The Plane Trading System of the Doomsday Master

Feng Shanlang hadn't seen Lao Wu for a long time. Every time he wanted to buy something, Feng Sanshui went there in person.

So, when he saw the skull-like old Wu, the cigarette in his mouth dropped.

"Brother Wu?" The bald scalp and the old and shriveled skin covering the bones looked like a living skeleton. The only difference was that he also had a pair of protruding eyes.

Lao Wu was sitting in a wheelchair, his purple lips trembling slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly coughed violently, as if he was coughing out his heart, liver, and lungs. Feng Shanlang was so shocked that he regained consciousness and immediately strode forward. The former helper asked, "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you? Why are you so thin?" His hand was attached to Lao Wu's back, and the sharp knife-like back pricked his hand, making Feng Shanlang feel depressed.

Lao Wu was five years older than his brother. Logically speaking, Lao Wu would have been in his forties when he died. He was in the prime of life. Why did this happen suddenly? An ominous premonition gathered in his heart. Brother Wu looked like this, and it was very possible. It's a serious illness, otherwise Boss Jin's respect for Brother Wu and his brother's friendship with Brother Wu would never take the villa back.

and so……

He doesn't need to take out those drawings, they won't be completed.

"Did Feng Laosan ask you to come?" He finally stopped. Lao Wu took a sip of water and asked with a weak breath, a loud hissing sound coming from his throat.

"Yes, my brother asked me to come and take a look." Feng Shanlang whispered.

If he had known this, he should have bought something.

"You want to see me?" Lao Wu's eyes turned and looked bigger and more protruding.

Feng Shanlang nodded, "Brother Wu, what's wrong with you?"

Brother Wu never married. If he were to die, his craftsmanship would be taken into the coffin. It would be a pity.

"It's okay, lung cancer." Lao Wu said lightly, as if he was not the one who was sick.

Feng Shanlang's heart sank, as expected.

With current medical treatment, lung cancer cannot be cured.

"Are you short of knives again?"

Feng Shanlang: ...Okay.

He took out the blueprint from his arms and handed it to Lao Wu.

"Turn on the lights."

Feng Shanlang did as he was told, and the room was brightly lit, giving him a clear view of the entire house.

The house is not big, only 60 square meters, with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. The hall is Lao Wu's studio.

The south-facing location is the lobby, which is nearly twenty-five square meters. Except for the three-plus square meters where they are currently staying, the other locations are occupied by materials and knife-making machines and materials. There are piles of finished products in the corners.

Feng Shanlang stared at the pile of finished products in the corner. He couldn't move his eyes. Just sitting there, the sharp blade was enough to irritate his eyes. Just looking at it from a distance, he knew it was a good knife. Although it cannot be customized, there are finished products that the boss needs urgently, so he should be able to accept it. Brother Wu is like this, how can he forge a knife.

"Where did this blueprint come from?" Lao Wu's rough voice sounded, pulling Feng Shanlang back from his wandering thoughts.

"Given it to me and my brother's new boss."

"New boss?" Lao Wuyi frowned, his dry brows wrinkled, looking scary.

"Well, I..." Feng Shanlang started talking. He talked about everything from the time they met to the present to the origin of the relationship. Lao Wu remained silent and listened quietly, waiting for what Feng Shanlang said. His mouth was dry, so he closed his mouth and looked for some water to moisten his throat. Only then did he realize that Lao Wu's eyes were staring at him motionless, intersecting more sharply than before, as if they were about to roll down.

Feng Shanlang trembled in his heart, swallowed, and thought to himself, Brother Wu's current appearance is really scary.

"Let me see her." The Celestial Master, a Celestial Master who knows how to design weapons, has never seen her before.

Uh-huh... Feng Shanlang is a little embarrassed. His boss is not easy to talk to. Moreover, their brothers have almost lost touch with the boss recently. Now he just wants to live in silence and pretend not to know anything. His eldest brother thinks the same way. .

"No, no knife."

"No, Brother Wu!" Even if it can't be forged according to the drawings, it's not even ready-made. If the boss gets angry later, the two brothers will be helpless and live on the street.

Lao Wu glanced at the crying person, turned his wheelchair and went to the work area without saying a word, and began to pick and choose among the finished products.

" Tell her that I want to see her. Of course, see her or not, it’s up to you.”

Feng Shanlang came empty-handed, but when he returned, he had an extra coat on him.

Yuan's security.

Yuan Zhuan took the short blade from Feng Shanlang's hand. The black handle was cold in his hands, and the sharp blade shone coldly in the sun, carrying an indescribable aura.

What a knife! Even if she hadn't tried it, she was sure of how powerful the knife was.

Satisfied, Yuan Zhuan raised his hand and waved it towards the glass on the coffee table, click!

The blade lightly scratched the cup handle and broke completely.

Pupils shrank, surprise flashed in Yuan Zhuan's eyes, he stood up and held a knife in his hand, "You can bring him over now to the office in the park."

"Hey. Okay, I'll go now." Feng Shanlang ran away in surprise, as if he was afraid that the people behind him would regret it.

"Master, you are looking for me." Wu Tianqing came in.

"Come on, try it." Yuan Zhuan handed over the knife.

Wu Tianqing was stunned for a second, then took it, how to try?

It looks like a hatchet, and the blade is wider than a hatchet.

Yuan Zhuan did not answer Wu Tianqing's doubts, but took a bunch of newspapers and handed them over.

Understood in seconds.

Wu Tianqing grabbed the newspaper and pulled it on the blade of the knife. He hissed and scattered pieces of paper on the ground, which were sharp and razor-sharp.

"Good knife." As if to verify his words, Wu Tianqing picked up the wooden chair beside him and struck it with another knife. The back of the chair broke with a sound, and the broken section was smooth, leaving no wood stubble at all.

Wu Tianqing's eyes lit up!

"The man who forged the knife is called Lao Wu, Feng Sanshui's eldest brother who grew up with me. I only needed a small number of knives, but now it seems that maybe we can ask him to make a batch of daggers." With daggers, it will be much more convenient to go on missions. .

"Okay. Everyone should like it." Men who are always on the edge of danger, no one doesn't like weapons, and daggers are just the most common ones.

"He wants to see me. Let's go to the park to meet him, you together."

"Yes."

Lao Wu thought that he might agree, but he didn't expect that he would agree so quickly. Within an hour, the person came again.

Park.

Cao Ming is directing the vehicles to unload, while newcomers Xu Xiang and You Xu are in charge of counting the goods.

Standing at the gate of the factory and looking at the mountains of rice, flour and other supplies, if he hadn't been sure that there was no natural disaster in China, he might have thought that these were disaster relief supplies.

I don’t know what’s wrong with his boss. He has been tinkering with these things. Every time they arrive, they are emptied out. He never knows where they go.

It wasn't that he was curious, but based on his understanding of Yuan Zhuan, no one could ask her what she didn't want to say.

Come on, working people, why do you think so much?

"Xu Xiang, ask the driver to dump the package to the right. There are clothes there... yes, that's right there..."