Even though a dragon coin wasn't large in size, three thousand and six hundred of them were still quite a large amount and weighed over ten pounds all together. Qin Mu slung the coin pouch onto the hilt of his Pig Slaughtering Knife and exclaimed silently, "The chubby fatty seventh young master sure is generous."
Seventh young master's eyes lit up as his gaze landed on the Pig Slaughtering Knife on Qin Mu's back, "If you're willing to sell me your knife, I can give you an even better price!"
Qin Mu shook his head, "My knife is way better than those crocks so I'm not selling."
"That's true. Just the materials used for your knife had already surpassed those used for the crocks."
