Time flies, more than ten days have passed in a flash.
These days, Kong Mufeng's daily job is to go to the construction site to check the progress of the project and play games with the three old men. Kong Mufeng even taught them many modern games.
In an attic, three old men and a young man were playing excitedly around a chessboard and a dice.
"Six six six, I want six."
Kong Mufeng smiled bitterly and said, "You three, are you still addicted to playing? Don't you need to move bricks?"
"Tch, haven't you seen me refining elixirs every day? And that blacksmith, forging iron every day." The poor man gave Kong Mufeng a rollicking look.
The mad blacksmith cursed: "I am a master of weapon refining. How can I compare to you, a medicine refining master?"
"Wait a minute, crazy old man, are you really a weapon refiner?" Kong Mufeng seemed to suddenly realize something.
"Otherwise, it seems like I'm lying to you?"
Kong Mufeng suddenly turned to the money bag: "Old man Qian, what do you do?"
"It doesn't matter what I do, the main thing is that I can get money." Qianbao said proudly. Indeed, he was the richest among the three of them.
"Um, are you robbing or deceiving others?"
"Hey, I have a legitimate profession, okay?" Qianbao said arrogantly. The three old men seemed to care about their professions.
"Tsk, what kind of legitimate profession is a poor painter?" the mad blacksmith mocked.
"What right do you, a blacksmith, have to mock me? Do you understand that I am called a Formation Master? Do you understand that what I depict is called Formation Master?"
"Array Dao, are you an Array Dao master?" Kong Mufeng almost laughed like crazy. He lacked such a few professions, but they made up a set for him.
"Here, let's discuss something with you elders. Are you willing to change your place to live?" Kong Mufeng immediately corrected his attitude.
"It's good for me to live here." The poor man shook his head.
But Money Bag saw through it at a glance: "Just tell me, where do you want to sell us old guys?"
"Well, to tell you the truth, I started a sect by myself, and I can't even get out of the way. I'd be honored if you guys came, and we can discuss the remuneration."
The poor man said: "I have no problem, as long as you have enough food and wine, and all the ingredients for making medicine."
"This is guaranteed." Kong Mufeng nodded and said, this is simple, at least he doesn't want the young master.
"No, why should we follow you?" the mad blacksmith came back to his senses.
"Uh...I can, I can teach you more things to play. Can you play Texas Hold'em? Can you play Golden Flower? Can you play Landlord? Can you know Werewolf?" These are the only temptations Kong Mufeng has now.
However, looking at the eyes of the three old men, I felt that this was enough.
The mad blacksmith said dissatisfied: "Ahem, I am a master of weapon training. I will not agree to anyone else's request. Why do you..."
"Please, master of weapon training, you are the strongest weapon training master in Yiwu City. If you stay here and attack them, why not go to my place and experience life as a master." Kong Mufeng, Thunderbolt and Invincible Rainbow Fart, directly gave the crazy blacksmith to him.
Blow to the sky.
"Hahahaha, do you think I will be happy if you praise me? Hahaha, but what you said is true, I can go with you." The crazy blacksmith refused to admit it, but his smile was very real.
Kong Mufeng is the one who should smile the happiest. He came here and spent no money on three old men.
But at this time Qianbao asked: "What's going on with you two? Are you just kidnapped by a little lunatic?"
This was a sensible person, which made Kong Mufeng's heart skip a beat. This old boy loved money as much as his life.
Kong Mufeng had become familiar with these three old men these days, and he knew their tempers very well.
The poor men are idle and lazy, and they are unwilling to go out to sell elixirs to make money if they have enough to survive. Moreover, they disdain those inferior elixirs and only pursue the "artwork" they refine.
The mad blacksmith is not lazy, but he is arrogant and arrogant. He just likes others to praise him, and he won't budge until others praise him. He is so arrogant.
He is a thief in money bags. If he doesn't like anything else, his only hobby is money. As long as he has money, he can do anything, but he is also a profiteer.
"Well, if I say that I am particularly poor..." Kong Mufeng was embarrassed and was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"No way, goodbye." Qianbao said ruthlessly.
Kong Mufeng gritted his teeth and said, "Let's do this. I'll pay you a salary of fifty thousand a year, and I'll help you sell the products you make. Can we split it in half?"
"One hundred thousand." The money bag doubled as soon as he opened it, making Kong Mufeng grit his teeth and stamp his feet.
"Well, I...70,000, no more."
"One hundred and fifty thousand." The money bag ignored it and continued to increase the price.
"Eighty thousand." Kong Mufeng gritted his teeth. The two of them were not on the same channel.
"Two hundred thousand." The money bag still increased the price.
"Okay, okay, 100,000, 100,000, I accept it." Kong Mufeng gritted his teeth. Fortunately, Ye Menghan had stolen his own money, and also snatched hundreds of thousands from the proprietress of the inn, otherwise Kong Mufeng would really have gone bankrupt.
"You admit it and I don't. This was the initial price. Now it's 200,000. If you don't accept it, I'll raise the price again." Qianbao retorted.
"Brother, uncle, dad, let's not add more, just 150,000, okay? Just think that I hired you at a high price. If we have money later, we will give you an increase, okay?" Kong Mufeng begged for mercy, this is a bargain.