"Draw your swords!" With a single order from Teng Yongfan, the tribesmen one by one took down the cloth bags from their backs and pulled out bundles of icy-cold blades from the animal hide wrappings.

  A bundle of Bixian knives fell to the ground, emitting a low hum. The cavalry leader sat in his chair, proudly glancing at the Bixian knives on the ground: "Old Zhang, have these Bixian knives inspected one by one, and prevent these mountain people from passing off inferior goods!"

  "Yes, sir." A tall middle-aged man walked over with big strides, calling out to the others, "Everyone come and take a good look at each of these knives."

  The rope came undone with a clang! The icy-cold knife scattered all over the ground.

  A guard, holding the Frostbite Knife, examined it carefully. The Frostbite Knife emitted a faint green glow throughout its body, and when grasping the hilt, one could feel a cool sensation, with a sharp blade that was undoubtedly a good knife.

  "Adults." Old Zhang threw a Bi Han knife at the cavalry leader.

  The leader took over the Bihandao, carefully measured it for a moment, and nodded slightly: "It looks like its okay, I dont know how it will be used."

  "Dont worry, everyone," Teng Yongfan said with a smile of confidence. "Each and every one of these Bihuan swords has been tested by us before being sent out. Our Teng Family Village has never sold a single inferior sword."

  "Hmph, it was only confirmed after verification." The cavalry leader glanced at Old Zhang, and Old Zhang understood implicitly.

  "Bring in the wood." The guard called Old Zhang said loudly.

  A large amount of firewood was carried over in bundles and then thrown directly onto the ground, scattering all over the place.

  "Each of you use a hatchet to chop wood and see who can do it." Old Zhang said.

  These guards then used the Bihuan knife to slash at the wood, and saw that each piece of wood split open with a loud crack. The Bihuan knife did not have a single blade that was rolled back. Teng Yongfan saw this scene and only coldly smiled in his heart. The ultimate skill of the Bihuan knife, after all, had been refined by the ancestors of the Teng family for thousands of years, how could it be inferior?

  "Hmm?" The cavalry leader suddenly stood up, took a Bi Han knife from one of the guards, lightly stroked the blade with his right hand, and immediately sank his face.

  A group of people in Hengs village felt a sudden chill in their hearts.

  "Whats going on? This knife, how did it get sheathed?" The cavalry leader was furious and suddenly threw the Bihandao. With a clang, the Bihandao landed right in front of Teng Qing Shan and his group.

  "How is this possible?" Teng Yongfan picked up his pen again.

  The people around looked and indeed, the Bihuan knife had rolled up its blade.

  Heng Yongfans face changed greatly.

  According to what was established in writing, once a quality problem arises, the trouble will be big.

  "Impossible, absolutely impossible." Teng Yongfan shook his head repeatedly, with a look of urgency on his face. "Ive inspected every single one of them, how could this be?"

  "Impossible." The leader sneered.

  "Your Excellency!" Teng Qing Shans voice suddenly rang out, extremely loud, probably audible within hundreds of meters. The cavalry leaders face changed, and he rebuked, "You little brat, keep your voice down! Youre disturbing the big shots resting up ahead. All of you are going to end up in prison!"

  Teng Qing Shan was almost ten years old and looked like just a young boy.

  "Sir, are you skilled in internal energy? The legendary internal energy?" Teng Qing Shan looked at the leader with a mixture of admiration and excitement.

  The leader was taken aback.

  "I just saw, your hand touched that Frostbite Knife, the sharp blade..." Teng Qing Shans words were not finished, when the leaders face changed, and he angrily shouted: "Shut up!"

  Teng Qing Shans face showed an innocent expression, but in his heart, he was coldly smiling. Others didnt notice, but Teng Qing Shans sixth sense was sharp and he had clearly noticed that the originally intact Frosty Edge knife had been stroked by the leader, causing the blade to curl up. In fact, Teng Qing Shan could also do it.

  With such a powerful force applied from the side on the blade, its strange if the blade doesnt curl up.

  Heng Qing Shan could see that this leader was obviously trying to shift the blame onto others.

  "Whats going on?" A voice rang out, and a group of people walked out from the mansion. The leader was a middle-aged man wearing a black fur coat, with a pale face, looking like he had been pampered all his life. Beside him was an adorable young girl wearing a white ermine cloak, with two braids tied up, and behind them were two servants and two personal bodyguards.

  "Old Master." The group of people in the backyard immediately bowed their heads.

  "Oh, the Bihanchao has arrived? Since its here, pay up quickly and let them leave. Whats all the fuss about!" The middle-aged man said with a slight frown.

  "Yes, sir." The leader said.

  "Hey, Qin San, what were you guys arguing about?" The mischievous girl blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, then looked at the group of people from the Teng clan who were wearing animal hides.

  The cavalry leader bowed and said, "Miss, its like this. We ordered goods from them, and now the goods have arrived. We just inspected the goods... but among them, there is a Bihanchi knife with very general quality. When chopping wood, the blade even curled up." The lovely girl listened, looked at Teng Qingshan and his group, frowned, and hummed: "A Bihanchi knife that costs 150 taels, its so expensive, but it cant even chop wood without curling up. How can we want such a weapon?"

  Teng Qing Shan and Teng Yong Fan were shocked in their hearts.

  One hundred and fifty taels for one sword?

  However, the cavalry leaders order was only 100 taels of silver, and now it seems that he doesnt even want to pay the balance.

  "Qin San, what about the other Bihanchao?" The pale-faced middle-aged man replied indifferently.

  "The other Bihanchao is fine." The cavalry leader continued, "But I havent examined it carefully yet."

  "Qin Da, go take a look," said the middle-aged man.

  Behind him, two bodyguards stepped forward. One of them walked directly to the Frostbite Knives and glared at the cavalry leader before picking up a knife and casually swinging it a few times. He turned back and said, "Sir, these Frostbite Knives are quite good. Theyre more than enough for ordinary guards."

  "Alright, Qin San, pay the silver and let them leave quickly. What a ruckus! Middle-aged man said indifferently, then looked at his daughter beside him, "Yuer, lets go, we still have to visit your Uncle Liu today, it wont be good if were late."

  "Yes, Father."

  That lovely girl curiously glanced at Tun Qing and his group a few times, then left with the middle-aged man.

  The guard named Qin Da walked up to the cavalry leader and said in a low voice, "Third Master, dont be too greedy for silver. These people didnt earn their silver easily. If things get out of hand, Master will be angry, dont blame your elder brother for not helping you." After saying that, Qin Da followed the old master away.

  "Not even giving me a bit of face." The cavalry leader saw the group leave, then resentfully said twice, "And Eldest Master, damn it, always looking down on me. Wait till I also reach the sixth layer, wholl still need to look at your face?"

  The cavalry leader cast a cold glance at Teng Yongfan and his group.

  "You hillbillies, this Frostbite Knife has a handle thats actually rolled up, but Im too lazy to bother with you lot. Old Zhang, give them 10,000 taels of silver and let them scram." The cavalry leader ordered.

  Teng Qing Shan furrowed his brow upon hearing this.

  10,000 taels?

  This time, the balance of the goods is 10,200 taels of silver. The cavalry leader said that he didnt plan to pay the 200 taels. Two hundred taels are not a small number. After all, this business has been done, and Tengjiazhuang has earned very little after deducting various costs including labor. These 200 taels cannot be less.

  "Adult......" Teng Yongfan was about to speak.

  "Hmph." The cavalry leaders gaze turned cold, "Today, Ill let you off with just a warning from my Frostbite Sword. If you continue to spout nonsense, be careful or Ill make you all useless, now get out of here!"

  At this time, Old Zhang also took out a 10,000-tael silver note and handed it over to Rong Yongfan.

  Teng Yongfan took the silver ticket, looked at it carefully, and then said in a low voice: "Lets go!" Although the men of Tengjia Village were all brave and strong, they wouldnt be foolish enough to risk everything for just two hundred taels of silver. Everyone was holding back their anger, leaving the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce.

  ******

  Out of Yangzhou Guild Hall, Tengs family members couldnt help but scold their mothers.

  "That Qin San, what a thing, 150 taels for one sword, and hes willing to settle for 100 taels. Today he still doesnt plan on paying the silver." Teng Qinghu was furious and cursed, "If it werent for Qing Shans loud voice, which attracted that old master over here, Im afraid Qin San wouldnt even be allowed to pay the remaining balance."

  Teng Yongfan smiled and looked at Teng Qingshan: "Qingshan, how did you think of attracting the attention of that old man?"

  "I was just anxious, thats why I shouted." Teng Qing Shan said with a smile, "I saw it with my own eyes earlier, the leader of the cavalry touched the blade and it curled up." Although Teng Qing Shan said so, in fact, he deliberately raised his voice to attract the attention of the surrounding salt merchants.

  Even if it doesnt provoke the master of this mansion, as long as it provokes any one of the big salt merchants around here, thats considered a success!

  Heng Yongfan, Heng Qinghu and his group had always lived in the village, after all, they didnt understand the thoughts of those big salt merchants.

  In his past life, Ke Heng was a super killer. Some super-rich people and upper-class individuals understood him psychologically. For those people, money is a small matter, but face is a big deal.

  If it gets out... a certain salt merchant, for the sake of a little silver, got into an argument with a group of mountain people. The merchant would likely become a laughing stock. So, no matter what, within the Yangzhou Chamber of Commerce, that salt merchant would never argue with them over a little silver.

  "No matter what, this time its a narrow escape." Teng Yongfan smiled and said, "Qingshan, since youve grown up and come to Yicheng for the first time, before you go back, Ill take you to a place. It just so happens that I also need to buy some things there."

  "Where is it?" Teng Qing Shan was somewhat curious.

  "Wanxiang Building." Teng Yongfan said.