The old man didn't reply, took out his mobile phone from his arms and quickly dialed a number.
After beeping twice, a gloomy male voice sounded: "Boss Huang, what's the matter?"
The old man said calmly: "Has anything happened recently?"
The gloomy man opposite heard this and said, "Wait a minute."
A sound of yelling orders came from the other side of the phone, and a minute later, the gloomy man's voice rang again.
"No, it's been very quiet recently, and there hasn't been any golden incident."
Nodding, the old man said: "Okay, the price will follow the old rules."
After that, he hung up the phone, looked at Zhuang Wuming and said, "Since it's not illegal, then I'll buy it 70% normally. Do you have any objections?"
Zhuang Wuming shook his head and said, "No objection."
The old man took out this generation of gold from his bag and walked to his workbench, where there was an electronic scale.
Pour all the gold into it, and the weight will clearly appear on the electronic scale.
523 grams, more than a pound.
The old man looked at Zhuang Wuming and said: "The market price is now 320 yuan per gram, and the seven achievements are 224 yuan per gram."
"Okay, no problem."
Picking up a computer from the workbench, the old man pressed the keys and then raised his head and said: "117,000, I'll give you a round number, 120,000."
When Zhuang Wuming heard this number, his heart skipped a beat. This was the first time he heard so much money, whether in his own time and space or this time and space.
Although he was a little excited, he calmed down, looked at the old man and said, "I want cash."
"Cash? It's a bit troublesome."
"You wait."
As he spoke, the old man turned around and walked into a door at the back. Within a few minutes, he had already walked out, carrying a rag bag.
Bang
He dropped the cloth bag on the workbench, pointed at it and said, "There is cash inside. You can count it yourself and check the authenticity. Once you get out of this door, I won't care about anything."
With hundreds of thousands of cash in front of him, Zhuang Wuming breathed a little quickly.
As for the old man in front of him, he was surprised that he could come up with hundreds of thousands in cash so easily.
Opening the cloth bag, Zhuang Wuming picked up a stack of money. With a quick glance, he knew that this was real money, not counterfeit money.
He quickly checked all the money to make sure there was nothing wrong with it. He looked at the bearded boss and said, "Boss, you are so generous. If there are still goods next time, I will continue to come to you."
Boss Huang nodded and said: "Young man, no matter where you got this batch of goods, there is no news on the market. This method is extraordinary."
"If you have any goods, you can send them over. I can eat them all."
He poured the money in the cloth bag into his backpack, nodded to Boss Huang, and turned around to leave without saying much.
At this time, a strong man walked out of the store, came behind Boss Huang and said, "Boss, do you want me to follow you?"
Boss Huang looked at the place where Zhuang Wuming disappeared, shook his head and said: "Forget it, this man is a little different. He has a murderous aura in him. He has killed people before, and he has lost a lot of lives. Don't mess with him easily."
The strong man raised his brows when he heard this. This is a peaceful era, and killing people is not something ordinary people can do.
They are either mercenaries or from the army, and they must have performed missions, otherwise they are black boxers.
Practitioners of these jobs often kill people, or are simply lunatics who don't want their lives, and should not be messed with.
Not mentioning the comments about Zhuang Wuming in the royal jewelry store, he returned to the hotel carrying a huge sum of 100,000 yuan and left with his belongings.
Half an hour later, he came to an overpass. There was a small shop here, which looked very ordinary and was for printing business.
This is what he has learned about in the past few days, a place that specializes in making fake documents. In the absence of a real household registration, a fake ID card is very necessary.
An hour later, Zhuang Wuming, who had spent a lot of money, easily got the certificate he wanted and left with a trace of satisfaction.
After another half hour, he arrived at the place he had chosen to enter and exit the dream world.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard, Zhuang Wuming knocked on the door.
"Dong dong dong"
The knock on the door immediately alerted the owner inside, and a man's voice rang out: "Who is it?"
Zhuang Wuming said loudly: "A person who talks about business."
crunch
The door opened, and a man with an ordinary face looked at Zhuang Wuming with confusion in his eyes: "Who are you?"
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him, Zhuang Wuming knew that this person was the owner of the house, so he smiled and said, "Are you the owner of the house?"
The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Yes, what do you do?"
Zhuang Wuming said: "I want to rent a house from your family for three thousand yuan a month."
The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, and he was shocked and confused. His house was a two-story bungalow with four rooms in total.
Three of them were already in use, and only one was vacant. He found it strange that this person suddenly came to rent a house in front of him.
But this man said the rent was too high, and he couldn't help but be tempted.
Three thousand yuan is not a small amount, it is almost equal to his monthly salary. If it is true, it will be a great good thing for their family.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhuang Wuming and said doubtfully, "You're not joking."
Zhuang Wuming took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, which amounted to ten thousand. He handed it to the middle-aged man and said, "This is ten thousand, a thousand deposit, and three months' rent."
Seeing such a cheerful Zhuang Wuming, the middle-aged man couldn't help but reach out and take the money. The touch on his hand clearly told him that this was a real thing and definitely not a counterfeit currency.
Most things in the world can be solved with money. The reason why they cannot be solved is because there is not enough money.
All the doubts and suspicions, after Zhuang Wuming spent so much money, the middle-aged man had dispelled most of his worries.
He opened the door directly and invited Zhuang Wuming into his home.
In the living room, a middle-aged man made Zhuang Wuming a pot of tea.
The furniture in this living room is very ordinary and looks like it has been used for more than ten years. This is a family that is not well-off.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhuang Wuming and said, "My name is Wang Luo, and I am the landlord of this house. You can rent a house if you want, but you can't do anything illegal or disciplined, otherwise I will call the police."
Zhuang Wuming smiled slightly and said: "Don't worry, I have a very official job. I am not a criminal or a fugitive. The reason why I live here is for some special reasons."
"This is my ID card. If there is no problem, let's sign a contract."
Looking at the documents Zhuang Wuming took out, Wang Luo nodded, took out a pen and paper and wrote down two contracts. Both parties signed and pledged, reaching an agreement.
Both Zhuang Wuming and Wang Luo were satisfied with each other, one for money and the other for his own plan.
He took Zhuang Wuming to the second floor, took out the key to the second floor and opened the door.
Wang Luo looked at Zhuang Wuming: "This is your room. I'll give you the key. I don't have a spare one myself, so don't worry."
Zhuang Wuming entered this familiar yet unfamiliar room with a hint of emotion in his eyes.