"Boy, didn't you hear what our young master said? Are you blind or deaf? Don't you even recognize the words of Young Master Zhao Sheng of our Lingxu Sword Sect?"
"Move aside. Don't block my way! I don't know you!" Anger flared in Zhou Tianlong's heart at their arrogant words, but he did not particularly want trouble either, so he shouted at the lackey blocking his path.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know us. Leave what our young master wants, and then you can scram." The lackey spoke arrogantly, instead taking another step forward to block Zhou Tianlong's way.
"Why should I give you something I bought? If you want one, go buy it from the manager yourselves."
"Oh! Getting feisty, are you? What if I want that very piece?"
"I bought this. It's not for sale!"
"How about this, boy? I'll pay three times the price. This young master is in a good mood today, so I'll let you make a handsome profit. Look, you only just bought it, and you can turn around and make twice what you paid."
"Not for sale!" Zhou Tianlong said coldly, not even wanting to bother with them.
"Fine! Name your price, as long as you hand over the ore," Zhao Sheng said, growing somewhat impatient.
"I said... it's not for sale! Move!" Zhou Tianlong said angrily.
By now, the manager had also been left bewildered by the sudden turn of events.
Then he realized that he had misjudged the ore he had just sold. He felt as though he had suddenly lost several hundred million, and regret ate him alive.
Seeing that Zhou Tianlong would yield to neither oil nor salt, Zhao Sheng rolled his eyes in thought and said to the manager, "Manager, I'll pay three times the price for