Chapter 9: Daji Opening

Accompanied by the harsh sarcasm, Giggs and several demon casting masters left straight away. Before leaving, he did not forget to stand at the door of the store and laughed three times. Naya squirted angrily, jumped up and down on the counter like a spring, and shouted cursingly: "***!***! Don't stop anyone, I will go to burn his house tonight!"

"If you really want to vent your anger, you may have to burn the palace." An Ruoran did not act so angry, but instead narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Even though he didn't know the inside story, he had already vaguely guessed who he offended - so it was really an unwise choice to get involved in the dispute between the crown prince.

However, the arms smuggling incident has already happened, and even if I want to leave now, I may not be able to do so. So instead of cursing meaninglessly, it is better to find a way to solve the problem first. Cut off the supply of materials and not allow the sale of Qibao. Giggs means watching himself sit and eat the whole country until the casting company goes bankrupt.

"Mr. An, maybe we can ask the two high men for help, believe them..." Seeing An Ruoran silent, Rui raised his hand hesitantly. An Ruoran shook his head. He didn't want to be taken to the warship of the crown prince's dispute. Moreover, this is an internal matter of the foundry guild. Even if Junan and Artest came forward, it may not be effective. The Demon Forging Master was originally a group of arrogant people. If the two high men insisted on oppressing them, they would be labeled as bullying others if they could not be said.

"Banana, you bala, our family will get a bucket of Sanlu milk for Giggs next time!" After cursing so secretly, An Ruoran still had to frown and think about how to solve the problem in front of him. But he turned his head casually and saw Weiya sitting quietly in a wheelchair with a smile on his lips... An Ruoran felt a little moved and asked involuntarily: "Weiya, is there any way you can do it?"

"There is no way, but I haven't received a gift for a long time recently, so..." Weiya chuckled with a sly light in her eyes. An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and immediately patted her chest and said, "Speaking of it, I almost forgot. The necklace that I want to give you is about to be completed. Naya, it's all your fault, always interrupting my casting!"

"Really? Thank you first." Putting aside the aggrieved Demon Pig, Weiya seemed in a good mood. After a while of silence, she smiled and hugged her fingers to signal An Ruoran to come over. As the conversation progressed, the man who had originally frowned slightly suddenly smiled, just like the cloudy sky slowly turning clear...

"Yes, if that's the case, then there's no problem!" After Weiya finished speaking, An Ruoran couldn't help but rub his hands excitedly, and suddenly felt in a good mood. He looked at Weiya who was smiling, suddenly hugged her gently, and then quickly turned around and rushed to the second floor: "Weiya, you are my lucky star! Rui, Naya, come with me, let's design some new things!"

Within a few seconds, the first floor lobby suddenly became empty, leaving only Via and Bathir looking at each other. Bathir stood there in a daze, touching his chin and laughing: "It seems that Mr. An seems to have inspiration. But then again, the moment he hugged you just now, I think Shiyou** was deliberately taking advantage of it."

"Teacher, what are you talking about again!" Weiya's cheeks flushed, revealing a rare little childlike look. As if she was seen by Bathil, she suddenly coughed a few times and changed the subject: "Then talk about the serious matter! Teacher, have our people successfully entered Catherine's circle?"

"I'm afraid not! I don't know how Catherine chose her confidant, but she didn't look at our people more. No matter how good he performed, it was useless." Bathir shook his head in confusion and smiled bitterly. But after a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head and smiled: "But there is no good news! Although he couldn't get close to Catherine, one of our female spies still successfully approached her daughter Christine..."

With a mysterious smile, he gently leaned over to Weiya's ear and whispered a few words. A few minutes later, Weiya frowned slightly and said in a little astonishment: "Imperial Capital? Are you sure that Miss Christine is coming to the Imperial Capital? Interesting. I don't know who has such great charm that can make this lady come here in person."

"This is not the point, the point is what we can get through this." Battier shook his head gently, and a cold light flashed in his long narrow eyes. "Didn't we always lack a breakthrough? Then, if we can put Christine..."

He didn't say anything more, and Weiya didn't ask anything. The two were silent for a moment and left the casting line with some determination. However, Weiya didn't expect that the person who had agreed to meet with Christine was now rushing on her head...

He didn't know that he had become Via's object of calculation, nor did he know that Miss Christine was on her way to the imperial capital. An Ruoran locked the door in the next ten days, and buried his head in designing and casting his drawings. Besides Viaian, the only one who could help him was Rui who had just reached the middle level. As for Naya, An Ruoran only hoped that it would not help, such as trying to stay away from the drawings when smoking a cigar.

In early December, the An foundry House sent invitations to the entire imperial capital through Weiya's Silver Star Chamber of Commerce, inviting them to attend the opening ceremony. What puzzled these nobles was that An Ruoran indicated on the invitation was eight o'clock in the evening, and he specifically stated that the distinguished guests should not bring their female relatives to come... These two special features made the nobles confused and curious, and for a moment, the foundry House became one of the hot topics of discussion in the aristocratic circle.

Thanks to this kind of heated discussion, when An Ruoran officially opened on the evening of December 3, more than fifty noble carriages were parked on Jill Commercial Street, and the nobles gathered in the open space in front of the An family casting house can be described as one after another. Naya lay on the roof to undertake special tasks. While sucking cigars boredly, he speculated viciously: "***, if you put a few fireballs down at this time, you will probably be able to directly destroy the Kashya Empire!"

As if he sensed Naya's thoughts, the nobles raised their heads and stared at the door beam at the entrance - where the signboard should be hung, they were covering something with red cloth at this moment, which looked very mysterious. A tall old man in his sixties narrowed his eyes slightly and wondered: "Why, the signboard must also be covered with red cloth. Is there any special significance?"

"Duke Philip, you will know soon." Under Bathil's escort, Via pushed the wheelchair slowly to approach. Seeing her beautiful face, Duke Philip couldn't help but show a little greed and smiled: "Miss Via, I came to participate because of your face! To be honest, when did you consider accepting my invitation? How about we find a place to have a cup of coffee?"

Weiya frowned without notice, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. Fortunately, at this moment, An Ruoran had already taken Vivian's little hand and appeared slowly at the door of the casting house. No need for him to say anything more, the strange and beautiful Hanfu had become a sign of living, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Sir, welcome to you!" He didn't care about the focus of hundreds of eyes, An Ruoran maintained his grace and grace. This polite attitude, which was different from other magic casting masters, won some favor from the nobles: "So, let's get to the point directly! First of all, please allow me to introduce my casting process..."

With this sentence, he looked up at the sky and snapped his fingers gently. At this moment, nearly a hundred pairs of eyes focused on the red cloth, hoping to see something unexpected. However, in the silence, the red cloth was still shrouded in the signboard, nothing happened, and no sound came out except...

"Damn it, Naya shouldn't..." He poked his head out with some embarrassment, and An Ruoran immediately saw a scene he shouldn't have seen. At some point, Naya, who was smoking a cigar, had fallen asleep on the roof, and its snoring was coming slowly at a beating rhythm, which immediately caused the nobles to laugh!

"What? What happened?" Afrightened by the loud laughter, Naya, who was so sweet about the beautiful dream, jumped up. Looking at An Ruoran with a gray face, the poor demon pig immediately wiped his saliva and hurriedly lifted the red cloth... In an instant, when the things in the red cloth were exposed to the air, the laughter echoed across the audience suddenly stopped! At this moment, nearly a hundred nobles stretched their necks together, as if they were pinched by invisible hands at the same time!

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