"That guy named Fujihara was my former buddy." The old man sat in the simple tavern and took a big gulp of wine. "I used to be a well-known ore merchant of this generation, but later. A batch of goods was piled up in the warehouse and I owed others a lot of money."
"How can there be a backlog in the ninja tool business?" Derek was a little puzzled. Besides, wasn't it the war some time ago? Strategic materials like blades were in short supply.
"That Fujihara cheated Grandpa," said Moyuwan. "Grandpa trusted him very much and entrusted all the purchases to him. But he secretly replaced the high-quality ore that Grandpa had purchased at a high price with low-quality raw stones, and the blades he made were not good enough."
"As a result, Grandpa destroyed all the goods and rebuilt them with his own money. This depleted all his savings."
I didn't expect there was such a story. Fuchuan felt a little emotional.
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