Chapter 9 Jedi Strikes Back

After Zheng Changqiu heard Zhang Hao's words, his face darkened in an instant: "Little bastard, I don't learn the benefits at all. You see, this guy who is as thin as a bamboo pole has a real big appetite. No matter how much he eats, he can't get enough."

The corners of Mu Mingchen's mouth twitched; but Mu Mingchen turned his head to look at Qian Shaoxian who was gnashing his teeth beside him, and snorted, "Fellow Daoist Qian, we are discussing business secrets, do you want to avoid it?"

Damn trade secrets!

Qian Shaoxian's complexion was already darkened, he forced a dry smile at this moment, and walked out the door sullenly.

Zhang Shengde's joyful voice sounded: "Xiaohao, I didn't wink at all, and I still don't send you Uncle Qian."

"Uncle Qian, go slowly." Zhang Hao chased to the door and waved off enthusiastically; as a result, Qian Shaoxian's pace became faster.

After Qian Shaoxian left, the steward of Nine Suns Sect, Ji Different, spoke in a very serious tone: "Zhang Hao, how much black iron can you produce every month now? It's the current quality."

"Two thousand tons!" Zhang Hao reiterated the figure again.

"Are you...serious?" Ji Different didn't believe it, and was even a little annoyed.

Zhang Hao said seriously: "Master Ji, I won't joke about such an important matter. It is estimated that our output will reach 2,000 tons in a month's time."

Zhang Hao thought in his mind: Now, it can produce 30 to 40 tons per day; when all the furnaces are remodeled, it will be easy to produce 60 to 70 tons per day. In fact, Zhang Hao really wanted to say 10,000 tons just now, but he was afraid of scaring the other party.

"Little slick!" Zheng Changqiu glared at Zhang Hao, "My Zheng family can eat at most... 500 tons per month!"

"Hey..." Mu Mingchen sneered, "I said, Old Zheng, are you really not afraid of indigestion? Just your Zheng family, you have to eat 100 tons a month, right?"

Liu Xian of Yunying Commercial Bank said coolly: "Yunying Commercial Bank, 800 tons per month!"

Ji Bong of Nine Yang Sect was anxious: "We can eat 600 tons!"

Zhu Yuantang from Ninghe County finally spoke, his tone was firm: "700 tons!"

Mei Qianyun said coldly: "Everyone, the total amount is only 2,000 tons for the time being. Do you want to reconsider?"

Zheng Changqiu thought for a while: "Let's say 480 tons."

"Is your skin tight?" Mei Qianyun raised her brows upside down.

...

The atmosphere suddenly became lively, and after a while, everyone had accepted the new unit of measurement: ton.

Zhang Hao secretly rejoiced that he had quietly and tentatively taken the first step into this world, successfully imprinting his own footsteps.

Everyone was lively, but Zhang Shengde called out to Zhang Hao with a cold face: "You were able to deal with it just now. But is it... not appropriate to disclose the technology?"

"Father, it's good that we make the water forging technique public. In this way, not only can the Qian family's plan come to nothing, but it can also establish our status."

"Status? How to say?"

"Father, in the face of the entire market, our family's power is weak after all. What if we can unite the vast number of colleagues?"

"Unite?" Zhang Shengde's eyes gradually brightened, "You can try!"

A moment passed quickly, when Zheng Changqiu, Mei Qianyun and others were still arguing, Zhang Shengde interrupted everyone and invited everyone to go to the trading desk together.

When a group of people came to the trading desk, they found that it was more lively here.

The members of the Qian family were still hanging on at the trading desk, insisting on their sales promotion; but the people didn't care about these, and they had already started to push people away.

Next to him, a guard from the county city was yawning.

Looking at the security guards who suddenly appeared, Zhang Hao frowned: "Father, these guards..."

"As long as you don't kill people, it's fine. If the fight causes losses, you can take the initiative to compensate afterwards."

Zhang Hao nodded and took the lead to walk to the trading desk.

Seeing Zhang Hao and others coming, everyone was enthusiastic. Dozens of people rushed to the trading desk and threw everyone from the Qian family and all their belongings off the stage.

After tea time, Qian Shaoxian could only stand outside the crowd, looking at Zhang Hao angrily.

Zhang Hao walked up to the trading desk step by step along the path opened up by everyone.

The trading desk is not high, only three feet. But at this time, Zhang Hao was standing here, looking down on all beings for the first time.

Zhang Hao still didn't speak, just watched quietly, his face was a little serious, with a faint majesty.

Under Zhang Hao's gaze, the noisy voices of the crowd gradually disappeared.

Zhang Hao smiled slightly, and the scene became lively in an instant:

"The Zhang family came in a hurry, and did not prepare craftsmen, rough iron, forging tools, etc., so I will trouble everyone.

Also, prepare some spiritual springs. "

"No problem, use ours!"

"Use ours!"

Everyone was very enthusiastic. After a while, more than ten craftsmen and five sets of forging tools appeared on the trading platform.

Zhang Hao's face became serious: "A group of three, get ready."

The craftsmen are skillfully busy. If there is no ground fire, use flame formations and spirit stones instead. Although it is a bit extravagant, who cares.

The thick iron quickly burned red, and as the first handful of spiritual springs poured onto the blazing iron, as the sledgehammer fell, and as sparks flew like fireworks, everyone's mouths opened.

During the forging process, the density of sparks represents the efficiency of removing impurities.

"Control the number of spiritual springs, not too many, it will lower the temperature of the iron. It can't be too little, too little is not enough."

"Sprinkling water with pine branches, or reed flowers, fluffy grass, etc. will be more even."

"Three people take turns and take turns to rest."

"The temperature of this flame is low, and it should be higher. The iron should be red and white."

"Be careful, don't let the iron block cool down, the forging process cannot be interrupted."

"Okay, keep it up until there are no more sparks flying."

On the black iron trading platform, the sound of forging was endless; everyone watched intently. Watching the flames blazing, watching the steam tumbling, watching the sparks fly...

The craftsmen had already taken off their shirts, their gnarled muscles rolled, their dark skin glistened with sweat and flames, and a picture scroll of strength and fire unfolded slowly.

Whether it is the magic weapon used by the practitioners in the Qi refining period, or the spiritual weapon used by the Yuanying ancestor, most of the materials required need to be burned with fierce fire and forged with thousands of hammers.

Every time the hammer falls, it is imprinted with the blood, sweat and wisdom of the craftsmen.

The flourishing age of comprehension was carried on the shoulders of these ordinary craftsmen.

Many cultivators who watched the black iron forging scene for the first time were attracted and shocked by the picture scroll of power and fire. There are even people who have realized something, and their practice and realm are quietly rising.

Afterwards, many people's eyes focused on Zhang Hao, and their gratitude was beyond words.

Zhang Hao's first public appearance attracted much attention!

Only the members of the Qian family looked at Zhang Hao with murderous intent!

Previously, the Qian family used all means to obtain the Zhang family's forging technology, which was not very meticulous; now, Zhang Hao has completely disclosed the Zhang family's forging technology, and even performed it live.

Seeing the flying sparks and listening to the amazed crowd around him, Qian Shaoxian had a vague feeling that the blacksmith's hammer seemed to hit his heart: every time the hammer fell, his heart trembled.

The future of the Qian family seems to be shattering bit by bit under the hammer!

"Damn it!" Qian Shaoxian was extremely angry, "Zhang family, let's wait and see!"

Standing on the trading desk, Zhang Hao glanced slowly, and when he glanced over Qian Shaoxian, he didn't stop at all.

In fact, Zhang Hao really wanted to keep a low profile and develop quietly. But no, the situation didn't allow it, the Qian family was already on their necks, so Zhang Hao had no choice but to fight back.

Since you can't keep a low profile, then... go crazy.

(In view of too many readers' inquiries, Tianya added: The Zhang family's disclosure of water forging techniques was forced into a corner and had no choice. Thank you readers for your comments. By the way, please read carefully before commenting, thank you.)