"Wait here for a while." After the young man said that, he walked towards the back hall.
The young weapon refiner left for a while, and a pretty-looking woman who was also wearing the costume of a weapon refiner walked out of the back hall, holding a cup of fragrant tea in her hand and walked towards Mu Bai.
"Sir, please come and sit here."
The woman pointed to the wooden chair in front of her and said to Mu Bai.
Mubai nodded slightly, Yiyan sat on the wooden chair, took the fragrant tea from the woman's hand, and saw the woman turned and left.
…
In a secret room in the back hall of the store.
The young weapon refiner walked into the room and tapped the wall in front of him three times. The wall immediately rose up automatically, and a courtyard with an elegant landscape appeared in front of him. There was a luxurious villa in the courtyard.
The young weapon refiner hesitated for a while, looked at the scale in his hand, gritted his teeth, and then plucked up the courage to walk into the wall.
In front of a round stone table in the yard, a middle-aged man, about fifty years old, was sitting there and looking at a design drawing in his hand, as if thinking about something.
The middle-aged appearance was relatively ordinary, and he wore a pair of thick glasses on the bridge of his nose. He seemed not to notice the arrival of the young weapon refiner.
"Master." The young weapon refiner pretended to cough dryly, interrupting the middle-aged man's contemplation.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man put down the design drawing in his hand, glanced back at the young weapon refiner, and said in a deep voice: "Ger, didn't I tell you not to come here to disturb me if you have nothing to do?"
The young weapon refiner's face turned slightly pale, and he was a little afraid of the middle-aged man. He answered: "Master, there is a kid outside, and I insist that you go see him."
"A boy?" the middle-aged man said slightly angrily: "Don't you know how to send me away?"
The young weapon refiner said: "He...he gave me something and said that if you see it, you will definitely go to see him."
"Bring it here." The middle-aged man slowly stretched out a palm.
The young weapon refiner put the scales in his hand into the palm of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man moved his palm in front of his eyes, held the frame on the bridge of his nose with his other hand, and looked at the pitch-black scales carefully. His eyes were dull at first, then gradually became surprised, then shocked, and finally he was shocked.