"Ten thousand shrouds..." The shop owner twitched his lips and said with a sneer, "Did you two see it in the movie?"
I rolled my eyes, not even wanting to explain.
Tieshan laughed, gave the shop owner a cigarette, and signaled that I could leave.
"Don't worry, you two." The shop owner came out and said, "I really haven't heard of the Wanhun Umbrella, but I can contact the paper-making company and help you two find out."
"Okay." My eyes lit up.
Just as Lingxi told me yesterday, if you want to find the paper maker who can make the Wanhun Umbrella, you must dig deep and get to the root of it.
The shop owner doesn't know how to make paper, let alone a paper maker.
What about the paper-making company?
Who made their paperware?
The store owner took his cell phone to make a call, and I sat on the stool next to the counter and secretly guessed.
About five minutes later, the shop owner came towards us with a smile and said: "Boy, this has opened my eyes. My friend said that there used to be paper products like the Wanhun Umbrella."
I stood up suddenly and said excitedly: "So you have a way to help us make the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella?"
The shop owner put the phone back in the counter drawer and said awkwardly: "That's not true. I asked my friend and he said that the Ten Thousand Souls Umbrella is too difficult to make. Only the older generation of papermakers can make it."
"The paper-making masters in his company only make simple things."
"A paper-making master and a serious paper-making craftsman who studied under eight classics are completely different concepts."
The shop owner stroked his goatee and said, "And the Wanhun Umbrella is expensive, starting at at least one million."
"Money is not an issue." Tieshan said simply: "I will tell you the truth, one of our friends is suffering from a disease and needs the Wanhun Umbrella to treat it."
"As long as you can help me find a paper maker who can make Ten Thousand Souls Umbrellas, I will give you a hundred thousand yuan as a thank you gift."
Tieshan Cai said graciously: "If you really want to make the Ten Thousand Soul Umbrella, I will give you another hundred thousand."
"A total of 200,000 yuan, I just need you to be the matchmaker, what do you think?" Tieshan tempted with money: "Your small shop can't make 200,000 yuan a year."
The shop owner was breathing rapidly and his face was red.
Apparently he was tempted by Tieshan's promise of huge profits.
"Would you consider it?" Tieshan persuaded with a cigarette butt in his mouth: "Since you are engaged in this industry, there must be some way."
"Your friend can't handle it, what about other companies?"
"You can contact us."
Tieshan came up with an idea and said: "Although the profession of papermakers has declined, there are still some."
"It's impossible for all those old craftsmen to die, right?"
The shop owner put out the cigarette butt in his hand and said with his Adam's apple: "Wait a moment, everyone, I'll get in touch again."
"Please." Tieshan extended his hand politely and satisfied.
The store owner went to the back to make a phone call. Tieshan winked at me and said, "How about it? It's cheaper than the ghost street, right?"
"Two hundred thousand, if we really can do it, we will still save 800,000."
I gave a thumbs up and said, "As expected of Master Lingxi's dedicated driver, he is extremely smart."
"Bah, are you complimenting me?" Tieshan said unhappily: "I negotiated the price, and you were the one who settled the bill in the end. Tsk, 1.2 million."
It's okay if Tieshan doesn't say it, but when he does, it makes my body ache.
In the eyes of rich people like them, 1.2 million is probably nothing, but in my heart, it is indeed an astronomical sum.
If you live in a third-tier small city like Jiangxia City, you can definitely get a house with full payment.
