Ninety-six

Over nearly a month, Li Miao had almost tanned himself to look like an African native, and even then, he only had about thirty percent battery left. Now, with just one move, he was about to lose all progress and revert to square one.

Using the Taobao function once consumed thirty percent of his battery. Had he not saved a bit from last time, Li Miao would have been truly stuck.

Opening the Taobao app, Li Miao hurriedly searched for items.

A battle knife? Ha! Typing those two characters, all you'd find were a bunch of model toys. Even if they were scaled replicas, they were made of wood or paper.

If you found one made of iron or other metals, congratulations—you could only buy one or two legally. More than that would be illegal.

So, helplessly, Li Miao switched his search from the glamorous "battle knife" to the humble "kitchen knife," the ultimate choice for the underdog.

Fortunately, the kitchen knives on the site did not disappoint.

Once he clicked on the category, a dazzling array of options appeared.

There were Qiao Furen kitchen knives, Yangjiang Eighteen Sons knives, even German craft kitchen knives.

Naturally, the imported ones were beyond Li Miao’s budget; he could only look at domestic brands. After some picking, he settled on the cheapest option: a Zhang Xiaoqian kitchen knife.

This simple kitchen knife cost a little over thirty yuan.

Li Miao wasn’t just buying one or two; he needed eight hundred. At over thirty yuan each, that would total more than twenty thousand yuan—a fortune he didn’t have. He only had just over ten thousand left.

He couldn’t place the order on Taobao. Helpless, he had to give up. But if he gave up, nothing else was affordable either. This was already the cheapest option.

Could he ask for a discount? The thought flashed in Li Miao’s mind.

Looking at the screen before him, he knew that to negotiate, the essential first step was to contact the seller.

By some stroke of luck, Li Miao clicked on the chat icon and, sliding his eyes across the screen, typed the two emphatic characters: “Are you there?”

Ding dong—he quickly received a reply: “Zhang Xiaoqian Kitchen Knife Store. We are the official agents of authentic Zhang Xiaoqian knives. Please place your order directly; same-day shipping. Free shipping in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai!”

Though this was an automatic system reply, it delighted Li Miao. Being able to contact someone meant he could communicate with someone from the twenty-first century.

“I’m here, dear!” The customer service replied promptly while Li Miao was still stunned.

“Hello, I want to buy your kitchen knives.”

“Certainly, dear! Our knives come from a legitimate manufacturer, guaranteed quality. If counterfeit, compensation is tenfold!”

“I want to buy, but the price is too high. Can it be cheaper?”

“Which model are you interested in? We have stainless steel ones and three-piece sets. Which would you prefer?”

“Which one kills faster?” Li Miao asked instinctively.

“Kills?”

“No, no, I mean, which one cuts meat faster!” Li Miao shook his head, almost revealing the truth.

Though he tried to explain, the customer service grew suspicious. Could they have really encountered a deranged customer?

“They all cut fast, dear!”

“Okay, then I’ll buy the stainless steel Zhang Xiaoqian model! Can you give me a discount?”

“Dear, may I ask what you need the knife for?” The customer service was uneasy. If the buyer intended to kill with it, they’d be in trouble too. “Dear, buying knives requires real-name registration!”

“Real-name registration?” Li Miao frowned. If this were possible, why would he need to buy online? Even if he wanted to, it would be impossible. This was not a matter of a few thousand miles, but thousands of years apart.

“Can’t it be without real-name registration?”

“No, dear. Everyone faces hurdles, but it will pass. Why resort to life and death, dear?”

“But the problem is, he doesn’t want me to survive!” Li Miao couldn’t help but vent. Who would want to fight Mei Qian? Yet, Mei Qian came looking for him.

“Dear, you can call the police!”

Li Miao realized this knife seller thought he was some kind of social menace.

“Don’t worry, I’m buying the knives for legitimate use!” Li Miao said to the customer service, though if murder counted as legitimate use, then so be it.

“Still, can you lower the price? How about selling me twenty-one knives?” Li Miao bargained.

The customer service was about to refuse. They already suspected Li Miao of being a troublemaker, and now he wanted to slash the price of knives from over thirty yuan to twenty? That was unfair.

Before the refusal came, Li Miao said, “I want to buy eight hundred!”

“What!” The customer service was stunned. They’d seen people buy knives and even knives bought for murder, but never eight hundred at once.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill anyone. Do I look crazy, buying eight hundred knives to kill people?” Li Miao explained.

“I’m buying these knives not for myself, but for my subordinates!”

“Your subordinates?” The customer service hesitated, then understood. “Oh, so you’re a teacher at a cooking school!”

“A cooking school teacher?” Li Miao was puzzled for a moment.

“Yes, which cooking school do you teach at?” the customer service asked. Only a culinary school would buy so many kitchen knives.

“Yes, yes, yes! You probably haven’t heard of my school. It’s called the Han Culinary School.”

“Han?”

“Yes, not very famous. But I graduated from Lanxiang.”

“Ah, respected, respected, senior brother! I graduated from there too! What did you study? How come you’re into cooking now?” The customer service was chatty.

“I studied excavator fried rice!” Li Miao joked.

Bonded by their alma mater, differences aside, their relationship warmed immediately.

“Senior brother, since you’re buying, I’ll make you a deal: twenty-one knives, take them or leave them! But I’ll throw in two extra for free!” The customer service said enthusiastically.

“Twenty, fine, fine, fine! Twenty it is!” This was exactly Li Miao’s target price.

He immediately placed the order for eight hundred knives, a total of sixteen thousand yuan, and the shipment was sent.

Li Miao barely had time to react when a radiant light flickered.

He then saw one by one the crystal-clear stainless steel Zhang Xiaoqian kitchen knives, neatly wrapped in cloth bags.

Chen Dao was a bit dumbfounded looking at the bags of knives. These cloth bags were Li Miao’s idea—to remove all branding and pack the knives in cloth bags. If any label remained, Li Miao would return the goods.

The customer service had originally thought Li Miao was trying to get kickbacks and had been ready to slap high-price tags on the knives—maybe one hundred or eighty yuan per knife. But Li Miao rejected those plans without hesitation.

“What’s wrong? Can’t you use these knives?” Li Miao asked Chen Dao, thinking he was dissatisfied. Damn it, Li Miao cursed inwardly. The customer service said these knives could chop through bone with ease. If they didn’t work, he would return them.

“They work, they work!” Chen Dao nodded repeatedly.

This wasn’t a question of usability, but of excellence. Each knife was no longer just a kitchen knife; these blades were even more beautiful and sharper than battle knives.

Chen Dao tested one out, striking the edge of a nearby workbench. A chunk of the bench’s corner was shaved off cleanly.

He even took out his own tempered battle knife, which was injured, and struck it fiercely.

“Clang!” The two blades clashed, and Chen Dao’s eyes widened.

The tempered battle knife in his hand had a notch chipped out, while the so-called kitchen knife only bore a scratch. Black Rock Pavilion had truly given them great support—thank you!

“What a waste! What a waste!” Chen Dao exclaimed loudly. “Your Majesty, who forged such divine weapons? Such fine wrought iron should be used for battle knives. Imagine how great it would be if these were battle knives instead of kitchen knives. Ah! What a waste, what a waste!” Chen Dao complained to Li Miao.

Li Miao twitched at the corner of his mouth. Kitchen knives? Divine weapons? It was indeed a sad story.

“Hey, Your Majesty, who is Zhang Xiaoqian?” one of Chen Dao’s junior soldiers asked Li Miao.

“Zhang Xiaoqian?” Li Miao widened his eyes and hurriedly snatched the divine kitchen knife from the soldier’s hand. The label gleamed brightly on it.

Li Miao wanted to drag that damned customer service out and beat him to death. Didn’t they say no labels? No labels!

Though he removed the label, everyone’s eyes were still fixed on him, all asking who Zhang Xiaoqian was.

Helpless, Li Miao made up a story: these kitchen knives were made by a master named Zhang Xiaoqian.

Suddenly, a master comparable to Gan Jiang, Mo Ye, and Ou Zijiang appeared in the martial world, named Zhang Xiaoqian.

“All right, quickly take these kitchen knives down to the brothers!” Li Miao ordered Chen Dao.

“Yes!” Eight hundred Zhang Xiaoqian knives were quickly distributed.

Li Miao still had other matters to attend to.

“Report, Your Majesty! The Prince Consort has arrived!” someone reported. Prince Consort Huang Yi was here.

“Quick, bring him in!” Li Miao couldn’t wait and ran outside the hall to greet Prince Consort Huang Yi.

“Brother Miao, were you looking for me?” Huang Yi looked at Li Miao puzzled.

“Sis-in-law, I have good news for you. Are you interested?” Li Miao smiled mischievously at Huang Yi.

“Good news?” Huang Yi’s eyes flickered suspiciously. “You? Brother Miao, you wouldn’t be tricking me, would you?”

Li Miao’s face darkened instantly. So that was how Huang Yi, his cheap brother-in-law, saw him? A betrayer?

Li Miao endured it for the sake of Jiang Ting’s important matter.

He smiled sweetly and said, “How could I trick sis-in-law? We’re family after all. Family shares good news with each other!”

“Brother Miao!” Huang Yi interrupted him.

“What is it?” Li Miao asked curiously.

“Maybe you should keep the good news to yourself!” Huang Yi, the cheap brother-in-law, said as he tried to slip away but was grabbed firmly by Li Miao.

“How did you figure it out?” Li Miao looked at Huang Yi, who was trying to make a quick exit. He knew Huang Yi must have seen through him.

“Brother Miao, can’t you lie without smiling? You know, your smile looks so cunning! Like a fox!” Huang Yi said.

“Cunning? Fox?” Li Miao couldn’t help but retort, “You’re the fox! Your whole family are foxes!”

“Brother Miao, I’m your brother-in-law!”

“So what?”

“I’m a fox, and so are you!”

“Huang Yi! I’ve put up with you for so long!” Li Miao shouted angrily and kicked him.

“Brother Miao, don’t hit the face!” Huang Yi cried.

“Smack!” Li Miao slapped Huang Yi’s handsome face. This was partly personal revenge. Huang Yi was a decorative pillow—soft on the outside but full of nonsense inside. But the pillow had to look good, and Huang Yi’s face was indeed quite handsome, even better than Li Miao’s. To be fair and just, no protagonist should look less attractive. If anyone was more handsome, they’d be dead and buried. Li Miao was doing him a favor—making him look ugly to keep him alive.

“Brother Miao, if you hit my face again, I’ll turn against you!”

“Smack!” Another slap landed squarely.

“Brother Miao, I’m going all out against you!” Inside the hall, the two figures tumbled into a wild scuffle—sometimes one on top, sometimes the other. They unleashed moves like “Milk-squeezing Dragon Claw” and “Dog-subduing Eighteen Palms.”

Outside the hall, the guards wanted to intervene but dared not. One was their emperor, the other was the prince consort—the husband of the princess. Neither could be easily dealt with, so they wisely held back.

After a fierce round of punches and kicks, Huang Yi finally quieted down.

Li Miao panted heavily, while Huang Yi glared at him through gritted teeth, clutching his backside, five handprint slaps shining brilliantly on his face.

Li Miao was no better off. Huang Yi’s punches were ruthless. One of Li Miao’s eyes was already bruised.

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