"Noda-kun, do we want to continue? Hashimoto-kun heard that the price of silver has dropped sharply now, and it is estimated that it will drop even more. Many other people have stopped trading."
After hearing this, Noda asked about the situation again, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Continue to change, it is more convenient and safer to guard silver than guarding a pile of coppers!"
"...Okay..." The person who ran over to inform the situation, although a little disappointed, still nodded.
Although I made less money, it was not wrong to do so. I gave away the money easily yesterday, but this pile of copper was still being weighed down by others. The sticks I received on my back still hurt now!
At the fork in the road where people come and go, Noda and his men occupied the best position, selling money in exchange for the cartload of copper coins that he had managed to hold on to last night.
Last night, although they had sought out the concession patrol early in the morning and had been following him for help, they were still frequently tested and even attacked because of this large cart of copper coins.
Fortunately, although the concession patrol did not really protect them, they did not let too many people surround them to avoid causing major riots.
And because they were always following the patrol, others did not dare to go too far. They only used sticks and the like and gave out a few bags of copper coins to several groups of strongmen. They managed to survive until the riot was over.
The riot last night did not last too long. Compared to the madness last time, they were much more sober this time.
The purpose of everyone is to hold on to the money on hand first, and then see if there is a chance to get more. Due to the intervention of the police, those who guarded the money have sought shelter.
Seeing that there was no chance, the latter took a break one after another, especially those who had little or nothing. They wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to do more, but they were afraid of being robbed by wandering around.
Seeing the fewer opportunities to grab, and the overt and covert looks from other similar people, they also changed their stance and settled for the first.
Of course, the main reason has something to do with the lack of money, or the lack of silver coins. After all, there are only a few silver coins left, and after being robbed many times, they have been diluted to the point where a single person cannot get a few coins.
Those who grabbed a lot of silver coins would either choose to hide in their pockets and seek shelter, or simply run out. Anyway, a few envelopes of silver coins don't have much weight. They ran and hid, and in such a big city, they couldn't even find their shadows.
As for the copper coins, this thing is so heavy! No one can carry much, and you can’t grab it with you. If you turn around, someone will probably snatch it away.
Of course, there are also those who want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, and these people often form groups. However, seeing too many people change their stance, these people are worried about being attacked by a group, so they do not dare to go too far.
They often use the strength of the crowd to extort a small amount from each person, and some even provide protection and pump water for others. It is lively and lively, but the chaos never expands.
At dawn, all activities were put out, and they dispersed, preparing to sell last night's harvest as soon as possible. Many of them set up stalls one after another.
For example, not far from Noda and others, there was a money stall. There were several before, but they sold out a few of them very quickly. They left cursing and left because they were exhausted and carried a bag of copper coins.
It's not much of an ocean in exchange.
Noda changed the price for the stall. Although he decided to sell first and it was quite favorable, he did not want to lose too much.
"Don't you want to change some? Now the price of silver has dropped sharply. The sooner you change it, the more cost-effective it will be!"
He used chalk to write the exchange again on the board. When he saw the owner of the stall next to him craned his neck to look at it, he asked with a smile.
"...I don't dare to change, I don't dare to change..." The food stall owner quickly shook his head. Now that it has spread all over the world, who doesn't know that these are stolen money?
"What are you afraid of? Those of us who robbed it have been selling it openly here for a long time, and no one has come looking for it? What are you afraid of when you buy it?"
"...Pah..." Noda grabbed a handful of copper coins and put them directly on the stall. Then he took some oil paper and wrapped the seven or eight large meat buns on the steamer.
The food stall owner looked at the copper dollar, either rejecting it or accepting it. He looked embarrassed. After all, the big meat bun was packed full of meat, and the cost was not low.
"Collect it! Someone just exchanged money at the stall and paid it to you, but you didn't accept it the same way. How do you know if the other people who came to buy the money were exchanged elsewhere?
Look at the buying and selling, it is estimated that everyone may have dirty money on their hands. They want to cause trouble for you, can they find it?
And if you don’t feel at ease here, you can go to other places. People don’t know you, so how can you find it? Even if there is a mark on the money, you can say that you got it from a transaction, how can they still check it bit by bit? "
After saying that, Noda took the steamed buns and returned to the stall. He divided two or three of them into pieces and ate them in big gulps.
Soon, the person who informed the situation also talked about the changes in silver prices. Hashimoto was responsible for inquiring about this information, while the person was responsible for guarding a phone not far away to receive and convey the situation.
"Is it really okay?" Seeing that Noda had changed the price again, the food stall owner couldn't bear it anymore and quietly came over to ask.
Noda didn't say much, just nodded slightly, as long as he was tempted, the other party would convince him.
Sure enough, after a while, the boss took out a few small pieces of foreign currency from a hidden place on his body and secretly put them over.
Noda didn't mind it either, so he gave him a small bag of copper and took it away in a secretive manner. How could this scene be hidden from anyone who was interested? There were many people watching this money stall.
Soon, stall owners, shop assistants and other people who often stayed nearby came to the stall and asked about the situation.
At first the stall owner was hesitant and unwilling to commit, but when he saw that many people were looking at him, he simply stabbed him clean and lured more people into the trap.
Very quickly! Some people started to move, some were reluctant to go elsewhere, and some were brave or worried about running around with money, so they simply came to this stall to change.
The money stall gradually became lively, and other people at the stall secretly gave Noda a thumbs up, which was obviously his fault.
They have a lot of copper coins, and although they have exchanged some, according to the exchange method, they may not be able to exchange them all for many days. Now that they have recovered, they may be able to finish it on the same day.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After setting up the stall for a long time, Noda finally made it clear that in this prosperous Shanghai beach, there are a lot of petty thefts, and the citizens who go out do not bring much money with them at all.
There is not much need to exchange money.
So! They put their stall at this busy intersection and occupied the best location, but in the end there was no business.
After thinking about it, he thought that the target should be the local people nearby, so he did this to mobilize these people.
The effect was indeed good. Not long after, half of the copper coins on the car were exchanged. As word spread, it probably won't take long to finish all the exchanges.
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"...The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper... I found out the situation. That mark is the mark printed by Lao Maozi's treasury on the gold in stock..."
The visitor said a few words to the man sitting on the chair, then immediately walked to the side, poured a glass of cold water, and drank it down.
"Be more detailed and explain the situation clearly. What's going on?" After the waiter calmed down, the shopkeeper, who was a little impatient, spoke.
"It's like this. I found a few old men who got together. They were quite old. They were all real old nobles in the past. Two of them recognized these signs.
According to one of them, this is the logo laid by Lao Maozi's national treasury on the standard gold bricks in stock. Of course, not only the national treasury, but also the gold reserves of Lao Maozi's big banks are like this. However, except for the royal family or the nobles, other ordinary people
It's simply impossible to own.
Anyway, this is indeed Lao Maozi's thing, and another person also tried to inquire about the origin of this mark. I guess there is something else involved, but no one said it."
After hearing this, the shopkeeper frowned and thought for a while, then asked: "The Russia they are talking about is the former Tsarist Russia or the current Soviet Russia?"
"...This..." The clerk was speechless for a moment, thought for a moment, and said: "I forgot to ask this, but it should be the former Tsarist Russia. They were kicked out by the Soviet Union, and they lost all their money within two years of coming to Shanghai.
Oh, how could you possibly see the markings on the Soviet-Russian gold brick?"
"...Hmm...ta da..." The shopkeeper tapped the table, thought for a while, suddenly stood up, and walked around in circles mumbling for a while, then frowned and spoke to the waiter.
"Can you invite someone here... No... I will go and meet in person... But I want to meet you quietly... Come with me! You can invite someone then."
The shopkeeper thought about it and said, and urged the boy to change his clothes. The boy had no choice but to wait until he finished changing and the shopkeeper had already driven his newly purchased car.
Mysteriously, the shopkeeper picked a place quite far away and asked the waiter to invite the person over. He also asked him to change cars several times along the way.
After waiting for nearly an hour and a half, I saw the waiter sneaking in with a few slovenly Slavic faces. Most of their hair was gray, and their faces showed the wrinkles of time.
The shopkeeper didn't offer any polite greetings, but directly took out a few large yellow croakers and put them on the table. He looked at the greedy eyes of several people and then spoke.
"You guys are quite young now, and you know what you know, but you're already powerless to do so. It's better to speak out in exchange for something more real, right?
I won’t be nagging, the money is here, I just want to know what I want to know, you can take the money together, or you can take it separately, of course you can choose not to take it.”
Several people looked at each other, some were confused, some were thinking, some looked hesitant and confused, and finally one of them spoke.
"This little money is not enough to buy the information I know."
The shopkeeper glanced at the waiter, confirming that he wanted to inquire about the information, and then responded.
"We can find it. Of course, it's not that we don't know everything. It's just a little bit of information. This is already the highest price. Just accept it when you get it! This is enough for you to spend the rest of your life safely."
After the shopkeeper finished speaking, it was a pity that the other party was not moved at all, and even felt a little relaxed, thinking that he was just talking, until the shopkeeper spit out four words.
"...Gol...Chak..."
The old man who spoke was startled for a moment, and after taking a good look at the shopkeeper, he nodded in agreement and asked the shopkeeper to go to a separate room with him.
Obviously, he wanted to take the money alone. The remaining people looked ugly and even started to mutter insults.