Chapter 29
After a day, Lin Fan managed to get himself some scrap iron. He was like a dog with two tails now as he felt that success was getting nearer.
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Thinking about the sneaky bandits, Lin Fan saw red.
Snakes, a disgrace to their ancestors, and idiots.
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When I have finished making the grenades, they’ll know.
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Lin Fan kept the iron in his storage ring and headed home, planning to collect more the day after and start making grenades.
Of course, the scrap iron he had collected was enough. But the more the merrier, right?
As soon as I have some grenades, the bandits won’t be enough for me!
Holy god. I have never seen such a dog in my life.
This event caused a commotion within the crowd. The disciples ran toward Huang Fugui’s cart, abandoning Lin Fan’s cart.
Wow, trash is valuable now. I’ll soon be rich!
Lin Fan watched the scrap iron pile up in the other party’s cart.
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On the other hand, Huang Fugui wasn’t exactly having a good time. This is hard-earned money and I’m spending it on trash to take revenge on an idiot?
But watching Lin Fan glancing at him angrily, Huang Fugui felt that he was on cloud nine.
He could sure come up with some bullshit. I’ll talk the sense out of him later on, haha.
Hmm, what should I say?
“Can you see this?
“This is what you can do with money, which is something you lack.”
However, expectations always varied from reality; Lin Fan had already pushed his cart and went off.
The servant bought every disciple’s scrap iron and came to Huang Fugui happily. “Senior Brother, it’s all done. That dog won’t be getting any.”
“How much did it cost?” Huang Fugui asked.
“Twenty-thousand and four hundred YHB, Senior Brother,” the disciple said in all smiles.
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“What?” Huang Fugui’s heart sank upon hearing the amount. “That much?”
Looking at the scrap iron that was piled up into a hill, Huang Fugui had a bad feeling.
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Lin Fan went back to his place, cursing at Huang Fugui in his heart.
What the hell. This is such bad luck. Nevermind, I’ll just ignore him. I have enough to create grenades.
“For the next few days, I’ll use my brain and let everyone know how powerful Lin Fan is. Wait for my gifts.”
Lin Fan snickered upon thinking about the scrap iron that Huang Fugui collected. Cry for your money, dude.
Trying to make a fool out of me? Do you even know who Lin Fan is?
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Over the next few days, he spent his time making grenades, and he did not leave his room.
But during this period, an unexpected event happened.
The Tool Refining School’s disciples came to collect scrap iron only to realize that the “trash” was valuable now.
0.5 kilograms for 2 YHB?
Might not even have any?
The disciples were struck dumb. What on earth? When did scrap iron need money?
They thought that they were being conned, but after asking a few more disciples, they realized that the scrap iron had grown in value recently.
“Junior brothers, they are really valuable now. 0.5 kilograms for 2 YHB. If you do not want it, then I am selling it to Senior Brother Huang.”
The disciples from the Tool Refining School: “???”
Lin Fan, who was currently busy with his grenades, would never have thought that he had increased the price of scrap iron in the sect.
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