Not a Joke

At this moment, a shifty-eyed young man arrived downstairs.

He shouted as soon as he arrived, "Steward Mu, prepare some Nine Veins Steel for me."

"Young Master Qiu, wait for a while. I have another customer here." Steward Mu did not walk away. After all, he had asked Ou Yangming first.

He had noticed Ou Yangming for a while. He believed that the young fellow was here to buy something but did not seem to find what he needed after looking for a while.

Hearing Steward Mu's words, the young man was a little impatient. He glanced at Ou Yangming. "Do you think he's someone who can afford to buy good things? Aren't you wasting your time following him? Hurry up and prepare the Nine Veins Steel for me. My father is still waiting for those materials to be used for smithing."

Steward Mu frowned slightly.