Chapter Sixteen Was Too Easy

  If it were in the past, he would have turned around and left, no big deal, just go find another job. But today, after repeatedly searching for a job and hitting a wall, it's not easy to catch such an opportunity, so how could he immediately give up?

  "I'm different from them, can I try?"

  As soon as the dry words came out, several apprentices in front of Franlin's iron shop and the big man in front laughed loudly.

  A fellow arranging swords and knives chuckled and said, "Little warrior, we've heard this from you before. Almost every Oakland student comes in saying the same thing. And without exception, they all prove to be the same."

  Fuming in his heart, damn it! This is too coincidental, right? What were those people doing before?

  "Francis, you little rascal is loafing around in the front hall again!"

  With a hint of anger in his voice, Hou Tang walked out with a short stature, but his muscles were exceptionally sturdy, like a dwarf. He was holding an iron hammer that weighed at least 100 kilograms, and his two thick golden eyebrows were raised high.

  "Brother, I didn't slack off." The big man, Francis, took a step back, looking like he was afraid of the newcomer. He shook his head repeatedly and pointed at the iron hammer, saying hastily: "It's this kid, he said he wanted to come here for an interview, I advised him to leave..."

  "Who are you?" The newcomer, carrying a hundred-pound iron hammer, gave a suspicious glance, his eyes scanning with the same distrust as Francis. His empty left hand waved repeatedly: "You're from Oakland Warrior and Magic Academy, right? Study your warrior skills well, don't come here to cause trouble, ironwork isn't something that can be done casually."

  Same words, same attitude, Qianjin scolded all the seniors who came to participate in the interview before, Oakland Warriors and Magic Academy were eliminated every time in the preliminary round of the Four Seas Heroes Conference, how did they become so infamous now? If this matter is spread out, it will be enough for Oakland Warriors and Magic Academy to lose face.

  Lowering his head to look at the Oakland Warrior and Magic Academy uniform he was wearing, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful about wearing his school uniform out. Because of this outfit that would normally earn him admiring glances from many people, today in this blacksmith shop he was instead repeatedly looked down upon.

  He glanced at the man's hand again, and from its shape alone, he knew that the heavy hammer weighed at least a hundred kilograms, and his heart sank slightly.

  Although in that virtual game called 'Infinite World', after sixteen hours of ironing, the mysterious power growth is not small, but it doesn't mean that ironing really works like that.

  "Why don't I give it a try?" Qian Jin shrugged his shoulders: "You're recruiting, aren't you? Let me try, you won't lose anything."

  "Boss, let him try."

  "Exactly, let him try then."

  Several young salespeople at the door laughed at the dwarf-like human, and Jian Jin only then realized that this person was the owner of the store, Franlin.

  Ferran glanced weakly at several young people who were cheering, these people just liked to watch the excitement, especially liked to see the students of Oakland Magic and Warrior Academy make fools of themselves.

  Franklin took another look at Gan Jing's physique, which was not rough but still could be considered robust, at least for his age. His muscles were bulging with elasticity without being stiff, and from the external quality, he had the basic qualities of a blacksmith. However, blacksmithing was something that needed to be learned, and the iron shop didn't want to hire someone who couldn't do anything.

  "Alright." Franlin carried the hundred or so pounds of large iron hammer towards the backyard, his tone filled with a sense of hopelessness: "You try it and see."

  Fran walked into the backyard with a hammer in her hand and an expectant smile on her face, closely following behind Qianjin.

  The backyard was completely different from the front hall. As soon as I stepped into the backyard, I felt a wave of scorching heat rushing towards me. The disorderly sound of iron hammers striking was incessant, and sparks flew everywhere. A group of sturdy men took off their shirts, and sweat flowed down their bare upper bodies, soaking their lower garments.

  Occasionally, a blacksmith would stop his work and curiously look at the passing Dryn, then loudly shout to Franlin walking in front: "Boss, how did you get an Oakland Magic & Warrior Academy student here? Today's entertainment program?"

  A rough, loud voice suddenly brought laughter from many people. Franlin shook his large head in dismay, knowing that the students of Auckland Magic and Warrior Academy were decent at fighting against demons, but had no chance at blacksmithing. However, since the blacksmith shop was short-handed, he could only try his luck to see if he could find a worker who was slightly skilled at blacksmithing.

  Qian Jin stopped beside a small furnace, and Franlin looked up at him with concern. He casually picked up a piece of raw iron and threw it into the furnace, saying, "Try it out, be careful, the iron will get very hot and you'll get burned even if you have Dou Qi protecting your body."

  Qian Jin felt a wave of powerless defeat wash over him, could it be that his appearance gave off an extremely foolish impression? Iron burns when it's red hot, this is basic common sense! It couldn't be that some senior or upperclassman had tried to show off their impressive fighting skills here and ended up burning their hand, right? This was really bringing shame to the academy.

  The rising flames gradually turned the pig iron into a reddish color. Franlin glanced at the color of the pig iron and nodded towards the several iron hammers placed in the corner of the wall: "Just pick one, let's get started."

  He glanced at the iron hammers placed in the corner of the wall, the heaviest one weighing no more than thirty or forty pounds. Although he had only used an iron hammer once in that "Infinite World", he still felt more accustomed to heavy hammers and they looked relatively more intimidating.

  Qian Jin stood still on the spot, and several nearby blacksmiths laughed with a hint of teasing: "Little warrior, can't you handle these heavy hammers? Don't worry, look to your right, there are three smaller hammers over there."

  The sarcastic remark immediately brought laughter from some blacksmiths in the distance, and almost everyone stopped their work to see what this warrior from Auckland Academy would do next. This kind of thing had been seen many times before, but it never got old.

  "This...". With a dry tone, he raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, clicking his tongue: "These are all too light..."

  The laughter in the backyard stopped.

  A dozen or so blacksmiths, with expressions as if they had ten eggs stuffed in their mouths, their cheek and eye muscles changing from stiffness to rapid twitching, followed by a loud burst of laughter echoing above the blacksmith's shop, some even laughing so hard that they doubled over and clutched their bellies.

  By the way, recommendation votes, member clicks... um, and collections