The Magical Blacksmith

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

　　 The monks are gearing up, if it weren't for Zhang Ye's scruples, they would have started beating people a long time ago. But immediately, the cultivators realized that Zhang Ye was a well-known iron cock, and he certainly couldn't pay much. Maybe Han Linger would give up working on his own after learning the salary level.

Never thought that Han Linger shook her head: "It's okay without salary." Because Han Linger felt that from the beginning of refining Flying Sword Sky Crystal to the back of Qi Condensing Pill, they were all invaluable things. She owed Zhang Ye too much, naturally. Don't want salary.

　　 The monks were shocked, the goddess is going to post it upside down? How could it work, a group of people said quickly: "Haha, what a joke, boss Zhang has such a good business, how could he treat Senior Sister Ling'er badly..."

　　 "Boss Zhang, our Lingtai Sect will give out hundreds of low-grade spirit stones to the inner disciples every month. Why can't you be less than this number?"

　　 Everyone held Zhang Ye high so that he could not afford the high price, thinking that Zhang Ye would give up recruiting Han Ling'er.

　　Although Han Ling'er has always said that he does not want to pay, Zhang Ye pondered: "Han Xianzi, I can only afford five middle-grade spirit stones per month. What if I don't know what to expect?"

　　 Without waiting for Han Ling'er to speak, a group of monks laughed and pissed: "Haha, five Ling'er stones just want to recruit Senior Sister Ling'er as a clerk. It's so funny."

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

　　 Everyone slandered Zhang Ye as an iron rooster, and he was only willing to pay five yuan... No, everyone was a little confused. What Zhang Ye said just now, was a middle-grade spirit stone?

　　 Han Ling'er was the first to react. Five middle-grade spirit stones, converted into lower-grade spirit stones, are 500 yuan, which is five times that of the Zongmen monthly rule! Although Lingtai Sect disciples can get extra rewards for completing tasks, even if they do tasks every day, they won't earn five middle-grade spirit stones in a month, right?

　　 Han Ling'er thought Zhang Ye had deliberately paid a high price for her face, and waved his hands again and again: "Zhang Ye, this is too much..."

"Very much? I thought I was out of school." Although Zhang Ye was severely exploited by the system, but in his own business, how could he earn more than these dead-wage sect disciples in the system, five middle-grade spirit stones, Zhang Ye three to five You can earn it in the sky, and afterwards, you will earn more and more, so you don’t care about it at all.

Zhang Ye’s words made a group of monks sigh. The blacksmith’s charge is so expensive and the business is so good. They can indeed afford the price, but Zhang Ye is a famous iron **** who is willing to pay so much money. It’s really the sun hitting the west. After coming out, many self-reliant foundation-building monks were a little moved.

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

　　 Yes, that must be the case. Only in this way can we explain Zhang Ye, a barren iron rooster, who is willing to pay the high price of five middle-grade spirit stones!

　　 A group of people became angry, and someone asked angrily: "Boss Zhang, what do you want from Senior Sister Ling'er for such a high salary?"

　　 "Anyone who wants to bully Senior Sister Ling'er will provoke revenge from the whole family!"

　　 "Bah, silly, nasty..." Someone whispered.

　　 Zhang Ye was stunned, so he hired a clerk, why did he go awry? However, Zhang Ye was also about to talk about the specific work of the clerk, so he said to Han Ling'er: "The responsibilities of the clerk are a bit arduous."

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

　　 "If I dare to let Senior Sister Ling'er be a cow or a horse and serve tea and water, I will be the first to express dissatisfaction."

　　Some monks couldn't help but scolded.

Han Ling'er didn't pay much attention. She was worried about how to repay Zhang Ye, and said, "No matter how difficult the work is, I promise to complete it, but can you explain it more specifically?" After all, Han Ling'er has no working experience and is a little curious. .

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

　　 The words "responsible for collecting money" are like a bolt from the blue, slashing the cultivators present to the outside and the inside, **** it. Is this the arduous task?

　　 Counting money every day, you can earn five middle-grade spirit stones in one month. This is simply a good thing to fall into the sky!

　　 "Boss Zhang, is our shop still short of clerk? My cultivation base in the later stage of foundation construction is fast and accurate in counting money..." A foundation master who had previously relied on his identity also couldn't stand the temptation and asked with a shy face.

"Pharaoh, please start up. Boss Zhang clearly requires a good character. How can you guys who see money and open eyes be competent as a clerk in a blacksmith shop?" A monk made a generous statement, making everyone's faces hot. , After all, they still slandered Boss Zhang and couldn't afford to pay, but then, the monk changed his conversation, patted his chest, flattering, "Boss Zhang, I have a good character and righteousness, do you think it's okay?"

　　 "Fuck you..." The others came back to their senses, dare to say that we were trying to hold ourselves up, but they were so angry that they rushed up and slapped the monk.

　　 Zhang Ye was a little speechless, and said: "The small shop is profitable, only one recruit."

　　 If Zhang Ye’s blacksmith shop was called Libo, other shops would have lost their pants. The monks looked strange, but they also knew that Zhang Ye did only hire one person, and they became very upset.

Han Ling'er came back to his senses at this moment. He didn't expect to collect money and earn five middle-grade spirit stones a month. He quickly said: "Zhang Ye, if you just do this kind of thing, you don't need so much salary... …"

　　 "Oh, do you look down on this job?" Zhang Ye sighed deliberately, "Then I will find someone else."

　　 A group of monks were full of eyes and raised their hands: "Boss Zhang, I am willing to do it!"

　　 "Don't, I just do it." Han Linger had no choice but to agree. She really wanted to help Zhang Ye to do something, but never thought, it seemed that she was taking advantage of it again? However, Han Ling'er thought, she must do something within his power in the future to be worthy of Zhang Ye's salary.

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

　　 Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and recruited a good clerk, and the system also gave a ding-dong, prompting the task to be completed, and he received the Feijian forging gift package.

　　 In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ye mastered all the forging techniques of Feijian Magical Artifacts. Whether it was forging or refining and repairing, any grade could be competent, and finally, he could start a new business.

　　Zhang Ye thought for a while, walked to the notice board outside the shop and prepared to add new business with a pen, but at this moment, Zhang Ye suddenly became silent. Now that the types of business are increasing, how to set the price?

Sure enough, the system jumped out again at this time: "Since the host has grown into a small and well-known master forging, it should be priced from the time cost, whether it is a low-grade artifact or a top-grade artifact, whether it is repaired or built, every time For the shot, ten high-grade spirit stones will be charged uniformly."

Zhang Ye's head was a little dizzy, ten high-grade spirit stones, that would be a full 100,000 when converted into low-grade spirit stones, and the meaning of the system, even if it is to repair a low-grade magic weapon level flying sword, it must be collected. Expensive price...

　　 Zhang Ye thought that the customers in the store now are mainly gas refiners and foundation builders, and no one can afford it.

　　 "The system is not easy for monks, so are you not afraid of killing people if you charge such a fee?" Zhang Ye tried to ask.

　　 "Not afraid." The system answered briefly.

　　 Zhang Ye was speechless for a while, of course you are not afraid, and you will not be beaten then.

　　 But Zhang Ye immediately thought that as the future **** of forging, he still has confidence in his craftsmanship and works. Maybe over time, everything he forged will appreciate. In addition, operating a blacksmith's shop is not for charity. If you blindly try to help others tide over the difficulties, you will harm others and yourself.

　　 Zhang Ye approved the system’s suggestion and reached out to wipe the content on the sign.

　　 "Wow, boss Zhang, you erased the number of refining a flying sword every day, are you planning to increase the number of refining?"

　　 "Boss Zhang is a good man!"

　　 Zhang Ye just erased the limited number. I never thought that the monks would have misunderstood, especially the monks who were queuing for refinement, one by one was like eating Mad Dog Pill and drooling.

　　 Faced with the inquiries from everyone, Zhang Ye looked a little weird, and replied vaguely: "Well, there is no limit."

　　 The monks got the correct answer, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was so excited that it howled to the sky, even the elder Wu who guarded Lingtai Town was alarmed, and said, "Don’t make a lot of noise!"

　　 Everyone hurriedly fell silent, but they still squeezed their excitement and jumped around.

　　 The system does not require a limited amount of refinement, but if you know the truth, you will definitely have tears. Zhang Ye sighed and wiped out all the words on the sign.

　　 Immediately, Zhang Ye took a pen and wrote: "Undertake all Feijian forging business (only magical instruments)..."

　　 When Zhang Ye wrote here, the monks exclaimed: "Boss Zhang, if you undertake all the forging business, does it include building a top-grade flying sword?"

　　 "Include." Zhang Ye replied.

　　 The monks were already very happy when they thought that there was no limit to refinement, but never thought, they also started the business of creating top-grade flying swords, and the scene of Zhang Ye's last time creating a local tyrant sword is vivid. Who doesn't want to have a top-grade magic weapon! Many monks fainted with happiness: "Boss Zhang, you are my father..."

　　 "Every year we have today, and every year we have the present..."

　　 Many monks even started singing and dancing with excitement.

　　 Someone suddenly came to his senses, thinking of Zhang Ye's urination, which has always been very expensive, and asked tremblingly: "Boss Zhang, how much does it cost to build a high-grade magic weapon?"

　　 After hearing the sound, everyone calmed down, hoping that the price would not be too high, and looked at Zhang Ye with scorching eyes.

　　 Zhang Ye did not answer, holding a pen, and finishing the next few words, on the notice board, the full text is as follows: "Undertake all the forging business of Feijian (only for magical instruments), charge by time, 10 high-grade spirit stones each time."

　　 Everyone took a deep breath, and the sound of lying in the trough was endless, the monk was standing unsteadily and fell down...