Looking at the gold bar in the young man's hand that shone dazzlingly under the light, Yang Qing's body became inexplicably hot.
In China's thousands of years of history, gold has always been at the forefront. It can be said that the Chinese people's preference for gold has been engraved in their bones. In front of it, even diamonds have to stand aside!
Yang Qing was naturally not exempt from the vulgarity. Looking at the golden little yellow croaker, he liked it no matter how much he looked at it.
Ouch!
Why is it so good-looking and beautiful?
How greedy!
But he was greedy, and he still knew how much he weighed. He reluctantly looked away and shook his head with a wry smile: "You think highly of me. With my little money, I can't afford this."
"That's it." The young man took back the things in disappointment, and then asked without giving up: "Do you know who in this market buys this? It's more reliable."
Yang Qing was quite helpful. After hearing this, he thought for a while and said: "There are a few people collecting gold. There is a tall ticket seller in the middle, and an old man selling oil with a long beard. They all collect gold.
But the price is too low, so if you don’t worry, just wait and see if anyone else can come after watching it for a while.”
"I know those two people, they are very evil-hearted. Not long ago, my friend sold one piece to the big man, and only gave him twenty yuan for one tael! I was stupid to sell them!" The young man stood up angrily and got ready.
Leaving: "You should be busy, see you later."
"Wait."
Chu Heng stopped him at this moment and asked with a smile: "What price do you want to sell this gold for?"
Only then did the young man notice this guy. He glanced at him and saw that he was well-dressed and well-dressed. He looked like a rich man. Plus, he had a foreign accent. So he started to think about slaughtering the fat sheep and thought about it.
Asked a high price: "One hundred and ten taels!"
When Yang Qing next to him heard the price, which was much higher than the market price, he also understood what was going on. He interjected speechlessly: "Brother, this is my brother. Stop playing tricks and open a real one."
Don’t worry, he can afford it.”
"Then you didn't tell me earlier."
The young man scratched his butt angrily and said, "The price is fifty-one taels, so take it if you want it."
I think even one hundred is cheap...
Chu Heng looked at the young man with a strange expression, nodded and said: "Okay, bring the things and let me inspect them."
"then."
Because Yang Qing had such a good reputation, the young man simply threw away the gold bars in his hand.
Chu Heng caught the gold bar steadily, and the heavy hand felt particularly pleasant. He held it in front of him and took a look. Judging from the color, it was fine. Then he wiped the gold bar on his body and handed it to Wan Xiaotian's mouth.
"Bite hard."
You really don’t treat me as a human being!
Wan Xiaotian opened his mouth speechlessly, bared his teeth and took a hard bite.
Chu Heng rubbed the saliva on his body with a look of disgust, glanced at the mark on it, nodded, and pointed to an old man selling peanuts next to him: "Go and borrow the scale."
"well!"
Wan Xiaotian hurriedly ran over and soon borrowed the scale back.
Chu Hengqian, who was the most familiar with it, took the small scale and put the gold bars in the bucket. He gently fiddled with the weight twice and said to the young man who had been standing by and staring at the scale: "Did you see that? I'll tell you.
Two taels and two cents, do you have any objection?"
"No, no." The young man shook his head happily. This weight was between two qian and one qian, so he definitely took advantage.
"That's one hundred and one."
Chu Heng casually handed the small ring containing the gold bars to Wan Xiaotian, took out the money quickly and handed it to the young man: "Count it."
"No, no, no, I can trust you." The young man put the money into his pocket without counting it, said goodbye cheerfully, and headed straight into the nearby residential area.
This is also a vigilant person, afraid of being noticed by others if he goes forward, so he plans to walk around the urban-rural fringe before leaving.
"Okay, let's go too." Chu Heng took back the gold bar Wan Xiaotian handed over and turned to Yang Qing and said.
"Oh, I'll clean it up."
Yang Qing hurriedly went to clean up the stall, and Wan Xiaotian also ran to return the favor.
A few moments.
The three of them rode home.
Wan Xiaotian and Yang Qing were carrying a cloth bag, one was carrying a deer corpse behind, and Chu Heng was carrying the light package in front. Originally, he wanted to resist the deer corpse, but Yang Qing refused and forced it.
Grabbed it.
My little brother is very good at getting things done.
The three brothers came out of Pigeon Market talking and laughing. Five or six minutes later, they walked into the path where the bicycles were hidden. They quickly retrieved their bicycles, loaded up their things and headed back.
Just when they were about to come out of the path onto the main road, three men suddenly jumped out from the side of the road and blocked their way. Then two men appeared behind them, both holding knives in their hands.
Under the silvery moonlight, the blade of the knife shone coldly.
These people have been following Chu Heng since he bought the deer, and they are planning to do a business without capital.
Yang Qing looked at these unkind people who suddenly appeared, his face changed, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes. He got out of the car and took out a knife from his waist, and blocked it in front of Chu Heng.
"Brother! You and Brother Xiaotian run into the field nearby, I'll stop them!"
He often hangs out in the pigeon market, and he can't do this without a bit of ruthlessness.
"Stay there!"
Chu Heng pulled Yang Qing away, sneered, took out a gun from his arms, and pulled the trigger into the sky.
"Bang!"
A huge gunshot echoed in the silent night air.
Seeing that he actually had a gun, the five people were startled. They wanted to run but did not dare to run. After exchanging extensions, a middle-aged man came forward tremblingly, smiled bitterly, clasped his fists and said, "Who is our brother?"
We are blind, but please spare our lives!"
"roll!"
Chu Heng said calmly. He didn't really want to embarrass these people. After all, it would be difficult to deal with people's lives when they were away from home.
Several people suddenly felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and turned around in a panic and ran away. One of them even lost a shoe.
"waste."
Chu Heng curled his lips disdainfully, greeted the stunned Yang Qing, got on the car and continued on his way.
On the way, Yang Qing secretly looked at his seemingly harmless old man several times, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Brother, why do you still carry a gun when you go out?"
"Isn't it normal for people who go out to carry a gun for self-defense?" Chu Heng looked over with a strange look on his face, as if it was a matter of course.
That’s normal!
Who is a good person with a gun on his body?
Yang Qing turned around dumbfounded, and suddenly found that he was a little strange to his brother.
It seems that my brother is not a kind person!
But then I thought again, whether he is good or not is none of my business. This is my brother. He is kind to our family and he is really good to me. So what if he is a heinous person?
About half an hour later.
The three of them returned to the sugar factory.
The old janitor who was woken up saw the three brothers carrying large and small packages. He didn't ask any questions or even showed any displeasure. He happily opened the door and let them in.
