In the cluttered convenience store that looked like a hardware shop, Zhang Yuanqing's face had already darkened like storm clouds.
From what Lian Sanyue meant, someone had taken a fancy to the Hundred-Forged Furnace's stored energy and wanted to cut in, snatching away the fruits of his labor.
Eighty-five percent of the furnace's energy had come from the eight items he had fed into it, along with materials worth tens of millions. It was practically half his net worth.
And now someone wanted to pick the peaches halfway through?
Zhang Yuanqing stared at the proprietress's gorgeous face, narrowing his eyes. "Proprietress, I kept investing expensive items and materials because I trusted your integrity. I also paid to seal the furnace because of that integrity. And now you're telling me the furnace can't be used?"
Are you courting death?!
Facing Zhang Yuanqing's barely concealed fury and hostile expression, Lian Sanyue remained unruffled. She even picked up her cigar again, took a small puff, and said lazily:
"I promised to seal the furnace for seven days, so it will be seven days. During those seven days, no one but you will use the Hundred-Forged Furnace."
After a pause, she chuckled softly. "But I'm a merchant. Someone wanted to buy firestones and was willing to pay double the market price. I had no reason to refuse."
"But you didn't remind me at the time." Zhang Yuanqing fixed his gaze on her.
Lian Sanyue maintained her languid posture, amusement in her eyes. "You didn't ask. Besides, why should I have reminded you?"
That fits your chaotic-neutral style perfectly. Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath. "Who bought the firestones?"
"Zhao Feichen, the youngest grandson of the Zhao Family head." Lian Sanyue gently exhaled a plume of white smoke.
"The Zhao Family?" Zhang Yuanqing's brow twitched.