Chapter 2063 — Word of the Colored Steel, Part Two
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Wei Zhao did not decline. The more Han Xiaohu tried to curry favor with him, the more it showed how important the upcoming Hidden World Clan Summit was to the hidden Han family—especially their ranking at the summit. So, seeing Han Xiaohu's attitude, Wei Zhao intended to help them a good deal more!
Besides, Han Xiaohu had said that the fine treasures won at the summit would not be kept by them—all of it would be given to Wei Zhao as recompense. In other words, the more Wei Zhao won, the more good things he would get. This private room was a world apart from the one Zhang Duopan had booked last time; this room was sumptuous as a palace, like a crystal palace, while Zhang Duopan's room last time could only be called ordinary!
This place was already luxurious beyond any further luxury, a full grade more lavish than the Starlight Splendor Hotel in Songshan City! The private room was not only astonishingly large, but its décor was exceptionally exquisite, and antiques and calligraphy by famous hands were to be seen everywhere—and even the forgeries were superb works!
To be able to admire famous calligraphy and paintings in one's leisure while dining was a fine pleasure in itself! It seemed that only distinguished guests like Han Xiaohu could open a private room of this caliber; ordinary customers who spent less would never be invited into a room of this level.
"The dishes are ready—shall we serve them now?" the lobby manager asked cautiously after ushering the two into the private room.
"Elder Lin, what do you think?" Han Xiaohu did not decide on his own, but instead asked Wei Zhao's opinion.
"It's mealtime anyway, so serve the dishes. We'll talk while we eat!" Wei Zhao said with a nod.
"You heard him? Serve the dishes now!" Han Xiaohu said to the lobby manager.
"Very good, I'll go give the orders at once!" The lobby manager nodded and turned to leave the private room to make preparations.
And now only Wei Zhao and Han Xiaohu remained in the private room. Han Xiaohu smiled slightly, drew a small box from his bosom, and pushed it across to Wei Zhao, saying, "Elder Lin, please examine it—is this the colored steel you need?"
"Oh?" Wei Zhao nodded, reached out and took the small box, thinking to himself that Han Xiaohu was indeed as good as his word—before Wei Zhao had even competed on behalf of the hidden Han family, he had already brought out the payment, and regardless of victory or defeat at that.
Wei Zhao opened the small box, and what met his eyes was a piece of metallic substance blended of seven colors, roughly the size of a quail's egg, rather like a lump of iron sprayed with camouflage paint—but by Wei Zhao's observation, this was absolutely not a paint-sprayed lump of iron, but a metal naturally of this very color!
"Old Jiao, is this colored steel?" Wei Zhao's face betrayed nothing; he made a show of examining the colored steel, while in his heart he was questioning Jiao Yazi.
"Indeed, boy Lin, this is precisely colored steel!" Old Jiao's voice sounded by Wei Zhao's ear. "However, this piece is too small. Colored steel is the principal among the three materials needed to expand the space of the jade pendant, and it is required in the greatest quantity. With only this small piece, the space that can be refined will not be very large!"
Hearing Jiao Yazi's words, Wei Zhao felt a faint disappointment in his heart, but he still asked, "Han Xiaohu, is this the only piece of colored steel you have?"