Before Gu Qingyang could finish his words, Xiao Jinyan interrupted directly, "Senior Gu wants me to help you forge a psychic pen, right?"
Gu Qingyang couldn't understand Xiao Jinyan's meaning for a while, so he nodded and said, "It's a bit embarrassing to say that we have also found several top weapon refiners before, but several old seniors were either nowhere to be found.
We have already stopped accepting this year’s weapon refining work, and now we are in a hurry and we hope Dean Xiao can help.”
At Xiao Jinyan's current level of weapon refining, profits are no longer based on quantity.
Therefore, these weapon refiners at the top of the pyramid are limited in the number of weapons they can receive each year.
Those who get a spot are lucky.
Those who don't get a spot will have to rush in early next year no matter what their background is.
Others are like this, and Xiao Jinyan is naturally the same.
"Senior Gu, didn't you ask beforehand that the quota for the utensils that I, Xiao Jinyan, agreed to have been filled up at the beginning of this year?"
"Well," of course Gu Qingyang knew this news, but didn't Xiao Jinyan himself happen to be here right now?
Regardless of whether it succeeds or not, you have to have some hope, right?
What if it happens?
Gu Qingyang wiped his sweat, thinking that if he was rejected in front of so many servants today, it would be better to give him a piece of tofu and kill him.
"Well, I know you are busy, but my elder brother really wants this psychic pen.
If Dean Xiao can agree, you can come up with any conditions.
As long as it comes from my Gu family, I won't even blink an eye.
I hope you can help me with this for Xiao Ling'er's sake."
After saying that, Gu Qingyang quickly glanced at Gu Ling, asking her to say something nice.
Gu Qingyang didn't know that although Xiao Jinyan was with the elite class two, he was purely because Mu Chuyue was in this class.
Not to mention his Gu Ling, even if the teacher Chang Xiyuan came forward in person, he would not dare to guarantee that his words would be useful in front of Xiao Jinyan.
Gu Ling was embarrassed, and with a stiff face, she secretly poked her second uncle with her elbow: "Second uncle, please don't talk nonsense in front of Dean Xiao."
Gu Qingyang also knew that this matter was at stake, so he managed to squeeze out a smile on his face, pretending that he wanted to try his luck again: "Dean Xiao, I" "Okay, I know what Senior Gu means."
Xiao Jinyan raised his hand, his face still as cold as ever.
When Gu Qingyang was finally about to say his rejection, it was over, he had lost face in front of his servants, and the middle-aged man wanted to die.
He quickly closed his eyes and simply used this to cover up his embarrassment.
"I have agreed to the casting of the psychic pen.
Senior Gu, please leave for now.
I will go over in person to consult with you later."
"I also know that I shouldn't say this, but Dean Xiao, I still hope you will consider it again.
My eldest brother is the most promising in the clan to be promoted to a senior spell master.
He really needs you to cast it with your own hands.
Wait, I heard you right.
"Okay.
Dean Xiao, you agreed."
Gu Qingyang suddenly felt that the scene in front of him became a little unreal.
He was already prepared to be rejected, but he didn't expect that the other party actually agreed.
Could it be that he really cares about his niece’s face?
Xiao Jinyan held his forehead.
He had never thought that the extraordinary middle-aged man in front of him would have such an emotional reaction when something happened.
He had no choice but to repeat what he had just said: "Creating a psychic pen."
I agreed to the matter.
Senior Gu, please leave for now.
I will come to discuss the details later in person." xx4911131: