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"Who are you? What is your purpose?" The White-Clad Youth stared at the man in black, breaking the silence.
The man in black was definitely not an ordinary person. With so many weapons at his disposal, the White-Clad Youth's suspicions leaned more towards the government rather than the underworld.
The Black-Clad Youth remained expressionless. "You don't need to worry about my purpose; you just need to know that I can bring you benefits—unimaginable benefits. By the way, my surname is Du."
Both were suspicious of each other's identities and naturally could not reveal their true intentions. "I have plenty of ways to make you agree, but I hope we can cooperate happily. I want weapons, and you want benefits."
Yang Yichen had a gut feeling that the man across from him was dangerous and decided not to get involved. "I don't lack silver; weapons are merely a personal hobby, and I have no plans to sell them."
"As long as your shop is open, customers will come. I believe you are a smart person and not someone who rigidly adheres to rules." The man in black said little and leisurely sipped his tea.
Indeed, Yang Yichen felt conflicted inside, unsure of what choice to make.
But what were those weapons he created for? Should he really keep them hidden away for a lifetime?
What would the man in black use them for, and what consequences would arise?
The two sat in silence, the steaming tea gradually cooling down, mirroring their calm exteriors while their hearts were tumultuous.
As time passed, the noisy sounds from the front yard reached them. Yang Yichen made a bold decision: "Alright, I agree. You provide the raw materials, fifty taels for each item."
The man named Du revealed a victorious smile. "Deal. When will the delivery be?"
"One month from now! Payment upon delivery!"
"No problem. I'll come back in a month, with half of the deposit paid, and Original Iron Ming will be delivered!" He then stood up and left.
In the blink of an eye, only one figure remained in the courtyard, and at that moment, even the falling leaves seemed to freeze, as if everything that had just transpired had never happened.
The smooth forehead furrowed slightly; he did not realize that this choice of collaboration would entangle him in countless complex relationships in the days to come.
It would have an unpredictable impact on the trajectory of his life.
After the Black-Clad Youth left, he headed straight for a remote courtyard and immediately sent out a Messenger Pigeon.
"Master, has everything been settled? Won't this attract too much attention?"
"What are you afraid of? They are too preoccupied with their own issues to have the time to monitor me!"
The middle-aged man behind him sighed softly; his master was indeed unfortunate, born into such an extraordinary family, destined to live a life far from normal.
Although his master had a cold temperament, he knew it was not out of malice.
"Tomorrow we return to the capital; Original Iron Ming will be delivered. Make haste."
"Yes, Master!" The middle-aged man involuntarily stood at attention, exuding a military aura from within.
Yang Yichen sat quietly for a long time before suddenly speaking: "Abei, come here!"
"Master? What are your orders?"
"Starting tomorrow, you will work with Axi to fully develop weapons. As for the guests from earlier, send someone else to attend to them. For the next few days, do not disturb me."
"Yes, Master, I will take care of it right away." Abei smiled brightly like a blooming flower and skipped away.
With so many subordinates under his master, the daily expenses were considerable. Relying solely on those restaurants and such might not be difficult to sustain so many people, but there wouldn't be much left over.
Meanwhile, at Ten Li Pu, the selected individuals after the previous training were much more organized, and the villagers' enthusiasm for watching had diminished significantly.
"Uncles and brothers, I know that our training is quite tough, but we are a team. No matter when or what difficulties we encounter, as long as we work together, we can overcome all challenges."
"I also want to make one thing clear: we must keep our techniques confidential. If anyone leaks information, they will have to pay a penalty."
Liu Qingxi had to be cautious about this; at least for now, she needed to rely on this house-building technique to earn a stable living, even though the hot pot restaurant provided income every month.
But that was not her ultimate goal; she wanted to go further and strive for greater success.
" Miss Liu, don't worry. We will definitely listen to you." After all, they had no intention of betraying her and were not afraid of the hefty penalty.
Being selected brought mixed feelings; those chosen were all smiles, while those left out felt sad and disappointed.
The more successful Liu Qingxi became, the more respect she earned from people. The one who had once driven her out of the house was now filled with regret, feeling pain in every part of their being.
During this time, since being stripped of her authority by the Qin Family, her life had become far less comfortable than before.
Even more tragically, her eldest son Liu Qingshu was getting worse day by day, often absent from home. As a mother, she couldn't help but ask, "Qing Shu, why are you out there messing around? Can't you just stay home? You still have to take care of your wife!"
In the past, Liu Qingshu would have laughed and joked in response. But today was different: "Who asked you to find someone for me? Don't block my way; I'm busy."
"No way! You can't leave today. How many times have I told you since last year? Which one didn't go well?"
Liu Qingshu was impatient with being stopped; he had made plans with his sweetheart for today, and his mother was being too annoying.
"Go away! I don't have time for this. Hurry up and move!"
Wang's lips trembled with anger. This son, whom she had doted on since he was little, whom she wished to give everything to, and what was the result?
She deeply felt the pain of being hurt by the person she loved the most, but what saddened her even more was yet to come.
"What have you done? Liu Qingxi, that girl who knows how to make money, has been driven out of the house by you. If it weren't for you, all the money she earned would be mine now."
It was easy to imagine that such shamelessness in the boy could only have been learned from Wang; he had the same heartless nature, only remembering the bad and forgetting the good, viewing everyone except himself as a villain.
Wang was left speechless. She regretted what happened with Liu Qingxi as well; if not for that, the siblings would still be under her care. Did she really fear they wouldn't listen?
But there was no medicine for regret, and that white silver felt like a piece of her flesh being cut away.
Liu Qingshu grew angrier with each thought, unable to bear it any longer. With a shove, he pushed Wang, causing her to stagger back several steps before regaining her balance.
"If it weren't for you, my life would be fine right now! Why don't you go to town and ask Zhi'er for some money?" He spoke with a brazen attitude, looking every bit like a delinquent.
Wang was at a loss for words. She had visited Wan Mansion a few times, but two out of three times she couldn't find anyone. Even when she did see Liu Qingxi, she would only get a few coins at most.
For the Liu Family, who had grown accustomed to spending lavishly, that was simply not enough.
As Wang hesitated, Liu Qingshu's expression changed: "If you're not going to leave, then get out of my way!"
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