"Give me a few days and I will make arrangements." Song Ziyu said.
"No problem!" Zhao Yuanba was overjoyed. He didn't expect Song Ziyu to agree so readily, which was unexpected.
Song Ziyu was also unambiguous, reaching out to grab the golden lump on the plate and putting it into his trouser pocket: "Brother Ba, this is the deposit for the first batch of goods. If the business is not completed, I will return the gold to you!"
hiss……
This is a very learned statement!
In Zhao Yuanba's view, Song Ziyu gave him hope, but also made him feel a little unstable. He seemed to have got on the bus but not yet. This was a top-notch language strategy, and he had to control himself psychologically.
Is it possible that this guy is still working with other partners?
Zhao Yuanba speculated.
"Little brother, I can assure you with all my heart that you can feel confident cooperating with me in this Longshan settlement. As for the other guys, none of them can compare with me in terms of character!" Zhao Yuanba vowed. said.
As everyone knows!
Song Ziyu felt even more guilty.
Reaching out for the gold was already the greatest courage in my life. What if I couldn't go back?
If you can't go back, you can't make a deal. If you can't make a deal, you have to bear the risk of default.
The guy in front of me is obviously not a good person, so he leaves a way out for himself by speaking!
Fortunately, the deal was successfully negotiated. Under the escort of Xu Yingnan, Song Ziyu walked out of Zhao Yuanba's villa without any danger.
"Where are we going now?" Xu Yingnan asked.
"Help me find a place to live, just a single room." Song Ziyu said.
"No problem. I happen to have a house for you to live in in the Longshan settlement. It's much safer than living in other places... But you have to pay more!" Xu Yingnan said.
"Keep the books, keep the accounts, and pay the rent when I pay your salary." Song Ziyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself that you are really a money-adding lady.
Song Ziyu followed Xu Yingnan to a small three-story foreign-style building in the inner city.
The small western-style building is decorated with red bricks and 100 tiles and is uniquely decorated. The windows on the three floors are filled with green plants, which is incompatible with the image of a fortress tower in the settlement.
"Here we are, this is my home." Xu Yingnan said: "Although it is not as big as Zhao Yuanba's villa, it is still comfortable to live in."
Looking at this small foreign-style building, Song Ziyu was so shocked that he could not speak.
A small single-family building of this size could not be bought for more than a few million dollars in Han'an City, where I live.
Sister Jiaqian turns out to be a little rich woman!
Arriving at the room on the third floor, Song Ziyu carefully closed the door, then lay on the bed and caught up on a full night's sleep. He finally stayed up until about ten o'clock in the evening. With a nervous mood, Song Ziyu knocked on the mysterious bracelet and silently said "go home" in his heart. .
[Charging completed, do you want to transmit? 】
The ethereal mechanical sound sounded again, making Song Ziyu's heart beat loudly.
"Teleport!" Song Ziyu shouted in his heart.
The green light flashed, and the scenery in Song Ziyu's eyes changed. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his rental house.
Looking at the dirty kennel, Song Ziyu couldn't help but smile bitterly. This was not as good as Xu Yingnan's home.
Opening the window, the sky was clear and it was a beautiful day. Song Ziyu was surprised, why is it not night?
Quickly pick up the bedside alarm clock to check the time!
10:07 am!
Song Ziyu suddenly realized that time here seemed to be suspended during the entire process of traveling through time.
This major discovery shocked Song Ziyu!
how did you do that?
Song Ziyu didn't have much professional knowledge to explain this strange phenomenon, but the result made him excited.
This proves that one day can be used as two days!
Song Ziyu quickly touched his trouser pocket, and the two golden bumps were still there, which was heavy and reassuring.
Time waits for me not, the life of a plane merchant starts from this moment!
Song Ziyu took three minutes to take a shower, put on a handsome short outfit, combed her hair like an adult, and then kicked out the door carrying a backpack for making up classes.
The first problem he has to solve is to turn the gold into cash.
Although banks are the best place to recycle gold, Song Ziyu did not consider it.
As a high school graduate, I couldn't explain the source of the gold. Going to the bank to sell it rashly might cause unexpected trouble.
Therefore, Song Ziyu chose Jinjie.
Dajin Street in Huacao Lane, Han'an City is an old street specializing in the buying and selling of old gold and silver items. There are more than a dozen pawn shops and antique shops here, all of which are engaged in the business of buying at low prices and selling at high prices.
Song Ziyu walked on Dajin Street and finally selected a store called "Wang Ji Antiques".
Song Ziyu had some considerations in choosing this humble shop... Just now, he saw with his own eyes that a drug addict-looking guy sneaked into the shop, offered something to the boss, and then took it with his own eyes. The money is gone.
From Song Ziyu's point of view, if a Taoist friend like this who smokes white faces can successfully trade, he shouldn't have much of a problem.
With the mentality of giving it a try, Song Ziyu walked into Wangji Antique Store.
The store is very small and you can see it all at a glance.
The boss is a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. He is sitting behind the counter with his bare chest and belly, watching Cyndi Wang dancing to "Love You" on his tablet, and comparing his feelings with him while watching.
"Ahem." Song Ziyu greeted politely.
The fat uncle scanned it with radar-like eyes, then squinted and said, "Brother, what's the matter? I don't sell Ge Jun's review materials here."
Song Ziyu was shocked, this fat man had very vicious eyes.
"I want to sell something, will you accept it here?" Song Ziyu asked tentatively.
"Little brother, what are you selling? I will accept everything except books and diplomas." The fat man became interested and sat up from his chair.
Song Ziyu took out the golden lump from his trouser pocket and placed it in front of the fat man.
"This is..." The fat man's face changed slightly, he reached out and picked up a golden nugget and weighed it in his hand.
"This is gold." Song Ziyu got straight to the point.
"Where did you come from?" The fat man looked at Song Ziyu suspiciously.
"Are you going to accept it? If not, I'll look for someone else!" Song Ziyu said.
"Take it, but I want to check the authenticity." The fat man said.
"You can test it as you like!" Song Ziyu became nervous again.
The fat man placed the gold lump in the quartz crucible, took out the flame spray gun, and began to heat the gold.
As we all know, the melting point of gold is 1063°C. When a flame gun heats gold at a high temperature of 1000°C, real gold will become brighter and brighter until it becomes transparent, while fake gold will turn black or even melt directly.
Looking at the shining golden bump, the fat man put down his spray gun and said, "It's gold."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu felt reassured.
"How to sell it?" Song Ziyu asked in a low voice.
The fat man took out his mobile phone to check and said: "Brother, today's international gold price is 420 per gram, but I can only give you 410. I have to charge a handling fee of 10 yuan per gram. Brother, don't mind the 10 yuan, let's pass it on From now on, I will take care of any risks in gold, and it has nothing to do with you even if I come to you, so you won’t suffer any loss."
"Okay!" Song Ziyu understood what Fatty meant and readily agreed.
The two golden lumps weighed a total of 99.38 grams, with a discount of 40,735 yuan.
"Brother, do you want to transfer money via WeChat or cash?" the fat man asked with a smile.
"Cash." Song Ziyu replied.
"No problem, just wait." The fat man returned to the inner room and came out after a while, holding four wads of bills in his hand.
The banknotes were brand new, including a stack of 10,000 yuan, with bank paper ties tied to it. There were also eight hundred-dollar bills lying quietly on top of the money bricks.
"Brother, I won't take advantage of you because I see you are young. Here is 40,800 yuan, please take it... Hey, you came here with a backpack on your back, you are a professional!"
The fat man smiled broadly.
Song Ziyu quickly stuffed the four wads of money into his backpack, then took out three hundred-dollar bills, slapped them on the table and said to the fat man, "Thank you for your hard work, take them for tea."
"Brother, you are very particular. If you have this kind of business again, remember to contact me." The fat man smiled even more kindly.
"I will." Song Ziyu muttered and quickly left the antique store.
After walking out of the antique store, she pulled the strap of the backpack and felt the weight in the bag. Song Ziyu couldn't help but laugh.
The transformation was so smooth that Song Ziyu couldn't help but praise his wise choice.
All the expected bad results did not happen, and the money was obtained just like this!
However……
This feeling of good about myself lasted about two minutes.
Song Ziyu walked out of Huacao Lane at the corner. The scrolling subtitles on the LED display above the magnificent Jin Dasheng Gold Store across the street were playing: Today's recycled gold price is 450 yuan/gram.
"I'll beat your lungs out!" Song Ziyu couldn't help but swear.
