As for what Gongsun Yue understood, he did not say. However, he circled around Gu Han a few times and sized him up from head to toe for a long time. Suddenly, he said, "Customer, the damage to the Yue King's Gou Jian Sword should not be as simple as you said. It was only damaged by the dragon flames, right?"
"Let me make a bold guess. I'm afraid that not only did your King Yue lose 99% of its durability, even the sword mark between the two of you has been destroyed to the point where it seems to have no substance at all!
The reason why King Yue hasn't been able to repair it yet is because of your sword mark. "
When Gongsun Yue spoke, he had the air of a scheming and unfathomable charlatan.
Gongsun Yue was completely unaware that he was already a million miles away from the truth.
What sword mark being destroyed to the point where Guhan and King Yue didn't even have sword marks, okay?
King Yue was a sword maiden that Guhan had grafted onto when Kenzu's fleeting year calendar was about to synchronize.
This method was good in every way and didn't have any side effects. However, the biggest flaw was that there was no sword mark in the sword wielder's body.
"I actually forgot that I don't have King Yue's sword mark in my body!" Guhan blamed himself. He actually forgot that he didn't have King Yue's sword mark in his body.
However, the strange thing was that Guhan had all the functions related to the sword mark.
For example, the sword mark sound transmission, forceful command, forceful sword return, and other abilities to command and communicate with the sword maiden. Guhan didn't lack any of them and could do all of them.
Thus, Guhan had always ignored the existence of the sword mark and felt that it didn't have much of an effect. Only when he repaired King Yue today did he realize that the sword mark had become the biggest obstacle to King Yue's recovery.
"How is it, customer? Did I guess correctly?"
It was a pity that Gongsun Yue didn't have a white beard. Otherwise, he would be the best candidate to play the role of an old Daoist priest.
"Master Gongsun is very perceptive. Military Governor, I admire you!
Respect! "
Although Gongsun Yue's guess was wrong, he had actually guessed the crux of the problem. To a certain extent, damaged sword marks and no sword marks were the same thing.
Therefore, Guhan simply took the opportunity to admit that Gongsun Yue had guessed correctly. Then, he asked the next question, "Since Master Gongsun knows the cause of the problem, I wonder if you can repair King Yue and let her recover?"
"Of course!" Gongsun Yue's words made Guhan's heart lighten. It was good that it could be repaired.
However, Gongsun Yue's tone changed. "However, there is still a problem."
"What problem?" Guhan's heart tightened. Could it be that repairing King Yue still required some rare materials?
"Of course it's about you lying to my idiot son!"
Gongsun Yue said angrily, "How dare you hide the important news of the sword mark's damage from my son. I think you're a villain with ulterior motives!"
"…" Guhan was speechless. In the blink of an eye, he had become a villain with ulterior motives.
However, thinking about it, Guhan did hide such important information from Gongsun Zhi. However, Guhan did not hide it on purpose. He truly did not know that the sword mark would become such a serious obstacle during the repair process.
"Old man, what are you saying? Don't insult my guest!" Gongsun Zhi yelled at his father unhappily.
"This is my business. I don't need a stinking old man like you to butt in."
"Shut up. You wastrel, idiot. You're a disgrace to the Gongsun family!"
Gongsun Yue knocked Gongsun Zhi's head without any hesitation. "You idiot. Do you know how much damage this will cause to the Gongsun family?
If we can't even repair a mere Famed Sword Lady, won't our Gongsun Clan's reputation in the world of swordsmiths be ruined? "
"Tsk … hasn't the Gongsun family's reputation been ruined in the hands of an old man like you?" Gongsun Zhi retorted.
This time, it was Gongsun Yue's turn to be speechless. He snorted for a while, then ignored Gongsun Zhi. He turned to Guhan and said, "Guest, we won't do this business anymore. Also, you deliberately hid the damage and broke the rules of the swordsmithing world. Just you wait for the arbitration!"
"You stinking brat, throw that sword out and return it to this evil guest!"
Things suddenly took a turn for the worse. Gongsun Yue was about to throw Guhan's King of Yue out of the furnace.
Once it came out of the furnace, all the previous repairs would be in vain. Even if Guhan went to another shop, he would not be able to get the Gou Jian Sword in perfect condition the next day.
"Fine, I admit defeat this time!"
Guhan shook his head and grabbed Gongsun Yue's shoulder. "Stinking old man, you just want money. Tell me, how much do you want? I don't want to waste time with you!"
Guhan was rich now. He had a few million yuan in his bank account. He was a completely different person from the frugal Guhan from two days ago.
"What? You dare to call me a stinking old man?
This is disrespect to the senior swordsmiths. I'm going to complain to the arbitration … "
"One hundred thousand RMB …"
"Hmph, do you think a hundred thousand RMB is enough to get rid of us?
Open your eyes and see, our Gongsun family is not the kind of family that will bow down for five buckets of rice … "
"Two hundred thousand!"
"Our Gongsun family has a long history and is a swordsmithing family that has lasted for five hundred years. Do you think a mere two hundred thousand RMB can humiliate our pride?"
"Five hundred thousand!"
"Ahem, look, my son, Gongsun Zhi, is a Famed Sword Master, and I, Gongsun Yue, am a one in a million spiritual sword grandmaster!
A master swordsmith and a grandmaster swordsmith are working for you. Don't you think you're looking down on them with five hundred thousand? "
"One hundred!!!"
Guhan shouted. "This is the most I can offer. If you ask for more, I'll go to the Peerless Sword Shop. Even the prices there aren't as high as yours!!"
"Okay, deal!
It's settled! "Gongsun Yue clapped his hands and laughed." See that, stinking brat? Old ginger is spicier.
You worked so hard for three days and only earned thirty thousand RMB. Your father just said one word and you earned a million. Don't you want half, no, seventy percent of it to your dear father! "
"Gongsun Yue, you idiot!
Dementia! "Gongsun Zhi's face was red with shame as he cursed.
"You're the idiot, a middle-aged man with dementia. I won't even give you a share of the one million!" Gongsun Yue hugged Guhan's shoulder and pretended to be close.
"Come, come, come, rich man!
One million, transfer it to me! "
"Okay, please keep it!" Guhan smiled and transferred the money over.
Almost a second later, Gongsun Yue received the notification of the money transfer!
Gongsun Yue opened his account proudly. When he saw the balance, his expression changed and he pushed Guhan away. "You stinking brat, are you messing with me?"
"No, I didn't!" Guhan said coldly.
"Then why only one hundred RMB?!"
To prove that he was telling the truth, Gongsun Yue projected his account transfer record in the air. It clearly stated that one hundred RMB was transferred from the Military Governor's account to Gongsun Yue's account.
Seeing this, Gongsun Zhi felt deeply ashamed of his father. He covered his eyes in pain and squatted on the ground.
"That's right, this much!" Guhan smiled evilly. "That's right, one hundred RMB, not a cent more, not a cent less."
"Are you an idiot?
We agreed on one million! "Gongsun Yue was so anxious that his eyes turned red.
"Oh, maybe Senior Gongsun is old and your hearing is not good. Maybe you overheard the word 'million' and mistook one hundred RMB for one million!"
Guhan smiled evilly again. "Do you want me to play the recording for you to recall?"
Guhan thought and Guhan and Gongsun Yue's conversation replayed in his mind.
"One hundred thousand RMB …"
"Hmph, do you think a hundred thousand RMB is enough to get rid of us?
Open your eyes and see, our Gongsun family is not the kind of family that will bow down for five buckets of rice … "
"Two hundred thousand!"
"Our Gongsun family has a long history. We are a family of swordsmiths that has lasted for five hundred years. Do you think a mere two hundred thousand RMB can humiliate our pride?"
"Five hundred thousand!"
"Ahem, look, my son Gongsun Zhi is a master swordsmith, and Gongsun Yue is a one in a million spiritual sword grandmaster swordsmith!
A master swordsmith and a grandmaster swordsmith are working for you. Don't you think five hundred thousand RMB is too low? "
"One hundred!!!"
"Okay, deal!
It's settled then! "
The evidence was conclusive and irrefutable. Guhan had indeed said one hundred RMB.
"Oh right, I have already sent this recording to BAT for notarization. This is already a legally binding contract. If you violate the contract, we will see it in the arbitration!"
"I am a jungler …" Gongsun Yue slumped to the ground. Things were not going according to his script.
"One hundred RMB is not even enough to pay for the materials!"
…
"Old man, what method do you have to fix Yue Wangjian?
Hurry up and fix it for Mr. Military Governor! "Gongsun Zhi walked to his father and helped him up.
"Are you stupid?
One hundred RMB is not even enough to buy a piece of Hundred Refinement Iron. Fix it for him! "Gongsun Yue said weakly.
"Look at this!" Gongsun Zhi shook his head and projected the day's news into the air.
"Honorable Sword Forger Gongsun Zhi, you have received a remittance of 100000 yuan. Please check it!" Gongsun Yue, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a heavenly voice in his ears.
"This is the deposit. As long as Yue Wangjian fixes it, there will be another 100000 RMB transferred to you!"
Guhan patted Gongsun Yue's shoulder. "How you split it is your son's business!"