64: Chapter 64: The Taste of Betrayal Must Be Experienced 64: Chapter 64: The Taste of Betrayal Must Be Experienced Third Master Ding was a man of presence.
In these years, any trade that involved professional techniques sowhat required a bit of showmanship.
Because ordinary people don’t understand your trade well enough; they don’t know by what specific standards to judge your professionalism.
So, the older and whiter a doctor’s beard, the more in demand he is.
Having lived to such an age without being killed by a patient, that’s the best proof of ability.
Businessn must look sharp on the outside when dealing, no matter how much silver they owe behind the scenes; they must dress impressively and carry themselves with authority.
Fengshui masters are the sa.
You can claim to be poor, using the excuse that your profession is destined to encounter great misfortunes and therefore you dare not covet wealth.
But you absolutely cannot be unlucky, nor can you be outsmarted by others.
If you can’t even figure out your own fate, why would anyone trust you to examine their fengshui?
If no one discovers it and you swallow your losses in silence, like swallowing a broken tooth into your stomach, then so be it.
But this ti, he was cornered by Wang Yunxiao in the street, demanding an explanation in front of all the neighbors.
In this situation, Third Master Ding had only two options.
Either you stubbornly accept the bla,
The loafers of Tiann City used to love this approach.
All tough as nails, not afraid of trouble, their fear was not being famous or being seen as cowards.
It was like that uncle from Baotou who claid responsibility for a bombing case in later years.
Committing a cri, enduring the trouble, that’s what makes a hero.
Being wanted by the Governntal Office for 50 berries was considered an insult to one’s dignity.
Fortunately, such perverse and evil spirits had already been suppressed last year.
Loafers who survived to this year, like Lv’er and such, had spines as soft as green bean cakes, always opting for softness, hesitating even a second longer was a sign of distrust in the governnt’s iron fist.
Third Master Ding was a person of the Jianghu world, but he was just a businessman mingling in the Jianghu.
Just like Jimmy from Liansheng, his involvent in the Jianghu was solely for his own business.
He had no need to court trouble over a little face like those rough-and-tumble paupers, taking every lousy thing upon themselves.
Therefore, Third Master Ding chose the second path, to negotiate with Wang Yunxiao.
Wang Yunxiao’s status in the Jianghu world…
How should I put it…
Isn’t there a saying?
When facing a bear attack, you don’t need to be the fastest runner, just faster than your friend.
After surviving last year’s two major chicken-eating battles, anyone who made it through had their status in the Jianghu world increased by at least one level.
So, Third Master Ding had not only to give face to Wang Yunxiao but to give a lot of it.
Of course, giving face is sothing that’s mutual.
On the agreed date, Third Master Ding sent a clever shop assistant to the school gates to respectfully deliver a red paper invitation with black writing.
Noon, Tianbao Pavilion, don’t be absent.
Wang Yunxiao planned to go alone.
In such situations, Youtiao would be the most suitable to bring along.
Working in tandem, volleying back and forth, they could have an open and thorough discussion.
But the issue was not having a clear understanding of the other party’s footing; if both went together, they could easily be taken out in one fell swoop.
So, Youtiao arranged for Guozi and the others to hold the fort on the outside, observing the situation.
If Wang Yunxiao accidentally got held hostage, there needed to be soone with a cool head on the outside to take charge.
That’s Jianghu experience.
Eryang went out for a bit in the morning and ca back with two knives; he didn’t bring the silver back.
Under everyone’s gaze, his face heated up with embarrassnt, unable to lift his head.
“What happened?”
Youtiao frowned.
“My uncle tricked !”
Eryang pursed his lips and whispered in explanation, “He said that once the knife gets dirty, it can’t be used anymore.
He says he’s giving it to , but didn’t even give change for the silver…”
“What he says goes?”
Guozi sneered, “Are you dead or sothing?
Where’s that fierce fighting spirit from before?”
Eryang spread his hands, “If it weren’t out of respect for my sister-in-law, I would’ve been itching to stab him to death.
He refused to give change, so I snatched his other knife.”
“Are you freaking stupid?
How much is a new knife worth?”
“Then you tell what to do!”
Eryang, unable to back down under Guozi’s glaring, simply rolled up his sleeves and showed his arm, gritting his teeth, “Co on!
Call it here!
One cut for one piece of silver, does that work?”
“Do you think you’re a block of cut candy?
One knife cut for one piece of silver?
If you dare, pull down your pants…”
“That’s enough!”
Wang Yunxiao slapped Guozi on the forehead, pushed him aside, and took the two knives into his hands to inspect them closely.
The knives were indeed fine blades.
The legit kind of Ox Ear Sharp Knife.
About a foot long and three fingers wide, these butchers’ knives were specially used for slaughtering cows and sheep, and were also essential items for the heroes of the Jianghu World when traveling or at ho.
In the past, the heroes of Mount Liang used tools like these when opening up girls’ abdons.
If you saw soone flaunting such a thing in the streets, shooting them dead might be an overreaction, but grabbing them for interrogation was absolutely warranted; there was no doubt sothing to find.
Both knives were soaked with the strong, pungent odor of cattle and sheep, one of them already dark and shiny with an underlying malevolence, and it wouldn’t be surprising if it had seen human blood.
That must be the knife Eryang wanted to borrow.
The other looked relatively new, with a sharp, gleaming blade that clearly was well-maintained as a daily tool for work.
It was hard to say if these two knives were truly worth the five taels of silver.
Wang Yunxiao looked up at Eryang and asked, “Do you know how to use this knife?”
Eryang’s eyes shadowed, and he nodded, “I’ve slaughtered sheep when I was a kid.”
“Sheep and people aren’t the sa.”
“Not much difference.”
He wasn’t wrong there; as long as one has that mindset, indeed, there would be no difference.
Wang Yunxiao returned the old knife to Eryang and kept the new one to himself.
Eryang, puzzled, said, “Big brother, this one is easier to use, I saw them using it when I was a kid…”
“The sll is too strong, it’s stifling.”
Wang Yunxiao ca up with an excuse on the fly.
It’s about who holds a knife and how it’s used that really matters.
The old knife’s malevolence was too intense; taking it to eat als could cause a shock.
What demon or evil spirit?
Now in Wang Yunxiao’s eyes, that’s his beloved dear and kin!
Not even a pound of at should be spared.
Once everything was arranged, he and his brothers grandiosely left the school gate.
He didn’t bring Chen Yan and Little Gourd this ti partly for safety reasons and partly to keep his cards hidden.
In broad daylight, the opponent might not stir up trouble, but they’d certainly probe.
If they really thought Wang Yunxiao’s gang was still the sa as before, that would be perfect.
Striding into Tianbao Pavilion with a swagger, Wang Yunxiao instructed his brothers to sit downstairs, where they occupied two large tables.
He then handed the invitation to the shop assistant and followed him upstairs to the elegant room.
As soon as Wang Yunxiao glanced around the room, he saw only Third Master Ding and his face imdiately darkened.
“Third Master, what’s this about?
Just the two of us today?”
Frankly, it was a bit of a waste of feelings, even spoiling my five taels of silver.
“Brother Wang!
Co, have a seat!”
Third Master Ding, all smiles, stood up and pulled Wang Yunxiao into the seat, “Don’t be anxious, let’s talk while we eat.”
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