The Human Emperor (1-200)

C55: Rejection!

“Looks like you aren’t interested in buying my sword! You only hope to purchase a sword worth 8000 taels!”

Wang Chong shook his head.

“Does gongzi not think that your own sword is worth 8000 gold taels?”

Zhao Fengchen chuckled.

Wang Chong simply shook his head smiling, not arguing with him over the matter.

“I’ll still say the same words. You aren’t allowed to view or touch it. If you wish to buy it, you can take it for 4800 gold taels. By tomorrow, the price won’t be just this anymore! …”

After saying these words, Wang Chong flung his sleeves and left without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, he had already walked out of the room.

“Lord, what do we do? That lad doesn’t seem to be interested in negotiating at all!”

After Wang Chong left, the a lanky member of the Imperial Army beside Zhao Fengchen couldn’t hold back his complaints any longer.

“Let me think it.”

Zhao Fengchen frowned and contemplated quietly.

8000 gold taels was more than ten times higher than Wang Chong’s initial offer. Yet, Wang Chong rejected his offer without any hesitation. His decisiveness was truly beyond Zhao Fengchen’s imagination!

This was something Zhao Fengchen never expected before coming over.

“Lord, why should you argue so much with that fellow? If he refuses to agree to it, we can just fetch the sword hanging on the Bluebottle Pavilion by force!”

The lanky Imperial Army member proposed. Wang Chong’s prior attitude had left him dissatisfied. They were from the Imperial Army, and the fellow was being way too arrogant.

“No! The Bluebottle Pavilion belongs to the Duke of Wei. Other people may not be aware, but don’t you know it? After so many days, have you seen anyone trying to steal the swords here?”

Zhao Fengchen rejected his proposal without any hesitation with a stern look.

“Besides, don’t you care about the reputation of the Imperial Army? If such a thing were to happen, how do the rest of our brothers uphold their dignity?”

“But about Lord Huang…”

The lanky Imperial Army member protested, but the moment the words escaped his mouth, he realized that he had misspoken. He quickly covered his mouth, but it was already too late. Turning his head over to look at Zhao Fengchen, he saw that the other party’s complexion had already turned awful.

“There’s no need for you to worry about Lord Huang. I’ll handle it myself!”

Upon hearing the words ‘Lord Huang’, Zhao Fengchen became visibly irritated. His interest in the matter had already dampened greatly:

“I will leave this sword of mine with you. When they return, get them to hang it on the pavilion! ——Since I’m unable to buy the sword, I’ll join in the duel gamble as well.”

Zhao Fengchen removed the ancient silver sword from his waist and threw it over. Then, he left the Bluebottle Pavilion with large strides.

…

At the same time, outside the Bluebottle Pavilion, Wang Chong and Wei Hao were walking side by side.

“That bastard! I thought that he was generous. To think that he is just like everyone else!”

Ever since they had walked out of the Bluebottle Pavilion, Wei Hao cursed nonstop.

If not for Wang Chong’s question, he would’ve never known that Zhao Fengchen had such a condition behind his purchase of the sword for 8000 gold taels.