After ordering the skewers, Mo Bei took out his mobile phone to see who had sent him messages during this period.
The result was a bit disappointing. Apart from service text messages and advertisements, there was not a single message for more than a month.
He couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had been around enough times before and was a completely marginalized figure. Not even his colleagues asked him the reason for his sudden resignation.
Anyway, it would save trouble, otherwise if someone really asked him, he would have to think about how to reply.
He laughed at himself and opened the circle of friends.
I originally thought that after spending such a long time in the sanctuary, those classmates I had not contacted for a long time would have graduated. However, because I was sent back to the time point before I left, these classmates have just finished their summer vacation and have entered their junior year.
He felt as if he had entered the Time Room to practice for more than two years. Now when he saw his friends from the past in the photos, he even felt a little immature.
The banshee was waiting a little impatiently when she heard Mo Bei click on the small piece of paper on the table and say without raising his head:
"We've been called, go get it."
The banshee immediately stood up and walked to the small table next to the oven, bringing back the newly plated skewers. Just as she was about to sit down and start eating, Mo Bei pointed to the drink cabinet again:
"Get me a can of that red one, and get whichever one you want to drink."
The banshee left happily again without showing any reluctance.
As long as the treatment is in place, these are not problems!
Everyone else in the store looked twitchy.
Who gave you this habit of ordering people around? You don't have any hands or feet, do you?
If it really doesn’t work, just live with your cell phone!
Mo Bei felt some indignation among the people and felt puzzled.
If I send my demon slaves to do something, what will it do to you?
The fragrant barbecue was mixed with the joy of Fatty, and I felt extremely comfortable. This long-lost feeling was simply refreshing.
Taseres had been spoiled for choice in front of the drink cabinet, so he made the same choice as Mo Bei. Seeing that Mo Bei was enjoying the drink, he followed the example and took a big sip, but in the end he puffed up his cheeks and stared. His eyes were big and his eyebrows were twitching.
"Well..."
Mo Bei raised his head and saw this, quickly hid behind him and warned:
"Don't squirt it out for me!"
The banshee had no choice but to frown and swallow what was in her mouth, and shuddered at the end.
Mo Bei couldn't help but feel happy, thinking that this was exactly the same as a dog's reaction to drinking sparkling water.
He put down the sign in his hand and said:
"I'm going to do some errands. You can eat here slowly and don't cause trouble."
He had looked through an alley in front of him and saw a goldsmith's shop in the neighboring street that had not yet closed, and his attention was attracted by the word "Recycle" hanging on the light box.
While walking through the alley, he took out two gold coins from the inventory, shaped them into two small gold lumps with his bare hands, walked into the gold shop and asked:
"We accept gold here? What's the price?"
There were only two people in the store, one was cleaning, and the other was using his mobile phone to scan the short-view screen. The cleaning man just raised his head when he heard this, and continued to work on himself. The other person put down his mobile phone and asked:
"Receive it, do you have an invoice?"
Mo Bei had never done this before, but he also knew that the price would be reduced if there was no invoice, but he didn't care much about it and said "no" truthfully.
"Let's take a look at things first."
The man pushed the tray forward on the glass counter and saw two small golden lumps placed on it. He immediately raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect such a big order to come in so late. He subconsciously looked at the door of the store again. After confirming that Mo Bei was alone, he asked again:
"Can I burn it?"
Mo Bei nodded. He also came here to see what results he could get from the gold coins from another world.
The two small gold lumps were put into the quartz crucible together. Under the roar of the spray gun, they soon turned into a red gold liquid. After being poured into the grinding tool, they turned into a small gold bar.
"If this is found to be fake after burning, or the business is not completed, won't your anger be in vain? Or will there be a charge?" Mo Bei asked.
The man waved his hand and said:
"No, it's not a big deal!"
Mo Bei couldn't help but laugh. The gold shop owner was really arrogant. .
The man cooled the small gold bar with water, dried it and put it on an electronic scale, and got a reading of 41.93.
When Mo Bei saw this number, he thought to himself that he didn't know what standard this gold coin was minted according to, so how could he weigh such a gram number? .
This was a face-to-face weighing, and a test was done afterward. The man put the small gold bars into a printer-like instrument, clicked a few times on the computer next to him, and a report was quickly issued.
It was indeed 99.99 pure gold. Seeing this result, Mo Bei felt relieved.
He took away a huge amount of wealth from the dignitaries of Kaltim City. There were nearly eight million gold coins in his inventory. Each one was 20 grams, which was 160 tons of gold. In addition, there were a large number of gems. If they could be cashed in, It is not a problem to buy some urgently needed materials to support the shelter.
"Five hundred and fifty-one grams." The man said as he put the small gold bar back into the tray.
Mo Bei had just seen the price of gold, and it was almost fifty yuan a gram. This man looked generous on the surface, but the price he offered was really dark.
Even though he didn't care much, he still paid back the price twice, and finally sold it for 571 grams, getting 23,900 yuan, which was quite smooth.
He calculated in his mind how much it would be safer to make one move, and walked out of the gold shop. It was getting late, so he might as well go home and make some detailed plans.
Just as he was completing the transfer with the goldsmith's shop, three tipsy men walked into the barbecue restaurant. The leading man had a beer belly, several layers of flesh folds on the back of his head, and tattoos on the back of his neck and arms. When he entered the store, he shouted:
"Twenty fat loin roasts, a dozen oysters! And fifty skewers of mutton."
When he turned back to find his place, his eyes fell on Tesiris who was masturbating alone. He was startled, and then he reached out and pulled his two companions. After the three of them looked at each other, they looked at each other and laughed.
After muttering a few more words to each other, the tattooed man with a beer belly in the lead slowly approached the banshee table and asked:
"one person?"
Taseres didn't even raise his eyes and continued to play.
"How about we have a drink together?"
As the man spoke, he pulled up a chair and wanted to sit down. The other two people also laughed and gathered around.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?"
Seeing that he was completely ignored, the man's face showed a bit of cruelty, and he raised his hand to pull the banshee's hair.
The banshee silently raised the bamboo stick in her hand slightly, and pointed the tip at the man's stretched out hand, her eyes cold.
She clearly felt the desire and malice emanating from the three of them. As a demon from the abyss of sin, she was particularly sensitive to this.
But then she remembered Mo Bei's explanation, curled her lips, and looked unhappy.
"You're so powerful. Believe it or not, I can kill you right here!"
The beer belly stood up and his mouth became dirty.
When everyone else in the store saw this, they all fell into silence, intending to help the beauty, but seeing that the three people were not easy to mess with, they still chose to continue to wait and see.
No one noticed that the moment the banshee raised her eyes to look at the man with the beer belly tattoo, a strange red light flashed across her eyes and disappeared in a flash.
The man yelled a few more words, his expression became more ferocious, his breathing was heavy, and he actually started to unbuckle his belt in front of everyone.
Even his two companions were a little stunned, but what puzzled them even more was that the man actually took off his belt and walked out the door. He continued to curse and walked straight to the street. Next to a stainless steel trash can, he took off his pants, held the trash can with both hands, and launched a violent impact.
This trash can is just under a streetlight, just like a stage spotlight, focusing on this extremely eye-catching behavior.
Fuck you. . . . .
Everyone who witnessed this scene was completely shocked. While shouting, they invariably took out their mobile phones to record this unprecedented spectacle.
There was also a young man who was walking with a mobile phone and quickly turned around to put himself in the same frame as the tattooed man who was crazily hitting the trash can and screamed:
"Family, can you believe it! What did I see here!!"
(End of chapter)
