Yan and others, Chen Shuai felt that the source of this uncle's anger seemed more like...a kind of fear.

What is he afraid of?
He is not afraid of himself and Wan Zicong, nor is he afraid of restaurant owners with bad attitudes and passers-by in these markets.

Is it Li Yan that he is afraid of?

No.

A light flashed in Chen Shuai's mind.

What he was afraid of was the knife in Li Yan's hand.What he is afraid of is weapons, which are top-notch instruments of such high quality that they can be auctioned for hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars in a big family, enough to cause disputes.

What he is afraid of, I am afraid, is the capital that swept over from the past and the turbulent schemes,
With a gentle smile, Chen Shuai said:

"Dare to ask uncle, is there something urgent to close the stall in such a hurry?"

The uncle gave Chen Shuai a white look, and said:

"It's none of your business? I set up a stall if I like it, and close it if I like it. It's not your turn to ask me to do something!"

As he said that, the uncle wanted to take back a kitchen knife.However, Chen Shuai also held down the blade of the kitchen knife, no matter how hard the uncle tried, he couldn't pull the kitchen knife back into his hand.

Chen Shuai said lightly:
"I said uncle, we came to your booth before you closed the stall. Before we completed the transaction, it would be impolite for you to close the stall hastily like this?"

The uncle tried many times, even tried his best to eat milk, but still couldn't take the kitchen knife away from Chen Shuai's hand, so he finally compromised, and said angrily:

"Okay, tell yourself, what do you want to buy?"

Chen Shuai said lightly:
"I want to customize something."

"A deposit of one hundred thousand! Are you willing to pay? As long as you are willing to pay, I will complete this order with you now!"

The restaurant owner really wanted to take out a tomato from the basket and throw it at the uncle's face, saying:
"10 yuan? Are you crazy? What do you think you are doing? You are carving gold and embedding jade and you are here? You just grab it!"

However, what stunned everyone was that under Chen Shuai's slight nod, Wan Zicong actually put ten bundles of brand new hundred-yuan bills in front of the uncle's eyes, and said lightly:
"Here, 10 yuan. As you said, this is just a deposit. Now, can you talk to me about the specific details?"

The uncle was dumbfounded, the impact of the bright red in front of his eyes was too strong, and his mind was short-circuited for a while.

"I...we will not consider custom-made goods until the sale of our goods is over..."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Chen Shuai's mouth, and said:
"Is it just these kitchen knives? I'll cover them all."

The uncle couldn't understand Chen Shuai's appearance of calmly pretending to be 13, and was furious:
"How is it possible? We still have dozens of kitchen knives and hundreds of sickles in our warehouse, unless..."

"I've covered everything. I've covered everything you said. You can set the price."

"Now, can you help me customize what I want?"