Chapter 1162 [1162] To be honest, the other Zhanlu sword is in my hand
After listening to Ye Feng's explanation, Lu Daoquan looked at the Zhanlu sword in his hand with a look of shock, "Tsk tsk, so this sword has such a great origin? It really is a priceless treasure."

Lu Xianzong immediately came out to take credit, "Dad, I didn't waste my money this time, did I?"

Lu Daoquan glared at him and said, "Why are you showing off? It's just a blind cat that caught a dead mouse. What's there to be proud of?"

Lu Xianzong just laughed and didn't argue with him.

Lu Daoquan turned his head and looked at Ye Feng again, "Mr. Ye, since you know so much about this sword, do you think it's worth spending 500 million island currency?"

Lu Xianzong also looked at Ye Feng nervously. If he said it was not worth it, he would probably be beaten again.

Ye Feng glanced at the "Zhanlu Sword" and said, "For an ancient famous weapon like the Zhanlu Sword, it cannot be measured by money."

"Some time ago, I met a man selling the Zhanlu Sword in Nanyue. Someone offered 100 million Chinese national currency, but he refused to sell it..."

When Lu Daoquan and his son heard this, they were immediately overjoyed.

Ten billion Chinese national currencies are equivalent to twenty billion island national currencies!

So, this deal was a big win?

"Hahaha, that's what I told you. I definitely didn't waste any money this time. I wonder who will dare to call me a spendthrift in the future?"

"Good son, you finally did something that impressed your father. Even if I die now, I can still meet my ancestors."

"Woohaha, 20 billion? How much money is that? Are you kidding, Mr. Ye?"

"How could that be? Mr. Ye is one of the most knowledgeable people in Nanyue Province. He is very experienced and experienced."

"Since he said he saw someone selling the Zhanlu Sword last time, then that must be the case, haha."

"Did someone sell it last time? Wait... Dad, how many of these Zhanlu swords are there?"

"Nonsense, since it's a divine weapon, there must be only one."

"Since there's only one, where did he see it last time?"

"Uh……"

The father and son were so proud of themselves for a moment that they did not react until now, and their smiles froze on their faces.

"Yes, Mr. Ye, the Zhanlu Sword is in my hand now. Where did you see it last time?" Lu Daoquan immediately looked at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The two finally came to their senses. "Ahem, to be honest, the other Zhanlu sword is in my hand."

Lu Daoquan was confused, "Mr. Ye, how many Zhanlu swords are there?"

"Only one." Ye Feng answered with certainty.

"Since there is only one, how come you have another one?" Lu Xianzong also spoke hurriedly.

Ye Feng was too lazy to beat around the bush with this strange father and son, "Tell me the truth, your Zhanlu sword is fake."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Lu Xianzong shouted harshly. He could not accept this fact.

Although Lu Daoquan was not as excited as his son, he looked at Ye Feng with doubt, "You said this is fake, do you have any evidence?"

Ye Feng looked at him with a smile, "Can I see this sword?"

Lu Daoquan hesitated for a moment, but still handed him the sword.

After Ye Feng took it, he looked over and over, then flicked the sword twice, with an even bigger smile on his face, "The casting process of this sword is really good. If I hadn't seen the real Zhanlu Sword, I would probably have been fooled."

Lu Daoquan was not satisfied with this answer. "Tell me, what makes you say this sword is fake?"

Ye Feng had no choice but to explain to him, "Because the Zhanlu Sword is a bronze sword, and this sword is made of fine steel."

Lu Xianzong hastily retorted, "How do you know that the Zhanlu Sword is a bronze sword?"

Cheng Fei'er, who was standing by, tried to hold back her laughter. "Because weapons in the Spring and Autumn Period were basically made of bronze, iron weapons did not become popular until after the Han Dynasty. This is common knowledge in elementary school history."

Lu Xianzong still couldn't accept the fact and continued to refute, "This was forged by Master Ou Yezi. Maybe he had already started making iron swords a long time ago?" Ye Feng was speechless at this illiterate person, but still patiently explained, "Although Master Ou Yezi is very powerful, it is impossible for him to be thousands of years ahead of his time."

"You can take a look at the casting process of this sword. It is obviously cast by modern machinery. It is impossible to be made by hand."

Several people present had not noticed it at first, but after he reminded them, they looked at the sword again.

This sword does not look like it was made purely by hand, because many of the edges and corners are too neat, and it can be seen at first glance that it was cut by a machine tool.

But Lu Xianzong still objected, "You said so much, but it's just empty talk. I think you want to trick us into selling it to you at a low price so that you can get a bargain, right?"

Ye Feng was defeated by his amazing train of thought and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Lu Xianzong thought he had guessed right, "Haha, I got it right, didn't I? I knew from the first glance that you didn't look like a good person, and you actually tricked me into coming to our house?"

Although Lu Daoquan was not as harsh in his words as his son, there was suspicion in his eyes, and it was obvious that he did not completely believe what Ye Feng said.

Cheng Feier pulled Ye Feng's arm and said, "Ye Feng, just prove it to them."

Ye Feng looked around and saw a samurai sword hanging on the wall of the office. He immediately walked over and took it down. "President Lu, this samurai sword is pretty good. It should be very sharp, right?"

Lu Daoquan waved his hand, "It's just a decoration, not a precious sword."

Ye Feng nodded, "That's good. Since this Zhanlu sword is a famous ancient weapon, it must be very sharp."

"I will chop it with this decorative knife now. If it breaks, will it prove that this sword is fake?"

Lu Xianzong hurriedly protected the sword, "What if you can't cut it?"

Ye Feng couldn't help but smile, "If it can't be cut, doesn't it prove that this sword is real? Then I congratulate you on picking up a huge bargain."

Lu Xianzong shook his head, "Not enough."

Ye Feng looked at him helplessly, "What else do you want?"

Lu Xianzong showed a sly smile on his face, "If you can't cut it, it proves that this sword is real."

"You just said that the real Zhanlu Sword is worth 1 billion Chinese Yuan, so I will sell it to you for 1 billion."

After he said that, he stared at Ye Feng, waiting for his reply.

Ye Feng couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, I agree."

"It's settled then, you can't go back on your word, okay?"

When Lu Xianzong heard Ye Feng's agreement, he was afraid that Ye Feng would go back on his word, so he immediately provoked him.

In fact, he now believes Ye Feng's words 80% of the time and thinks there is probably something wrong with this sword.

But he spent nearly 30 million Chinese yuan on this sword. If it turns out to be a fake, his father would probably skin him alive.

Now that Ye Feng, the unfortunate victim, has come to take over, he is immediately overjoyed.

His plan was actually very simple. Even if the sword was fake, it was forged from fine steel and was not so easy to cut.

What Ye Feng was holding in his hand was just a decorative knife. It was simply a pipe dream for him to want to cut a steel knife.

As long as he can't cut it off, you have to spend money to buy his sword.

I spent 30 million Chinese Yuan to buy it and sold it for 1 billion Yuan, making more than 30 times the profit, which was enough to impress my father.

Hahahaha, I’m simply a genius!

He has begun to look forward to having 1 billion in his hands.

(End of this chapter)