The Magical Blacksmith

A group of monks clenched their fists tightly. I didn't expect that Zhang Ye, a Qi refining monk, would dare to recruit Han Ling'er as a clerk. This is simply blaspheming our goddess, so bold!

The monks were gearing up. If they hadn't been worried about asking Zhang Ye for help, they would have started beating people long ago. But then, the monks realized that Zhang Ye was a famous iron rooster and would not be able to earn much money. Maybe Han Ling'er would give up his part-time job after learning about the salary level.

Unexpectedly, Han Ling'er shook her head: "It's okay without salary." Because Han Ling'er felt that from the Tian Jing who refined the flying sword at the beginning to the Qi Condensing Pill, they were all valuable things. She owed Zhang Ye too much, so naturally Don't want a salary.

The monks were shocked. Is the goddess planning to betray her? How can that work? A group of people said quickly: "Haha, are you kidding? Boss Zhang's business is so good, why would he treat Senior Sister Ling'er so badly..."

"Boss Zhang, our Lingtai Sect distributes hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones to the inner disciples every month. You can't miss this amount, right?"

Everyone praised Zhang Ye so highly that he would not be willing to pay the high price, thinking that Zhang Ye would give up recruiting Han Ling'er.

Although Han Ling'er kept saying that he didn't want salary, Zhang Ye thought about it and said, "Fairy Han, I can only afford five middle-grade spiritual stones per month. What do you think?"

Before Han Ling'er could say anything, a group of monks laughed and cried: "Haha, five spiritual stones and I want to recruit Senior Sister Ling'er as a shop assistant. It's so funny."

"Boss Zhang, let me forget it. Senior Sister Ling'er is very busy..."

Everyone was slandering that Zhang Ye was indeed an iron rooster and was only willing to pay five yuan... No, everyone was a little confused. What Zhang Ye just said was a middle-grade spiritual stone?

Han Ling'er was the first to react. Five middle-grade spiritual stones, converted into low-grade spiritual stones, was five hundred yuan, which was five times the monthly amount of the sect! Although Lingtai Sect disciples can get extra rewards for completing tasks, even if they complete tasks every day, they can't earn five mid-grade spiritual stones in a month, right?

Han Ling'er thought that Zhang Ye deliberately offered a high price for her sake, so she waved her hands repeatedly: "Zhang Ye, this is too much..."

"How many? I thought there was less." Although Zhang Ye was severely exploited by the system, he still made more money by doing business than the disciples of these sects who were paid dead wages in the system. Five yuan of medium-grade spiritual stones was nothing more. Zhang Ye was three or five yuan. You can earn it every day, and you will earn more and more later on, so you don’t even care about it.

Zhang Ye's words made a group of monks sigh. The blacksmith's charges are so high and the business is so good. They can indeed afford this price. However, Zhang Ye is a famous iron rooster. He is willing to pay so much money. It's really like the sun hits the west. It came out, which made many foundation-building monks who relied on their status feel a little excited.

But then, everyone thought of another possibility. Zhang Ye must have had evil intentions in paying so much money. He wanted to deceive Senior Sister Ling'er at a high price, and then unspoken rules...

Yes, that must be the case. Only in this way can we explain that Zhang Ye, a hard-nosed man, is willing to pay a high price of five pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones!

A group of people became angry, and someone asked angrily: "Boss Zhang, you offer such a high salary, what do you want our senior sister Ling'er to do?"

"Anyone who wants to bully Senior Sister Ling'er will incur revenge from the entire sect!"

"Bah, dirty, obscene..." someone else muttered in a low voice.

Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment, why was it such a waste of time to recruit a clerk? However, Zhang Ye was also about to talk about the specific work of a clerk, so he said to Han Ling'er: "The responsibilities of a clerk are a bit difficult."

"Look, the fox's tail is exposed, right?"

"If you dare to ask Senior Sister Ling'er to work like a cow or a horse, serving tea and water, I will be the first to express my dissatisfaction."

Some monks couldn't help but scolded him.

Han Ling'er didn't take it to heart. She was worried about how to repay Zhang Ye and said, "No matter how difficult the job is, I will definitely complete it. However, can you explain it more specifically?" After all, Han Ling'er had no part-time work experience and was a little curious. .

"Be specific..." Zhang Ye paused, looked at a group of monks who were looking at each other angrily, and smiled, "Just be responsible for collecting the money."

The words "responsible for collecting money" were like a bolt from the blue, splitting the monks present into pieces. Damn it, is this such an arduous task?

By counting money every day, you can earn five mid-grade spiritual stones in a month. This is simply a pie-in-the-sky thing!

"Boss Zhang, do we still have a shortage of clerks in our store? With my cultivation in the late stage of foundation building, I can count money quickly and accurately..." A foundation building master who had previously relied on his own identity couldn't resist the temptation and asked with a shy face.

"Old Wang, please start. Boss Zhang clearly requires good character. How can you, a bunch of money-minded villains, be qualified to be clerks in a blacksmith shop?" A monk made an impassioned speech that made everyone's faces burn. , after all, they had previously criticized Boss Zhang for not being able to provide the money, but then the monk changed the subject, patted his chest, and said flatteringly, "Boss Zhang, I have a good character and I am righteous. Do you think it's okay?"

"Fuck you..." The others came to their senses and dared to say that we were doing it to flatter ourselves. They were so angry that they immediately rushed up and beat that monk to a pulp.

Zhang Ye was a little speechless and said: "The profit of this small shop is very small, so we can only hire one person."

If Zhang Ye's blacksmith shop was called "Li Bo", the other shops would have been reduced to nothing but their pants. The monks looked strange, but they also understood that Zhang Ye did only hire one person, and they became very upset.

Han Ling'er came back to her senses at this moment, and she didn't expect to receive money. She could earn five middle-grade spiritual stones a month, and said quickly: "Zhang Ye, if you just do this kind of thing, you don't need such a salary at all... …”

"Oh, you don't like this job anymore?" Zhang Ye sighed deliberately, "Then I'll find someone else."

The eyes of a group of monks were shining brightly, and they all raised their hands: "Boss Zhang, I am willing to do it!"

"No, I'll just do it." Han Ling'er had no choice but to agree. She really wanted to help Zhang Ye do something, but she never thought that she seemed to be taking advantage again? However, Han Ling'er thought that she must do her best in the future to be worthy of the remuneration offered by Zhang Ye.

The monks looked at Han Ling'er with jealous eyes. Although she was everyone's goddess, they were even disgusted with Zhang Ye's recruitment of Han Ling'er as a part-time job and thought it was blasphemy. However, when Zhang Ye offered a sky-high salary, they felt that Han Ling'er was too lucky...

Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief and found a good clerk. The system also beeped, indicating that the task was completed and he received a flying sword forging gift package.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye mastered all the forging techniques of the Flying Sword Magical Artifact. Whether it was forging or refining or repairing, he was capable of any grade. Finally, he could start a new business.

Zhang Ye thought for a while and walked to the notice board outside the shop, holding a pen and preparing to add new business. But at this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly became silent. Now that the types of business have increased, how should the price be set?

Sure enough, the system jumped out again at this time: "Since the host has grown into a well-known forging master, the price should be based on time cost. Whether it is a low-grade magic weapon or a top-grade magic weapon, whether it is repairing or building, every time Take action and charge a flat fee of ten high-grade spiritual stones."

Zhang Ye's head was a little dizzy. Ten high-grade spiritual stones, converted into low-grade spiritual stones, would cost a hundred thousand yuan. And the system meant that even if it was to repair a low-grade flying sword, it would cost so much. Expensive price...

Zhang Ye thought that the current customers in the store were mainly Qi refining and foundation building monks, and no one could afford it.

"The system is not easy for the monks. Aren't you afraid of killing people if you charge like this?" Zhang Ye tried to ask.

"Not afraid." The system replied briefly.

Zhang Ye was speechless for a while. Of course you are not afraid anymore. It will not be you who will be beaten when the time comes.

However, Zhang Ye immediately thought that as the future god of forging, he still had confidence in his craftsmanship and works. Maybe as time goes by, everything forged by his hands will appreciate in value. In addition, running a blacksmith shop is not charity. If you blindly think about helping others tide over difficulties, you will harm others and yourself.

Zhang Ye agreed with the system's suggestion and reached out to wipe the contents on the notice board.

"Wow, Boss Zhang, you erased the number for refining one flying sword every day. Are you planning to increase the refining quota?"

"Boss Zhang is a good person!"

Zhang Ye happened to erase the limited number, but he never thought that the monks would misunderstand it, especially the monks who were queuing up for refining. They were all drooling as if they had taken a mad dog pill.

Faced with everyone's inquiries, Zhang Ye looked a little weird and answered vaguely: "Well, there is no limit."

When the monks got the accurate answer, they were so excited that they looked up to the sky and howled. Even the elder Wu who guarded Lingtai Town was alarmed and shouted from the distance: "Don't make any noise!"

Everyone quickly fell silent, but they were still jumping up and down with excitement.

The system does not require limited refining, but those of you who know the truth will definitely shed tears. Zhang Ye sighed and erased all the words on the notice board.

Immediately, Zhang Ye took a pen and wrote: "Undertake all flying sword forging business (only for magical weapons)..."

When Zhang Ye wrote this, the monks exclaimed: "Boss Zhang, if you take over all the forging business, will it include making high-grade flying swords?"

"Including." Zhang Ye replied.

The monks thought they would be happy with unlimited refining. Unexpectedly, they also started the business of making high-grade flying swords. The scene of Zhang Ye's last creation of a local sword is still vivid in his mind. Who doesn't want to have a high-grade magic weapon! Many monks were so happy that they almost fainted: "Boss Zhang, you are my biological father..."

"Every year has today, every year has today..."

Many monks were even so excited that they started singing and dancing.

Someone suddenly woke up and thought about Zhang Ye's always expensive urine, and asked tremblingly: "Boss Zhang, how much does it cost to make a flying sword that is a high-grade magic weapon?"

Everyone calmed down after hearing this, hoping that the price would not be too high, and looked at Zhang Ye with burning eyes.

Zhang Ye didn't answer. He picked up the pen and finished writing the next few words. On the notice board, the full text is as follows: "Undertake all the forging business of Feijian (only for magical weapons), and charge a per-use fee. Ten high-grade spiritual stones each time."

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air, and the sound of "holy shit" continued incessantly. The dignified monks were unsteady on their feet and fell down...