"Uncle Wan, it's been a long time! Your business is still booming!"
Wan Jinlai smiled modestly and said, "It's alright, it's alright. So, did you bring any good treasures this time?"
That's exactly what Fu Wan was waiting for.
"I don't have any great treasures, but I do have a few things I'd like to ask if you'd accept them."
"Take them all!"
What Fu Wan wanted to offer were, of course, gold bricks and gold bars.
She didn't bring any of her family's treasures with her; she only brought a gold brick and two gold bars to test the waters.
Fu Wan had privately asked Qin Fu about this beforehand, and Qin Fu suggested selling it to Wan Jinlai.
There's nowhere better for selling goods than his auction house.
Moreover, his place is big, he has seen a lot of things, and no one will ask about the origin of the items.
As Qin Fu had predicted, when Wan Jinlai saw the gold bricks and bars that Fu Wan had taken out, he did not inquire about their origin. He simply glanced at them and, seeing that they had no markings, arranged for someone to weigh and calculate the price for Fu Wan.
If Fu Wan were to take this out in Longhai City, it would definitely attract attention.
But in the capital, a place where wealthy families are everywhere, it's not surprising to find a few gold bricks and bars.
The gold bricks that Fu Wan brought weighed two jin (approximately 1 kg), and the two gold bars each weighed fifty grams. In other words, the gold bricks and gold bars together weighed a total of 1,100 grams.
Wan Jin Lai's gold buyback price is fifty yuan per gram, so the combined value of these two items is just over twice that of the gold needles.
After calculating it this way, Fu Wan felt that she had lost out.
Those twelve gold needles combined don't even weigh half a gold bar.
But if you think about it carefully, gold needles are difficult to make and are usually passed down from medical families.
Moreover, even if you have money nowadays, you may not be able to find a craftsman who knows how to make gold needles. After all, these are needles used for acupuncture, not just finely ground needles like embroidery needles.
If the details are not handled properly, it will affect the doctor's ability to treat the patient.
After the police arrived to escort Hong Shanhu, Fu Wan and Qin Fu drove back.
This trip was quite fruitful.
He sold the gold bricks to buy a pair of gold needles and spent 250,000 to help the blood coral return to the museum.
Before coming here, Fu Wan thought that gold was as expensive as it would be in later generations, but now she saw that the price was not beautiful at all.
Fu Wan sat in the car, trying hard to recall. In her previous life, she hadn't paid much attention to gold, so her memory of gold price trends wasn't particularly clear.
I only remember hearing from others that gold prices would skyrocket due to war and other factors.
But that's decades from now. Now, in the late 1980s and late 1990s, the global economy is stabilizing, and it should be the time when gold prices gradually decline.
Therefore, if I were to sell gold in the past few years, the price would not be high.
Fu Wan couldn't help but facepalm at this thought. She had forgotten to review her past life lately. Fortunately, she had only sold a small amount, so it wasn't too much of a loss.
If all else fails, she can always wait for the price of gold to drop and then buy some more.
"Damn, there's a car following us."
Fu Wan's thoughts were interrupted by Qin Fu's words. She subconsciously turned her head to look behind her and sure enough, a gray Santana was following them at a distance.
Judging from the distance, it should be only about 100 meters.
"Were you just passing by?"
Fu Wan's expression turned serious, and Qin Fu shook his head with a sullen face.
Fang Min cautiously reached for her bag, which contained the weapons Fu Wan had brought out.
Seeing this, Fu Wan quickly pressed her hand down, "Don't worry, it hasn't come to that yet."
Even if they have equipment, they can't show it off. This is the capital city, in broad daylight. People behind them wouldn't dare to do anything.
"Is it Yamajiro?"
Fu Wan boldly guessed that they hadn't offended anyone in the capital.
Sun Fugui was absolutely right; this man is indeed petty and doesn't even wait overnight to seek revenge.
"Brother Qin, let me call the police first. There aren't many people around here, and there aren't any cars on the road. Let's give him a walk!"
Qin Fu thought about Fu Wan's suggestion and agreed. His original intention was actually to take these people to the alleys in the city and then call up a few of his brothers to beat them up.
But this place is too far from the city center, and Yamamoto Jiro might not be so obedient.
"Fine, you call the police first. I want to see what they're up to!"
Qin Fu said that he slowed down, giving the following train enough time to catch up.
As the two cars drew closer, Fu Wan, who had just called the police and put down her mobile phone, saw Yamamoto Jiro sitting in the passenger seat with a sinister grin on his face.
At this moment, Yamajiro's eyes were filled with madness as he kept ordering the driver next to him, "Chase after them and ram their car!"
"Yamamoto-kun, we can't do this."
The person behind him whispered a word of advice, "We're on Chinese soil now. If we cause trouble, then..."
"Baga, are we just going to be bullied like this?!"
Yamamoto Jiro cursed angrily, his chest heaving violently with rage.
As they were talking, the front of their car had already caught up with the rear of Qin Fu's car.
"It's okay if we don't crash into them, just drive up and scare them, hopefully they'll flip their cars over!"
Yamajiro's eyes flashed with malice. His driver had been with him for a long time and had previously driven at his request to scare others.
Upon hearing that there was no need for a car crash, driver Itohara breathed a sigh of relief.
His grandfather was one of the invaders who set foot on this land, but after returning from China, he vowed never to set foot on Chinese soil again.
Furthermore, before Ito came from China, his grandfather had warned him several times that Chinese people were not to be trifled with, and that if he offended them, he might lose his life.
It's good that there wasn't a car accident. It was just a little scare; it shouldn't be enough to make the Chinese people want to kill him.
He had overheard Fu Wan mocking Yamamoto Jiro at the auction earlier, and he knew that such an impolite woman definitely needed to be taught a lesson.
Ito Hara turned the steering wheel and stepped on the gas, swerving towards Fu Wan and her group's car.
Qin Fu sneered, cursed "son of a bitch," and stepped on the gas.
Damn it, today I'm going to teach these Japanese devils how to drive!
Seeing this, Fu Wan and Fang Min quickly fastened their seat belts.
Qin Fu was a much better driver than the car behind him. Every time the beat-up Santana tried to catch up, Qin Fu would accelerate suddenly. Once he had created some distance between them, he would slow down and wait.
After several such fishing trips, Itohara's anger was finally ignited.
The admonition not to provoke Chinese people was instantly forgotten.
Yamamoto is right, these Chinese people should be taught a good lesson!
So, Ito Hara didn't bother to cut off the car anymore and just floored the gas pedal, blasting it towards Qin Fu's car.
Just as they reached a crossroads, Qin Fuli landed, turned the steering wheel, and changed direction. Matsushita wanted to change direction, but it was too late, so he could only turn the steering wheel sharply.
In a flash, Fang Min threw the stone in her hand. Before Yamamoto Jiro could react, their tire went flat, and because they were going fast, the whole car flipped over.
"Ha, what a noob!"
Qin Fu sneered, and Fu Wan and Fang Min nodded in agreement.
He's definitely a noob!
You can't even drive properly, yet you're trying to cut in front of other cars!
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