"You, you, you..."
Trotsky, unable to breathe due to heartache, trembled as he stretched out his right hand, his eyes reddening as he pointed at Mu Jinyu, almost unable to resist fighting with him!
Damn, such a wanton destruction of treasures.
Those Divine Silkworms, capable of producing invaluable Divine Silkworm Silk, were just fried and eaten by this guy because he was hungry?!
Just thinking about it made Trotsky's heart feel as if it were about to explode!
The team members who had come with Trotsky, seeing him so agitated as if he were about to fall ill, quickly stood up and started to pat his back in commotion; some fumbled through their bags for his medicine.
Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong, standing to the side, exchanged glances when they saw this, both eyes filled with an unbelievable shock.
Damn, did Mu Jinyu have to be so awesome, nearly angering someone to death?!
After taking the medicine, Trotsky felt the heart-wrenching pain ease slightly.
His previously ferocious expression softened somewhat, and then, as he looked up at Mu Jinyu's indifferent expression, his breathing became rapid again.
Mu Jinyu curled his lips and muttered, "Do you need to get this worked up? Really."
Trotsky didn't catch Mu Jinyu's murmuring, but he could guess it wasn't anything nice, so he chose to ignore it.
The Divine Silkworms were fried and eaten?!
Not willing to give up just like that, Trotsky thought for a moment and, risking being angered to death, asked again, "Mr. Mu, did you really eat all those silkworms? Is it possible that one or two survived?"
"I don't know, maybe there are some left in the mountains, or maybe not?" Mu Jinyu said, curling his lips. "How would I know exactly?"
Upon hearing this, a glimmer of hope rose again in Trotsky's heart.
He looked at Mu Jinyu and urgently asked, "Then Mr. Mu, could you please tell me, where is the mountain you were on previously?!"
At that, Mu Jinyu's expression shifted, and he glanced sideways at Trotsky, saying indifferently, "Telling you wouldn't help; you wouldn't recognize it. Inviting you would be too far. Better forget it."
"What do you mean?!" Trotsky, not being very proficient in Chinese, didn't quite understand Mu Jinyu's words, and he looked blankly at his team, particularly at the assistant who was fluent in Huaxia.
The assistant carefully chose his words and explained cautiously, "Mr. Mu means that mentioning the place name would be futile as you wouldn't recognize it, and inviting you there would be too far, so he prefers not to go..."
"Huff, huff!!"
Upon hearing the assistant's explanation, Trotsky nearly succumbed to sickness from anger again.
Wow, so after all that talking, you basically had no intention of taking me there, huh?!
Trotsky continuously patted his chest, telling himself not to get angry, not to get agitated, to speak properly...
But...
Wow, it's really infuriating!!
No wonder Gu Xiyan and the others rushed back to him immediately after they contacted this guy yesterday afternoon, saying that he had agreed to meet with them and wanted to sign the contract right away.
No wonder, they must have known that if he met with this guy first, he probably wouldn't have the mood to sign any contracts with them after the meeting. So they rushed to sign the contract with him.
Trotsky felt a bit played by Gu Xiyan and her group.
But on reflection, it seemed he had only himself to blame. They had mentioned that the owner of these boxers wasn't easy to talk to and had advised him to be mentally prepared, but he hadn't taken it seriously and had even agreed to sign the contract with them first in his eagerness to meet Mu Jinyu.
Now, good going, not handling them correctly and letting them get the upper hand, he had signed the contract with them first. Then, after meeting with the boxer's owner, he not only didn't get any useful information but almost burst a blood vessel from frustration.
The more Trotsky thought about it, the angrier and more cheated he felt, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger, especially since, according to Mu Jinyu's recent replies, it seemed that the Divine Silkworm might still have a slight chance of survival.
Just for that nearly nonexistent possibility, he had to hold back his resentment and figure out a way to extract more information from Mu Jinyu!
After massaging his temples for a moment, Trotsky looked at Mu Jinyu, took a deep breath, and asked again, "Alright, I won't ask about those things. Mr. Mu, do you have any garments made with the same fabric, even a vest would do..."
When Mu Jinyu heard his request, his eyes grew cautious, and he shouted, "No, how many times do I have to tell you? My clothes are only for my woman; I don't give them to men, and definitely not to gay men. Don't even think about it!"
Upon hearing his words, Gu Xiyan narrowed her eyes, wanting to say who was his woman, but likely because there were too many people around, she ultimately didn't say anything.
And when Trotsky heard his response, especially the word "gay men" that had just been ignored but was now brought up again, his brows involuntarily twitched fiercely.
"I am not a gay man." Trotsky said with an ugly expression, realizing that the possibility of getting any finished products of Silkworm Silk from Mu Jinyu was very slim, he had to settle for the next best thing, "Then, Mr. Mu, do you have any of that silkworm's silk? I want to buy some…"
Since Mu Jinyu wasn't selling the Divine Silkworm Silk boxers, and it seemed the poor Divine Silkworm might have been fried and eaten by this clueless guy, and he wouldn't even disclose the address, Trotsky could only think about buying some Silkworm Silk to mend his wounded heart.
"You mean Silkworm Silk?" Mu Jinyu said, his eyes darting as if recalling, then he uncertainly said, "I think there might be some stock left?"
"Can you sell it to me? I'll buy it at one million yuan per liang." Trotsky hurriedly said.
"That might not be possible," Mu Jinyu said, his expression changing and hesitating.
Mistaking Mu Jinyu's hesitation as an attempt to raise the price, Trotsky wasn't afraid of Mu Jinyu hiking the price but was afraid he might refuse to sell, so he hurriedly said, "Why can't you sell it? Isn't all that silk yours? Can't you decide? Or do you think my purchasing price is too low? We can still sit down and negotiate. I'm really very sincere, and hardly anyone else in the world would offer a higher price."
Mu Jinyu looked at Trotsky's agitated manner and felt somewhat sympathetic, but still answered, "It's not that your offer is too low, on the contrary, I'm quite pleased with the price you're offering. It's just a pity..."
"A pity what?" Trotsky asked hurriedly.
Instantly, he had a bad feeling again.
Mu Jinyu hesitated in his reply, "It's a pity, I didn't realize that silk was valuable. Last month, I found a few jin of Silk Handkerchiefs made from that silk, and just when I ran out of toilet paper, I used them to wipe my butt and threw them away…"
Trotsky looked stunned, then muttered to himself, "No toilet paper, so you used it to wipe your butt and threw it away…"
"Ah—"
Trotsky couldn't handle the onslaught of shocks, his vision went dark, and he fell backward.
He literally passed out from fury!