Jiang Yan had already arrived in front of a gold store that looked like a grocery store.
This is not a shop like Lao Fengxiang, but an ordinary goldsmithing shop.
It was introduced by a local in Dongyang, and the boss is also a local. He has been working for more than ten years and his reputation is guaranteed.
Jiang Yan can be said to be half Dongyang native, and as soon as he speaks the Dongyang dialect, he can get any information out of his mouth.
Dongyang is a small place, but the people are rich.
And next door is Yongkang County, the hometown of hardware, and Yiwu County, the small commodity city.
So let alone just one small yellow croaker, even a hundred of them are not considered a big deal.
However, Jiang Yan was alone after all, so it was necessary to be careful, so he only planned to take one action this time.
After entering the store, Jiang Yan said straight to the point in native dialect to the boss-looking man: "What's the price for recycling gold?"
The boss didn't even raise his head and replied: "Seventy."
Um, okay.
Before he came here, he went to other gold stores to transfer the gold. The international price of gold is now 76 per gram.
If the recycling price is 70, it is quite reasonable.
So Jiang Yan took out a small yellow croaker and said, "Then take a look!"
The boss took one look at the little yellow croaker, weighed it with his hands and said: "You are quite rough, you can't even get 95% of it. In this case, I can't give you 70, the most is 65."
wipe!
This damn old man!
This is obviously a pig killing.
But it doesn’t matter, that’s all he sells here anyway.
And the most important thing is that it is enough to verify that the gold is real through this person's hands.
"Sell it if it's 69 or higher."
"No, no, I have to re-melt it, which will cost a lot, up to 65, otherwise you can go to another store."
"68, if it weren't for the lack of money, I really wouldn't want to sell it. The price of gold is getting higher year by year these days, and I would have lost a lot if I sold it now." Jiang Yan argued with reason.
"Hey, you young man, who knows what will happen in the future..."
"Then we won't sell it." Before the old man finished speaking, Jiang Yan directly picked up the small yellow croaker and left.
Sure enough, the old man was anxious.
"Hey, let me tell you, forget it, 68 is 68, oh, I won't make any money from you..."
What a ghost!
Jiang Yan was disdainful, but he agreed to the price.
Ten minutes later.
32 grams of small yellow croaker, purity 94%.
The price is 68 per gram, and I finally received 2,050 yuan via bank card.
There was more than four yuan extra, so the old man chipped in.
Jiang Yan didn't care either.
Anyway, the only gap he has now is the few hundred yuan he borrowed.
Now I have more than 2,000 yuan in hand, which is enough to support my life.
But having said that, one small yellow croaker in the Republic of China only weighed more than 30 grams, which was beyond Jiang Yan's expectation.
I thought it was 50 grams.
This time wealth has shrunk by at least 40%.
"But it doesn't matter, we can do it next time."
Jiang Yan has a very upright attitude. This book was just picked up. There is no need to worry about whether it is more or less.
Besides, as long as you work hard, you can get as much of this thing as you want.
It is even possible that one day, your own holdings can shake the international gold price.
"So, set a small goal first, and then collect at least a thousand small yellow croakers!"
“Then I will entrust the relationship to convert it into RMB or Hong Kong dollars!”
"It's June 15th now, and there are nearly two months until August 13th."
“There’s just enough time!”
Jiang Yan fancied that when the time comes, he will bring millions to buy the bottom of Xiangjiang, no, he will defend Xiangjiang, covering his mouth and laughing.
Even without leverage, it is estimated that it can double in two months.
Why.
After all this calculation, it is better to make money faster if you are engaged in finance!
But as the old saying goes, contentment is enough.
Jiang Yan quickly looked away.
"Then the next step is to continue testing the golden finger."
"Next time, let's try taking on an immortal character first."
He wanted to know if the character was immortal, then he would not die after the countdown ended.
Experiments need to be rigorous.
After verifying this problem, there are other problems waiting to be verified.
For example, if you play the role of a god, can you really become a god?
Jiang Yan has a lot of time, so he can take his time and not be in a hurry.
After making up his mind, Jiang Yan bought a BP machine and a few sets of clothes before going home.
....
In the next two days, Jiang Yan played two more roles.
One is to be an eight-way group performer, forget it, there is no money to make, and you still have to be shot, it is meaningless.
The other was an officer and soldier in a costume drama. He thought he would not have to die this time, but the director saw that he was handsome and arranged a scene in which he was killed by an assassin.
Jiang Yan wanted to refuse, but the TM script arranged that all the officers and soldiers were killed. What else could be done? He couldn't just give up, so he had to accept his fate.
However, in another world, he killed several assassins with his gun. However, there were too many assassins, so in order to save bullets, he had to be killed.
After playing the two roles, each got two skills.
A white gun technique and a green sword technique.
Again, it's not very useful, but it's better than nothing.
"Old Wu, is there any way to avoid death? I can't wash away the smell of blood on my body these days. It's very unlucky!"
That night, Jiang Yan took Wu Yong to drink and took the opportunity to complain.
He desperately wanted to find a safe role. As for roles such as martial arts masters, he naturally didn't want them. There were not enough roles, it would be too difficult, and there was no relevant crew.
"Why, those directors didn't introduce it to you?" Old Wu asked curiously after hearing this.
Jiang Yan is always favored by the director every time he enters the crew recently, which makes him happy and envious.
He had a hunch that his fellow countryman would fly into the sky soon.
"Hey, stop talking. I haven't heard anything in the past two days. I only introduced Liu He at the beginning."
"Originally, I wanted to treat Liu He to a meal yesterday to express my gratitude, and also to ask if there were any roles. But yesterday, he went north to film."
"As for Zhang Shuang, he keeps saying that he will wait until he is done with this period of time."
"Listen, doesn't this mean rejection?"
After Jiang Yan finished speaking, he drank a glass of wine, but this time there was no space.
"Hey, look at it." Hearing Zhang Shuang's attitude, Wu Yong was a little angry, but after all, he had a lot of experience, so he asked, "By the way, how much did the RB officer take last time?"
"Three hundred plus twenty red envelopes."
"Fuck you, support me for half a month!" Wu Yong sighed, and then said doubtfully, "That's not right. Since people have given red envelopes, it proves that they are really optimistic about you. Why did it change later?"
"Who knows." Jiang Yan touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.
He was wondering if Zhang Shuang was afraid of being drunk by him.
Um...Isn't that really the case?
The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible, but he just wouldn't admit it.
"Hey, forget it." Old Wu picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then comforted, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it for you. Just don't regret it. That life is very boring, you know."
"That's okay, just try more new roles."
"Hey, you're talking like a great artist. I think you're drifting off. You have to know that you're just an extra now!"
"Screw you, I won't let the snowflakes fall. Come on, this bottle is dry!"
"Stop, please slow down..."
The two exchanged cups, and soon Jiang Yan carried Lao Wu home again.
After a while of busy work, Jiang Yan was getting ready to sleep.
At this time, news came from the BP machine.
Jiang Yan took a look, but it was Zhang Shuang: "If there is a show, come back quickly."
Good guy, I was scolding him just now, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.
Jiang Yan quickly went downstairs to make a phone call:
"Hey Brother Zhang, I thought you had forgotten me, haha."
"I'm free. All the schedules are available for you."
"Oh, yes, okay, eunuch...will he die? Yes, oh, okay, haha!"
"Okay, no problem, see you tomorrow!"
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yan's face was full of excitement.