Lu Qingquan felt like he had been duped, and immediately left his room to go to the Town Martial Office's accounting room to inquire.
Sure enough, upon asking, he discovered that although these blacksmiths were of low social class identity, because every martial artist was a skilled forger, they were quite valuable.
Yet, not a single copper coin had he earned from this; it was all pocketed by Zhang San.
At this moment, Lu Qingquan's heart ached immensely.
After returning to his room, Lu Qingquan picked up a fruit and bit into it fiercely.
It was still sour.
His heart ached even more!
People don't have bad luck all the time, as the saying goes, things will turn around when they reach an extreme.
Although things might have been unsatisfactory before, as long as you adopt an open mind, it could influence the next opportunity.
Lu Qingquan tried hard not to get angry and to relax.
It took a whole day, but he finally calmed his agitated heart.
