When night fell completely, Joel and Sergey finally saw the lights of the village in the distance.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, and the cold wind seemed to know that it could not stop their progress. The sound of the whistling wind decreased a lot, and the snow particles that originally hit their faces became straight down.
Joel twisted his stiff neck and couldn't help grinning when he saw Sergey beside him.
"What are you laughing at?" Sergey touched his face and cried out in pain.
"You look like Santa Claus..." Joel laughed so hard that he couldn't even breathe. Sergey's eyebrows and lips were covered with snowflakes. Even his originally brilliant blond hair was wrapped in snowflakes. He looked nothing like Santa Claus.
the difference.
"Stop talking about me," Sergey said with a hint of depression in his tone, "Look at your own appearance, you're not much different from me!"
Joel took out a small pocket bag from the inner robe pocket. He opened the zipper, then reached in and took out two bottles of Polyjuice Potion.
Strictly controlled, like the potion, he bought it from Borgin Burke's store.
He took out a rectangular wooden box from his arms and opened it to find two locks of hair tied with strings.
By the light of the village not far away, Joel put a strand of hair into the polyjuice potion, sealed the bottle cap and shook it up and down.
"The plan is like this, the two of us drank Polyjuice Potion, I pretended to be a businessman looking to buy gold, and you pretended to be a British translator who can speak Russian," Joel explained to Sergey, "The current international gold price is
360 US dollars per ounce, and our negotiating floor price is 320 US dollars per ounce."
"We have a total of 21,000 dollars on hand, which is enough to buy 65 ounces of gold. After getting the gold, we will flee the Soviet Union depending on the situation."
"How do you know that people in this village sell gold?" Sergey was a little suspicious after all. He took the polyjuice potion handed over by Joel. The potion had turned dark brown, bubbled and bubbled, and looked like Coke.
almost.
Joel just smiled and did not answer. When the Soviet Union disintegrated in the previous life, Soviet government officials were afraid that they would not be able to make money if the government changed, so they tried their best to sell gold and arms to the outside world. Many villages near the border had dedicated personnel responsible for sending money to the outside world.
Transport gold.
"I have another question." Sergey glanced at Joel.
"You can ask whatever you want," Joel took out the holly wand from his pocket, "but I won't necessarily answer."
"If we buy it at the price you said, our profit will only be 2,600 US dollars." In the ice and snow, Sergey's mind was still thinking fast. "Compared to our cost, it is not much..."
His tone was tactful, and the $2,600 was not proportional to the cost they paid.
"You're right," Joel exhaled a breath of hot breath, and the water vapor contained in his body condensed into water droplets in the air, "but I didn't say that we came all the way here just to make a profit by acting as middlemen."
Sergey raised his eyebrows.
There are hundreds of households in this village, and every household lights a candle. The bright light looks particularly warm on the desolate and lonely plain. Two middle-aged men stepped on the thick snow one after another, making a creaking sound, and stepped into the village.
village.
The snow has just stopped, and many villagers are walking out of their rooms with cleaning tools to clean up the floating snow on the ground. Otherwise, given the local temperature, all the snow will freeze into ice tomorrow morning, causing considerable trouble for travel.
The villagers are very sensitive to strangers in the village. When they saw two middle-aged men walking into the village with one foot deep and one foot shallow, their eyes became more wary.
They tightened their shovels and shovels and pretended not to care, and immersed themselves in clearing the snow, but they invariably surrounded the two uninvited guests.
This intention was not hidden, and the two middle-aged men reacted immediately, and they both reached for the wands in their trouser pockets at the same time.
"We are British people who are here to buy gold. Take me to see the seller." Sergey, disguised as a middle-aged man, said.
He is fairly proficient in Russian, but he has a British accent that doesn't sound that authentic, but it fits his Russian translator's personality very well.
Joel plays the role of a buyer and merchant, based on Borgin Burke. When Joel bought Polyjuice Potion in Knockturn Alley, he picked up the owner's hair from the store counter. At that time, Mr. Borgin Burke heard their needs.
Scratching his head in excitement, a small strand of hair fell off his already hairless head. Joel stole a strand while the shopkeeper was getting the polyjuice potion.
The villagers looked at each other thoughtfully, and a villager behind Joel suddenly raised his shovel and attacked.
Joel raised the corner of his mouth slightly when he heard the sound of the air tearing, turned his body quickly, his black robe flew up, and he pulled out the Hammer of Penance from the small pocket bag at an extremely concealed angle.
Without swinging hard, Joel just held the hammer upright in front of him, letting the heavy hammer and shovel collide with each other in the air. The shovel was no match for the purple equipment "Hammer of Penance", and it shattered into pieces of iron at the first touch.
Mid-air finally embedded in the snow.
The power of the Hammer of Repentance did not diminish at all, hitting the attacker's arm.
He lay on the ground holding his broken arm and wailing softly.
The sneak attack failed and someone was injured in return. The air was instantly filled with an aura of embarrassment. The villagers were stunned and at a loss.
"Can you take us to find the seller now?" Sergey glanced at the Hammer of Penance in Joel's hand, and his tone became more stern and cold.
The villagers looked at the two men with a bit of fear in their expressions, and they moved forward obediently to show the way to Joel and the other.
"Vasily Ivanovich is in the highest house in the center of the village. You can see that place at a glance. Go there yourself." The villagers said no more. They picked up the tools in their hands and swept away the snowflakes on the ground.
It's like the previous attack never happened.
Sergey looked at Joel, obviously asking for his opinion.
Joel put the hammer into a small pocket bag, put his hands in his pockets to keep warm, and walked forward step by step. Sergey quickly followed behind him, and the two headed towards the center of the village.
The villagers quickly put down their tools and helped their companions lying on the ground.
"You are too impulsive..."
"The two of them are here to buy gold. They must have a lot of money. Won't they get rich if they grab a sum?"
"Didn't you see the hammer in his hand? He must not be easy to deal with..."
The villagers were all chattering. On the other side, Joel and the two had arrived at the center of the village. There was a two-story building in front of them. The house also had a garden, but it was overgrown with weeds and had obviously not been taken care of.
There were two strong men standing at the door. When they saw Joel and Sergey approaching, they immediately stepped forward to question them.
"We are here to buy gold," Sergey whispered into the strong man's ear. "Is your talker here?"
The two strong men looked at each other, leaving one to watch them while the other ran into the house to report.
After a while, the strong man ran back.
"People can come in, but they have to search themselves." After listening to the strong man's words, Sergey translated it to Joel.