At five o'clock sharp, Zhuang Wuming's body began to slowly become illusory. A minute later, his figure completely disappeared. When he woke up again, he appeared in the room he left.
The sky was getting dark. Zhuang Wuming closed his eyes slightly and listened. There was no sound in the whole house. It was obvious that the owner here had not returned from get off work.
Open the door and quietly close the place, quickly climb over the wall and leave the place, pass through the alley next to it, and return to the street.
There were very few people on the street, and it was not yet time to get off work at 5:10.
After finding a dark hotel, Zhuang Wuming put down his backpack and quickly took out a bag of gold.
There are necklaces, earrings, commemorative coins, gold bricks and the like, a lot of them, weighing at least a pound.
Zhuang Wuming has no idea about the price of gold, but a pound weighs 500 grams, and a gram of gold will not be less than 200 yuan. It is worth at least 100,000 yuan here.
As the initial survival capital was enough, Zhuang Wuming still felt a little ordinary.
"We need to find a place to sell all this gold."
"There are two options. The first is to sell them separately. This route is very safe, but it takes a lot of time. The second is to find a buyer of black goods and sell them all in one go, saving time."
"There is another urgent matter. I am a gangster and I don't have an ID card now. It is difficult to handle many things."
"That's the big problem."
Living in China, Zhuang Wuming naturally knew the importance of ID cards. Without proof, he couldn't even travel.
Although the Republic established a multi-party game, which is different from the original time and space, the roots are similar. The strong are respected, the control of the lower classes is very tight, and the entire society regards maintaining stability as the most important thing.
After thinking for a moment, Zhuang Wuming chose the second method: "I don't have much time to stay in the main world. There are still too many things to know, so I can't waste it."
Night is a falling era, even in this world. The material life of indulgence and extravagance corrodes the human spirit.
Night belongs to sin, but it is also the best time for Zhuang Wuming to deal with gold.
Walking on the street, Zhuang Wuming walked towards the bar where dragons and snakes were mixed. It was the best place to gather people from all religions and nine classes, and it was also the place where evil gathered in various blockbusters.
Deafening sounds echoed in the bar, the smell of tobacco and alcohol was everywhere, scantily clad women, overflowing men, twisting their bodies, swaying and dancing, ambiguity and wildness were constantly being staged here.
Passing by the toilet, you can even see young men and women kissing inside, with chaos intertwined with lust.
Zhuang Wuming frowned. As someone who had been in the military for several years, he didn't like these things.
He glanced around and soon saw a few guys shaking their heads. They were buying some small things from a man with a sallow complexion.
He raised his eyebrows, knowing that he had found his target, and quickly walked over.
Seeing a man with a thin face, bright eyes, and an invisible power suddenly appear in front of him, this man with a sallow complexion frowned.
He is the smuggler who sells small things here and belongs to the factory. He is not afraid of the man in front of him making trouble, but he can tell that this man is not easy to mess with.
Looking at Zhuang Wuming, the snakehead said, "What are you doing?"
"I want to sell something, but I don't know if you will accept it or not."
The snake head looked Zhuang Wuming up and down and said, "What is it."
Taking out the backpack in his hand, Zhuang Wuming opened it and showed the snakehead the contents.
The snakehead looked at the package and was stunned. He looked at Zhuang Wuming strangely and said, "Black goods?"
Zhuang Wuming said: "No, the origin is clean and no one will investigate."
The smuggler thought for a while and said, "We don't accept it here, but I know someone who does."
With a smile, Zhuang Wuming took out a gold ring from the gold and threw it to the snakehead and said: "Introduction fee."
The snake head took the gold ring and his expression changed.
A finger mark is clearly visible on the ring, which has been squashed in the middle. It was intact when it was taken out just now.
He immediately knew what it was and looked at Zhuang Wuming with a solemn expression.
"Lian Jia Zi."
"And with such great strength, he is definitely a master."
"This person can't lie, otherwise something will happen."
The snakehead put away the ring and laughed loudly: "I'll give you an address. You go there by yourself. Just say that I, the Yellow Snake, introduced you there."
He casually took out a pen and a notebook and wrote an address.
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Huang Snake tore off a piece of paper from the notebook and handed the piece of paper to Zhuang Wuming.
Holding the piece of paper, he looked at the address on it - Huang's Jewelry, No. 168 Shuanglin Road.
Zhuang Wuming nodded and left without talking nonsense.
Looking at the figure disappearing into the crowd, Huang Snake narrowed his eyes and said: "It's very unfamiliar, but since I said everything is innocent, maybe we will meet again in the future."
At this time, several pale-faced young people appeared in front of him. Huang Snake's eyes showed a trace of disdain and disgust, and he started his business.
Escaping from the noisy environment, Zhuang Wuming quickly found No. 168 Shuanglin Road. He had an impression of this road, at least in the original world.
Although the history of this world is different, surprisingly, most of the urban layout is the same as in the past.
The sky was dark at night, and only the lights on both sides of the street kept the streets from being dim.
Arriving at No. 168 Shuanglin Road, Zhuang Wuming looked up at Huang's jewelry store. The store was dark in color, with dark floor tiles and an antique wooden door.
The inside is very small, no more than a dozen square meters. The counter is made of wood. Faint white lights flicker inside the counter. You can see pieces of exquisite jewelry.
At the end of the two rows of counters is a wooden workbench, where an old man is working, holding some tools, and seems to be making jewelry.
Zhuang Wuming walked into the hall, his footsteps light and silent.
An old but tough voice sounded: "If you want to buy jewelry, you can tell me. If you are selling jewelry, buy it at 70% of the market price."
Shocked in his heart, Zhuang Wuming walked into the store, but deliberately relaxed his steps so that ordinary people would never find him.
"This old man is extraordinary."
"I'm here to sell gold."
"ding dong"
Gently putting down the tools in his hands, the old man walked out from behind the workbench. He was an old man with a big beard, and his beard reached to his chest. He was wearing an elderly Tang suit, with his hair disheveled behind his back, giving him the feeling of a free and elegant man.
The old man looked at Zhuang Wuming with no expression on his face and said, "Bring me the things."
Seeing his weird look, Zhuang Wuming raised his eyebrows and handed the backpack in his hand to the old man.
Taking the backpack, he opened it and saw a glimmer of light in his eyes. He frowned and looked at Zhuang Wuming and said, "Black goods?"