Chapter 277: True or False

The sharp knife on the table next to the depressed middle-aged man was wrapped in clothes and only exposed a corner, but the cold light and murderous spirit reflected by the sharp knife showed that the sharp knife was really different from ordinary knives.

"Waiter, pay the bill!"

The depressed middle-aged man drank the two bottles of beer and his face turned a little red. When he saw that there was no real rich man coming, he took out a dilapid 50 yuan from his body and stood up and said helplessly.

"Alas! It's another place with no money, so we can only go to the next one.

The price of those control knives, such as ultra-long fruit knives, will not be less than three digits or even four digits. Not to mention the price of other real knives or swords.

When the depressed middle-aged man clamped the sharp knife and was about to go out, Ye Chutian took a look at Lin Qingxiong and shouted at him.

"Are you selling knives?"

The depressed middle-aged man looked into the corner and found that Ye Chutian and Lin Qingxiong were well dressed and were rich. They thought they were going to buy knives and walked over to the two.

"Two bosses, this knife was really made by the descendants of the Qin family. If our company hadn't lost money recently, it would have been impossible to sell this treasure knife at a low price!"

However, Ye Chutian had no expression. He glanced at the sharp knife and said.

"Brother, your knife doesn't even have a scabbard. Isn't it an ordinary broken knife to deceive people?"

"Hmm!"

"You're wrong. No scabbard doesn't mean it's not a good knife!"

"If you don't forget it, don't insult this knife, let alone insult your personality."

When the depressed middle-aged man heard Ye Chutian's words, he felt very angry and clamped the sharp knife again and was ready to leave the bar.

"Wait!"

"Brother, because I can't confirm the authenticity of your knife, we have to talk about it slowly."

"I don't have extra time. If you don't buy it, I'll go somewhere else."

"Brother, this sword is the same as in other places. It has never been seen in light. Why don't you talk to me? I also just received a sword made by the descendants of the Qin family. Why don't we compare it to confirm the authenticity of your knife?

The depressed middle-aged man suddenly appeared in the bar and has attracted the attention of some customers.

However, when they saw that he just came to sell knives and no other guests asked about the price, they didn't pay much attention to it? However, now it's different. The downtrodden middle-aged man seems to have met a buyer.

"I'm afraid of destroying your sword, and then I won't have money to pay for it!"

The depressed middle-aged man refused directly.

"If your knife is really so sharp, as long as you can scratch my sword, I won't be far away and you will lose money. On the contrary, I will give you 10,000 yuan. As long as there is a gap, I will give you 50,000 yuan."

The customers who are coming to watch the lively are in an uproar. Haven't they really seen this kind of good show yet?

In the final analysis, the depressed middle-aged man still takes advantage of it. If his sword is really so powerful, then he will make a steady profit.

From another perspective, it can verify the authenticity of the knife of the depressed middle-aged.

"There is no basis for saying it, I don't believe it!"

When the depressed middle-aged people heard this, they were still a little hesitant. Other guests felt that Ye Chutian could not be so generous. 10,000 yuan at will. Isn't that rich and nowhere to spend?

"You testify!"

Ye Chutian called the bragging young waiter over.

Soon, the depressed middle-aged and other customers saw Ye Chuzhen take out a large pile of 100-yuan banknotes from their bodies.

"There is 30,000 yuan in cash here!"

Ye Chutian took out a stack and gave it to the bragging waiter.

"This is for you. You testify as an intermediary."

Real gold and silver are in front of you, and the depressed middle-aged man has nothing else to say.

"Okay, you guys compare!"

"I'll testify!"

So fast, 10,000 yuan fell into his pocket, which really came faster than the money printing machine.

When Ye Chutian took out a sharp sword from the corner of the wall and took away the scabbard of the sharp sword, the light of the bar laser light shone on the cold light.

"Good sword!"

"It's really a good sword!"

...

The onlookers saw it, and whether they really understood it or not, they all said one after another.

Because they just heard from Ye Chutian that the sword was forged by the descendants of Master Qin, and it is certain that it is a sword.

"Try it and you will know!"

When the depressed middle-aged man took out the sharp knife wrapped around his clothes, others could see its true face.

It is a big knife with a thick arm, with a golden handle and pure gold carving. On the body of the knife, there are also exquisite fine lines. On the surface, those who know knives or don't know knives think it is really a good knife.

The depressed middle-aged man took the sharp knife and cut the sharp sword held by Ye Chutian fiercely. The sword touched each other, and in the dark corner, it actually emitted a dazzling spark.

"Hum!"

"Hum!"

"Bang!"

The sword touched each other three times and made a sound.

When Ye Chutian took away the sharp sword, the depressed middle-aged man also took away the sharp knife.

"Brother, my sword is fine."

"My knife is also fine."

When the bragging waiter looked at the two, he found that their swords were still the same as before, with no cracks and no gaps.

"Brother, it seems that our two swords are from the descendants of Master Qin."

The depressed middle-aged man looked at Ye Chutian and said.

"It's a blessing to see a sword and a knife at the same time."

"The swords of both of you are comparable!"

Lin Qingxiong, who has been thinking about drinking, said.

"Second brother, it's really like that!"

"Maybe your sword is not as good as his sword."

"In that case, brother, I still lost."

Ye Chutian pulled out a stack of 100-yuan banknotes and handed them to the depressed middle-aged man.

"What are you?"

"I said that if I lost, I would give you 10,000 yuan. Just now, my sword didn't win, which means that my sword still lost."

Those customers didn't expect Ye Chuzhen to be so generous. As they said, they felt that the depressed middle-aged people had met noble people.

"Brother, this is not good!"

The depressed middle-aged man said a little moved.

"I'm willing to bet and lose!"

"I like to collect famous knives very much. I don't know how much you are willing to sell me?"

You can confirm that the knife of the depressed middle-aged man is real, so you can ask the price.

"This!"

The depressed middle-aged man stretched out three fingers.

The bragging waiter and other customers were a little confused about the finger posture when they looked over.

"Is it 30,000?"

The bragging waiter asked.

"At least 300,000 cash!"

When the bragging waiters and other gangsters heard the knife and bid at least 300,000 yuan, they almost fainted. I really couldn't believe that the value of a sharp knife was more than 300,000 yuan.

In the opinion of the bragging waiter, the money is enough for him to go back to the town to buy a good house.

"Brother, your sharp knife is not high at 300,000 yuan. I know its collection value."

"However, I don't have so much cash. If you agree to sell me that knife, you can follow me to my house or ATM."