Chapter Thirty: The Iron Pestle

  Zhan Fei also walked over and said: "It's already so late today, anyway there will be plenty of time in the future, let's continue discussing tomorrow?"

  After hearing Zhan Fei's words, Liu Xiao Rong said: "Hmm, it's indeed quite late, Sister Xiao. Let's head back first, you guys should also head back early too. As for handling the store front and clothes, I'll contact my acquaintances as soon as possible, so don't worry about that." Xiao Yu Feng heard this and said: "Thanks for your trouble, Xiao Rong."

  Liu Xiaorong listened and said: "Xiao Jie, we are now family members. I have a 10% stake in this clothing company. How can I not work hard?"

  Liu Xiaorong is now very excited, and her combat power has also exploded, because she is moving towards her dream!

  The next day, Zhan Fei locked himself in the tailor's room and then, under the guise of making clothes, studied his panel system. Out of boredom, he finally opened the mall and bought a coal mine and an iron ore mine. Then, he directly clicked on mining, and what followed was a long waiting time.

  It's very difficult to improve proficiency in life skills, such as sewing skills, which will be used a lot later on. Even if you use the sewing skill every day, it may take a month to go from level 1 to level 2, and even longer to go from level 2 to level 3.

  For a long time, Xuan Fei will be able to benefit from these basic life skills, and different skill upgrades will also bring different attribute increases. For example, mining and blacksmithing skills will increase strength attributes, while skinning and tailoring skills will increase agility attributes. Planting and alchemy skills will increase intelligence attributes, while hunting and cooking will increase physical strength and mental energy attributes.

  After an hour, finally, there were fifty pieces of coal and fifty iron ingots in Zhanfei's backpack. Next, Zhanfei separately dragged one piece of coal and one copper ingot into the forging category. Primary Forging Technique could forge three types of weapons, but with only coal and iron ingots, it could only forge a blunt iron mallet.

  The forging process sped up a lot, and after one second, the package in Xianfei's hands had an additional iron pestle. Xianfei's gaze also fell on this iron pestle: "Iron Pestle: Physical Attack: 30, Magical Attack: 10, One-handed weapon, Equipment level: 1, Occupation requirement: None."

  As expected, it only has a certain amount of lethality and does not have any amplification effect on the five-dimensional attributes. If this is used to fight, it would be extremely terrifying. An ordinary person with 50 points of vital energy would probably die after two hits. And if you add up Xiang Fei's current strength value of 10 points, one hit would be enough to take a person's life.

  However, Zhan Fei is neither a member of the underworld nor a terrorist; why would he want someone's life?

  Moreover, no matter whose life it takes, the police will probably come knocking on the door, so if there's nothing extremely special about this situation, this weapon is absolutely unnecessary. Then, Xing Fei silently said to himself: "Take out the iron pestle."

  The next second, Zhan Fei felt a weight in his hand, and then he also opened his eyes. Immediately after that, he saw that his right hand was holding an iron rod about 1.5 meters long. With the power value added to his current strength, the force of one hand was approximately 70 kilograms, but holding this iron rod still felt a bit strenuous.

  It can be seen that the weight of this equipment is around fifty kilograms, and if the strength value has not reached ten points, it would be very difficult to lift this iron pestle with both hands, even for a national-level weightlifter.

  He then grasped the iron pestle with both hands, lightly waving it around in his hand. Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind was born, and after slightly adjusting it, Zhan Fei put away this powerful killing tool. After all, this was a tailor's workshop, and the space wasn't too large; if he wasn't careful, Zhan Fei might directly destroy the machines here.

  Manufacturing fifty pieces of coal and copper ingots consumed fifty points of Xuan Fei's vitality, while the iron pestle only consumed one point because there was only one piece. Xuan Fei still had enough remaining vitality to manufacture 149 pieces of clothing.

  So next, Zhan Fei used all his vitality to make clothes. Adding the 150 pieces of clothing left in the package yesterday, there were 299 pieces of various clothes stored in Zhan Fei's package today.

  With the current vitality of Zhan Fei, if the store always sells only 50 pieces at a time, his two-day output can meet the needs of the entire store for a week. Today, Xiao Yufeng and others were also very busy, Liu Xiaorong contacted acquaintances to sell clothes in the store, and her storefront was also going to be subleased.

  Xiao Yufeng and others also hung a temporary suspension of business sign outside the store, and began to clean up the inventory inside. Selling clothes is still quite costly, and the total cost of all the clothes in Xiao Yufeng's store exceeded 100,000 yuan.

  It's just that if they were to sell them now, they could only find a buyer at half the cost price. Selling these clothes would also result in a significant loss. If Xiao Yufeng hadn't personally witnessed the terrifying charm of his son's clothes, he probably wouldn't have been able to play along with Liu Xiaorong on such a large scale.

  By around five or six o'clock in the afternoon, the clothes inside the store had almost all been packed up. The buyer, Liu Xiaorong, had also found a suitable match - a middle-aged man in his thirties who wore glasses and gave off an air of being cultured. At this moment, both parties were verifying the quantity and value of these clothes.

  Zhan Fei took out 150 pieces of clothing from the package and put them in the sewing room. Then he walked out of the sewing room and said, "Mom, I have to go to school."

  Today is Sunday, and tomorrow I have class. Although I may not go to these classes, this kind of thing can't be let Xiao Yufeng know about it. When Xiao Yufeng heard about it, she nodded and said: "You go ahead." Liu Xiaorong also said: "When you have time, make a few more clothes?" Zhan Fei heard that and said: "I will."

  Zhen immediately flew out of the store and took a taxi back to school.

  This time, the traffic wasn't as bad as last time, and after two hours, Zhan Fei returned to his dormitory. As expected, Liu Yuan was still in the study room, Zhou Tai was chatting with his online girlfriend there, and Guo Xin was playing games. Then Zhan Fei said: "Old Two, I see you've been chatting for over two years now, how come your online friend hasn't met up with you yet?"

  After hearing Zhan Fei's words, Zhou Tai put down the mic and said: "You don't understand, this is called distance makes beauty. In my heart, she is a goddess-like figure like a school flower, and in her heart, I am a handsome guy like Andy Lau. It's only when we chat that there's some lingering thoughts. If we were to meet in person, I'm afraid we wouldn't have the heart to chat anymore."

  Zhan Fei heard this and laughed, scolding: "Distance produces beauty? You're just having a fantasy produce beauty."

  "I'm willing." Zhou Tai said with a self-satisfied expression, as if he was very pleased with this way of enjoying himself. Xuan Fei also patted his head, this guy is hopeless, taking YY (daydreaming) as a habit, and the subjective fantasies that come out of his own world can replace the real world. But different people have different ways of living.

  It seems that this kind of person is fine continuing on like this and won't cause any harm to society, they're also living quite happily, so there's no need to save them or anything.