Chapter 317: Just you? Can you have a glass?
Hearing this shameless request, the onlookers could no longer endure it: "Swindler! Go to hell!"

"Don't think you can act tyrannically just because you are a foreigner! This is our Great Qin!"

"How dare you sell a broken glass cup? You are so stupid!"

The people's anger reached its peak, attracting the attention of Lu Ban who was passing by.

He had been planning to go out and relax, but he accidentally witnessed this farce.

With an inquiring mind, he approached the crowd.

From the people's words, Lu Ban roughly understood why they were so excited.

He understood the people's anger, and if this happened to him, he would also find it difficult to remain calm.

However, Lu Ban was not an impulsive young man.

Because that cup might really be worth that much silver.

Only when you find out the truth can you have the right to speak.

So, Lu Ban walked through the crowd and came to the front.

At this time, the Roman merchant was arguing with the child's father and had no time to pay attention to Lu Ban.

Lu Ban walked to the front, picked up the glass fragments on the ground, and after a brief examination, he smiled coldly.

As a craftsman, he quickly discovered the problem.

"The craftsmanship of these glass products is incomplete and the craftsmanship is extremely crude. It is ridiculous that such things are said to be worth one hundred taels of silver!"

"If this thing is worth that much, then the colored glaze carefully crafted by the Thirteenth Young Master can be sold for a sky-high price of one million taels of silver!"

"They even dare to show off defective products. What a joke!"

Lu Ban pondered in his heart, and at the same time he understood that the people's anger was not unfounded.

However, he did not rashly offer help, but stood quietly among the crowd and watched the development of the situation.

Even if this Roman merchant was a scum, he still possessed the cunning and eloquence of a businessman, which was a far cry from those farmers.

He spoke eloquently, scolding the common people around him who lived in the mud so hard that they could not raise their heads.

"You people from Daqin are so unreasonable. You damaged my belongings and are still so arrogant. It's really ridiculous!"

"The people of Daqin are really too shameless to be true!"

Although the onlookers wanted to fight back, their arguments seemed feeble and powerless in view of the fact that the goods were damaged.

Even the child's father was speechless at this moment and didn't know how to respond.

However, some of the more experienced people in the crowd spoke up at the right time: "To tell you the truth, barbarian, I have seen these glass of yours elsewhere, and three cents is the most it is worth."

"That's right. I heard from the craftsmen under the Thirteenth Young Master that this kind of glass cup is not worth anything at all."

"Stop dreaming, you barbarian. I think you won't be able to do business if you keep going on like this."

These people with a little insight understood the nature of the situation. Unlike the farmers, they had experienced the market and knew the market conditions well.

Ever since the Thirteenth Young Master started making colored glass cups, they have long lost their former rarity.

At this moment, there are still people using this kind of useless glass cup to drive up the price, which is undoubtedly a stupid act.

When the Roman merchants heard the discussions of the people around them, their arrogance gradually turned into anger.

"You Qin lowly people! No wonder your strength is far inferior to our great Roman Empire!"

He raised the glass cup in his hand and declared loudly: "Look carefully! This is the most noble symbol of our Rome, the glass cup!"

"We are the only ones who have the technology to make it!"

The Roman merchant slapped his chest proudly, his voice echoing. "Only the wise Romans could create such a treasure! Just three cents?! I repeat, one hundred taels of silver! Not a penny less!"

The arrogance of the Roman merchants made the boy's father feel a little timid. If things continued to deteriorate, he might end up in the hands of the government.

The people's fear of the government is self-evident, and he is worried that businessmen will bribe officials.

Once that happens, the situation will become even more difficult.

He weighed the pros and cons for a moment, then gritted his teeth and proposed, "How about this, I'll compensate you with a truckload of feces as an apology, and this matter will be written off, okay?"

The people around were all surprised to hear that the boy's father compromised and offered to compensate with a truckload of feces.

"No way! A truckload of manure can be exchanged for a lot of money!"

"That's right! This fertilizer is very popular, you can't show weakness!"

The Roman merchant laughed when he heard this and said firmly: "Haha, I say it again! One hundred taels of silver! I! Want! All! I won't take anything else!"

"If you really want to compensate me three cents! Fine!"

He raised his chin provocatively, "If you Qin people can make glass cups! Don't even mention three coins, I'll pay three taels of silver each and buy them all from you!"

"But what if you can't do it?"

He swept his eyes over the crowd with a hint of contempt, "Because only we proud and wise Romans can make this kind of glass cup! Who do you think you are!"

The Roman merchant looked around, his threatening tone was self-evident, "Our Roman army will sweep through your Qin and turn you all into slaves!"

After hearing this, Lu Ban could no longer tolerate such an insult.

How can the land of the Great Qin allow such arrogant people to run rampant?

Besides, what do you mean only the Romans could make it?
Where did they put the Thirteenth Young Master?
You said you would buy as much as you want? Then you just wait and see!

Lu Ban strode out of the crowd, looked at them coldly, and said in a deep voice:

"You won't regret what you just said, right?"

The Roman merchant glanced at Lu Ban as he approached and snorted, "Of course! Romans never lie!"

"Well, that's good! You just said that as long as our Great Qin can make this kind of glass cup, you are willing to buy them all at three taels of silver each, right?"

The Roman merchant stared at Lu Ban, hesitating for a moment.

The man in front of him seemed certain that there were plenty of these things, just waiting for him to take the bait.

However, Roman merchants knew that such treasures had never been seen in other countries for so long.

Therefore, he firmly believed that only Romans of noble blood could create such a treasure!
Although the colored glaze in his hand was not precious, it was a priceless treasure in the eyes of some small countries.

If he had not followed the royal caravan, he would have had no chance to sell colored glaze.

So he decided to take a gamble.

The Roman merchant looked determined and said, "That's right, as long as your Great Qin craftsmen can make this kind of top-grade glass cup, I will buy it no matter how much it is!"

"But, do you think a little loser like you can have a glass cup? Hahahaha!"

"I think you are nothing more than a lowly pariah in the Qin Dynasty!"

When Lu Ban heard this, his eyes were full of disdain and sarcasm.

He knew very well that the glass cup in the Thirteenth Young Master's hand would make the Roman merchant taste the consequences of his own actions!

At this moment, passers-by around also recognized the identity of the visitor.

(End of this chapter)