"Sir, you really know how to joke."
The construction worker (fake) fought the urge to roll his eyes and said with an awkward grin, "Two swords for a million, five hundred thousand each. Yours must be famous swords, right? Then you shouldn't be setting up a stall here!"
Famous swords were fine swords forged by renowned craftsmen in the industry, usually priced from hundreds of thousands to over a million. Above them were master swords, top-tier hand-forged swords custom-made by master craftsmen, costing several million or even tens of millions.
Every professional swordsman dreamed of owning a master sword, but in reality, most swordsmen could not even afford a famous sword and could only use standard-issue swords made on factory assembly lines.
Standard-issue swords were much cheaper. A few thousand or tens of thousands was already considered quite good.
Of course, there were even cheaper ones, such as the few-hundred-yuan goods made by small workshops, but no professional swordsman would ever use that kind of trash sword—it was far too embarrassing.
And a sword worth five hundred thousand definitely had to be a famous sword!
Zuo Yi claiming that the two swords at his stall cost a million nearly left this stall owner, who knew a little about swords, too speechless to complain.
You really were something else!
The Shang and Zhou, ahem, antiques from last week at my stall only dared ask for thirty or fifty thousand, and they could still sell for three or five hundred. Was it really appropriate for you to sell million-yuan famous swords at a temporary stall?
However, he had still underestimated Zuo Yi.
Zuo Yi crossed the two bladed swords over the wooden chest and corrected him. "The one million I mentioned is the price of one sword. The two swords would cost