Chapter 150 - The Second Lucky Draw (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

The middle-aged man also did not know how to respond. He had managed his stall for half his life already, and this was the first time he had come across such a request. “If you have nothing else, go. I don’t sell the kind of cleaver you want.”

“Then, can you sell me the cleaver you normally use?” Chen Ge was determined. Before the livestream, he had to obtain a cleaver regardless of whether it turned out to be useful or not.

“How am I going to operate this stall if I sell you my cleaver?” The middle-aged man just finished when a young man with dyed hair pushed through the crowd. He looked about nineteen, and his jacket was tied around his waist as he yawned. When the young man appeared, the middle-aged man slammed the cleaver on the cutting board. He wiped his hands on his apron and walked toward the young man. “You still know your way back home? Where were you last night‽”

“Karaoke with a few friends, then the internet café.” The young man put on his earphones like he was trying to tune the man out.

“Then, why didn’t you answer your phone?” Years of chopping pork meant that the middle-aged man was much more muscular then the young man. He yanked the earphones out directly. “I’m talking to you!”

The young man used his hands to cover up his ears instead. He stood before the middle-aged man and said nothing.

“Have you gone mute? I’m asking you why you didn’t come home yesterday night! Didn’t even answer your phone, what were you thinking?” The middle-aged man was loud, and the customers even started to persuade him. The young man glared at the middle-aged man before finding an opening to grab the earphones and run out the market.

“Come back here!” The middle-aged man could not chase after him since he had a business to run. He picked up the cleaver and cleaved a bone in half angrily. Looking at how angry he was, Chen Ge very understandably took back his money and left with the chicken.

After leaving the market, Chen Ge was looking for his bicycle when he was approached by the young man from earlier. “I hear you’re looking for a cleaver?”

“Yes, but not a new one. I need one that had been used for a long time already.”

“I have one at home. Follow me, but don’t let my father spot us.” The young man led Chen Ge to a building near the market. He asked Chen Ge to wait him outside and soon came out with an object wrapped in red cloth.

“My grandfather was a butcher, and he planned to carry this knife with him to the grave, saying he was not going to let his children do the same job as he did. However, my stubborn dad insisted on keeping the cleaver. From then on, bad luck has followed us. He lost his business, and my mother passed away. In the end, he had to sell pork at the market to make ends meet.” The young man gave Chen Ge the cleaver. “The cleaver is cursed, so I’m not going to ask for much. A hundred, and it’s yours.”

Chen Ge was intrigued by what the young man said. He pulled the red cloth back and took a close look at the cleaver. His Yin Yang Vision twitched like his eyes were pricked by needles. They only recovered several seconds later.

The red cloth wrapped around a forty-centimeter-long single blade. Perhaps because it had tasted too much fresh blood, the blade was a dark red color. There were grooves running down the blade, and the wooden handle looked like blood veins with lingering red lines.

Chen Ge tried the cleaver, and it was heavier than expected. “This cleaver sure is unusual.”

The blade was no longer sharp, but the air around it had not changed.

“When I was small, I saw my grandfather enter the pig sty with this cleaver, and none of the pigs dared make a sound.” The young man looked at the red cloth and extended his hand toward Chen Ge. “If you’re satisfied, pay up.”

“Not bad, this is the kind of cleaver I’m looking for.” Chen Ge passed the young man a hundred and left the young man his phone. “If your father asks about the cleaver, tell him to call me.”

“What does this have to do with him?” the young man asked emotionlessly and entered the room with the money.

“Your father is quick with his words and temper, but it must be difficult on him as well. Based on my knowledge, there are no butchers near Jiujiang. To ensure fresh stock, he has to wake up every day at 3 am to get the ingredients from outside of Jiujiang or he might miss the opening of the morning market.”

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