One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the news that Zhang Jing had found five kilograms of meteorite quickly spread in the night market and among friends.
The news became more and more exaggerated.
Passerby A: A young man who was cheated on found a piece of meteorite weighing five kilograms.
Passerby B: A young man who was cheated on twice in a row found a 50-pound meteorite.
Passerby C: A young man who had been cheated on twenty times in a row found a 500-pound Martian meteorite.
.....
Passerby N: A young man who had been cheated on two hundred times in a row found a moon meteorite weighing 5,000 kilograms.
The rumors became more and more ridiculous, but no one believed it.
As expected, Zhang Jing received a call from Xiao Jing. The woman asked in a gentle and caring voice, "You haven't called me for two days. Are you in danger outside?"
"Look at Moments," Zhang Jing complained, "I am the lucky guy who was rumored to have been cheated on two hundred times and found a lunar meteorite weighing 5,000 kilograms."
"What do you mean!"
Xiao Jing's face changed in a second, and she asked in a bad tone on the phone.
"You were my girlfriend before, and I would pamper you. Now, bye bye!"
After being hung up on the phone, Xiao Jing couldn't calm down for a long time. She naturally didn't believe the exaggerated rumors in her circle of friends, but at least it meant that someone had found a good meteorite.
Just now, I was envious of who had such bad luck, but I never expected that that person was Zhang Jing.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Xiao Jing rushed to the backpacker hotel where Zhang Jing had rented all year round. She made a fuss but couldn't find anyone, so she simply sat on the first floor and waited.
Zhang Jing didn't know that his ex-girlfriend was planning to keep him alive, so he enjoyed haggis, mutton skewers, tripe buns, steamed buns...eating a little of each at the night market.
I lingered until 9:30 in the evening and came to the north gate of Xijiang University again.
Xu Zehong arrived almost at the same time.
"How about it?"
After taking the meteorite, Zhang Jing asked concernedly.
"Grainless tektite has a high nickel content and no Weidmann pattern, which is relatively rare."
Zhang Jing understands basic common sense.
The Earth's core is mainly composed of iron and nickel elements. The higher the nickel content, the closer it is to the core.
Therefore, the meteorite community generally believes that high-content nickel-iron meteorites come from the core part of asteroids.
This means that the price of Zhang Jing's iron meteorites is not 800~1500 per gram, but 6000~8000 per gram. If you meet a good buyer, the price will reach 10,000 per gram.
His heart was beating hard, his hands were shaking, and his legs were shaking. Zhang Jing looked forward to asking: "Is it the falling moon?"
If it is a moonfall, multiply the price by ten.
"Definitely not. It most likely belongs to the core of an asteroid. You are very lucky. This is the proof I wrote to you."
After receiving the handwritten certificate from Xu Zehong, Zhang Jing was afraid that his heart would jump out of his chest. This time, he was really going to get rich.
"Do you need me to introduce you to a buyer?"
When Zhang Jing was about to leave, he was stopped by Xu Zehong, "The price must be higher than the price you sell to those middlemen."
Because there are many people engaged in collecting jade and meteorites in Western Xinjiang, a market has been formed, and many middlemen, large and small, have opened shops to buy back meteorites, jade, and antiques.
"What about the conditions?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Give me a 10% commission, and don't show your meteorite to others for the time being."
Zhang Jing was surprised. He didn't expect there to be so few, because middlemen generally only buy 60% of the market price, and those who give 70% are good people.
Zhang Jing naturally agreed to such good conditions.
Saying goodbye to the old man, the sun has just set.
Walking on the sidewalk, Zhang Jing was in a very beautiful mood and unconsciously hummed a section of the Peking Opera "Fishing for a Golden Turtle".
"My name is Zhang Yi. My son, listen to your mother's teachings. As a mother, please tell Jiao'er in detail..."
"Brother Zhang, wait for me."
Ding Jiaqi, who is twenty years old this year, ran up from behind and asked, "When did you come back, where is Sister Xiao Jing?"
Looking at Ding Jiaqi, Zhang Jing avoided Xiao Jing and chatted: "I just came back this afternoon, why are you here?"
A year ago, Zhang Jing met Ding Jiaqi on the high-speed rail and learned that she was a few points short of studying at Zhejiang University in her hometown because her grades were not enough, so she ended up far away from her hometown to study at university in Xijiang.
Because we are from the same hometown, we are strangers in a foreign land. Later, we had barbecue together two or three times, and occasionally contacted each other on mobile phones. They were just ordinary friends.
Ding Jiaqi panted slightly and complained: "There is a guy who has been following me lately, causing me to take a detour back to the dormitory every day."
Zhang Jing chuckled and looked at Ding Jiaqi. She was about 1.7 meters tall, with fairer skin than most girls, delicate facial features, a plump forehead, and a fleshy face. These were her advantages.
But it's not particularly beautiful, it can only be said to be attractive.
In layman's terms, Ding Jiaqi is suitable to be a wife, and people with high standards will look down on her.
"Don't laugh," Ding Jiaqi raised her fist and asked curiously: "You are in a good mood, have you made money?"
Zhang Jing nodded and said, "Make 100 million points."
During the chat, the two walked to the night market and were greeted by a compound aroma. Even though Zhang Jing was full, he felt like he could eat more.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi tugged at the corner of Zhang Jing's clothes, drooling at the corner of her mouth, and said in a hopeful tone: "I want to eat skewers, can you treat me? I will treat you back when I earn money from working during the summer vacation."
Ding Jiaqi had previously talked about how her mother gave her 1,200 per month as living expenses, which seemed like a lot, but was actually only enough to eat in the canteen. She had to be careful not to eat too much meat, and she could only eat grapes as fruit.
"Okay," Zhang Jing readily agreed, "You order and I'll pay."
Ding Jiaqi cheered and rushed to the night market food stalls, followed by tripe buns, haggis, mutton skewers, steamed buns and so on.
After feeding Ding Jiaqi with seventy yuan and sending her back to the dormitory, Zhang Jing returned to the backpacker hotel where he usually stayed in the northwest of the city, and happened to bump into Xiao Jing.
Seeing Zhang Jing, Xiao Jing pretended to have a pitiful expression and said with concern, "You're back, I've been waiting for a long time."
Xiao Jing is twenty-three years old this year, one year younger than Zhang Jing. She is from Central China, 1.68 meters tall, with big eyes, a high nose bridge, and an average appearance.
At first glance, she is prettier than twenty-year-old Ding Jiaqi.
Because of this, Zhang Jing knelt down and licked her for half a year, buying her gifts and pampering her in various ways.
Unexpectedly, I followed the old saying: lick the dog, lick the dog, lick it until the end, and you will have nothing.
"Stop pretending," Zhang Jing showed off his cards, "There is a better one, why are you waiting for me?"
"What's better?" Xiao Jing denied and said hypocritically: "I only have you in my eyes and heart."
Zhang Jing didn't want to argue or quarrel. He just wanted to sleep with the meteorite in his arms. He said, "You've been caught by me, get out of here."
"Get out?" Xiao Jing was furious, "How do you think you wasted half a year of my youth?"
Zhang Jing was even more angry when he mentioned half a year of youth.
"In just half a year, you spent 100,000 yuan in my savings, mobile phones, bags, jewelry, and necklaces. Return this money to me, and then I will consider compensating you for the loss of your youth."
"Bang! Bang!"
The hotel owner knocked on the front desk and pointed at the three cameras in the room. "Don't fight. The cameras are connected to the police station."
Xiao Jing didn't dare to take action, and neither did Zhang Jing. It wasn't cost-effective to fight and be locked up.
After calming down, Xiao Jing looked at the backpack behind Zhang Jing, "The circle of friends said that you found a lunar meteorite, is it true?"
"Fake."
"What's in your bag?"
"It has nothing to do with you."
"I love you." Xiao Jing explained.
"Don't disgust me."
