"No problem, I've got plenty of money. How much?" Lu Ren rarely showed such bravado.
"Hmm, my best swords here are top-notch, going for thirteen million six hundred thousand."
"Holy crap, boss, are you robbing me?!"
The weapon shop owner seemed displeased: "What are you talking about? This is top-tier craftsmanship of cold weapons, and many of the ultra-tough alloys are sourced from materials labs through special channels. Without connections, don't even think about it. Were it not for business being bleak these past years, I'd have doubled the price!"
Lu Ren coughed awkwardly: "Boss, something more modest will do. I don't have that much money."
The weapon shop owner didn't even look up: "I already guessed that. You haven't acquired an air of wealth yet despite having money. Three hundred thousand, I know you're from a Martial Arts Family; it will definitely satisfy you."
