"Okay, okay, I'll put it on the scale right away." The shopkeeper turned on the electronic scale and placed the gold nugget on it.
He also wanted to know exactly how heavy this thing was.
A number quickly appeared on the electronic scale: 3069.
"Wow, a six-pound gold nugget! You've really struck it rich this time, buddy!" the shopkeeper exclaimed in amazement.
"Let's calculate how much it costs," Chen Feng continued.
The boss first brought over various machines and a spectrometer, and only after confirming that there were no problems did he make a rough calculation.
"After deducting about a third of the losses, buddy, your big piece of gold is worth around 940,000. But let's not go for 940,000, I'll give you 960,000..."
"One million, take it or leave it!"
Before the boss could finish speaking, Chen Feng interrupted him.
"ah?"
The boss didn't expect Chen Feng to be so decisive, but he would definitely try to lower the price when accepting the goods so that he could make a little more profit.
After thinking for a moment, the boss said with some difficulty, "One million is a bit too much. How about I add another 20,000 for you, making it 98?"
"One million? If you don't want it, I'll sell it somewhere else right now." Chen Feng reached out to take the gold back.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing..."
Upon seeing this, the gold shop owner quickly hugged the gold. He was truly dumbfounded; wasn't this a bit too resolute?
Brother, is this how you handle selling such a large quantity of goods? You're not playing by the rules.
Shouldn't it be that I make an offer, you counter-offer, then I make another offer, and you counter-offer again?
After a lot of arguing, they finally settled on a million.
You're selling a million-dollar item like it's a head of cabbage, how can you be so careless?
"Friend, shall we discuss this again?" The gold shop owner was really unwilling to give up. He had been haggling for so long, but it seemed like he hadn't managed to get a single penny off the price.
"Give it to me now, I'm not selling it anymore." Chen Feng said impatiently, too lazy to argue with him.
"Okay, okay, I give up, I give up, brother. One million it is." This was the first time in all his years in business that the gold shop owner had been completely led by the nose.
He was completely convinced by Chen Feng.
"Send the money."
Chen Feng slapped the bank card he had prepared beforehand onto the counter.
His tactic of pretending to leave is remarkably effective, whether he's buying vegetables at a street stall or selling gold at a mine.
It's truly a killer move for bargaining.
"Go transfer the money to this friend." The boss handed the bank card to the teller.
"By the way, do you still have 1.8 million yuan in cash on hand?" Chen Feng asked the boss directly.
"What are you doing? You don't actually have this kind of stuff, do you?" The boss was startled and quickly asked.
"I'm just asking, so tell me first whether you have it or not," Chen Feng said vaguely.
“I should have around 700,000 or 800,000 in cash, but it’s okay. Just give me 12 hours, and I can raise 2 million, let alone 1.8 million.”
"After all, you know how difficult it is to raise money at this time," the boss explained.
It's true that it's past 4 a.m., and it's not as convenient to raise money as it is during the day.
"Um."
Chen Feng nodded without saying anything; it was just as he had guessed.
Although the owners of recycling points are all very wealthy, it would be difficult for them to come up with two or three million at once.
"Dude, you don't actually have it, do you? Don't worry, give it to me. I'll expedite it and get it all together within ten hours!" the boss quickly asked.
"No, I was just asking where you get so much stock," Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Oh, what a pity." The shop owner pursed his lips and shook his head.
If that's true, he's made a fortune today; such a great opportunity only comes around once in ten years.
But thinking about it, it's true. It's already extremely rare for this person to be able to produce such a large gold nugget. If he were to produce goods worth 1.8 million afterward, the boss would be absolutely astonished.
Dude, are you sure your family doesn't own a gold mine? No normal person has that kind of luck.
It's not even a matter of ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke; it has to be burning down, otherwise even smoke wouldn't help.
"The money has been sent; it should arrive in a few minutes." The clerk returned with the bank card.
"Ding-dong~"
Chen Feng glanced at his phone and saw that they had indeed arrived. He nodded and led Lin Nian directly out of the recycling point.
The shopkeeper looked at Chen Feng, who was extremely decisive and efficient, and couldn't help but touch the gold nugget. Everything had happened so fast that he felt like he was dreaming.
"My million is gone?" the boss muttered to himself, somewhat puzzled.
Just half an hour ago, he was still sleeping in bed.
Chen Feng quickly arrived at another recycling point. Without saying much, he took off his bag, unzipped it, and started placing bottles on it.
When the first item was placed on the table, the middle-aged shop assistant slightly opened her eyes.
When the second item was placed, the shop assistant gradually sat up.
When the third item was placed on the table, the shop assistant's eyes slowly widened.
When the fourth item was placed, the shop assistant's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
When the counter was filled with bottles of Gatorade, the clerk was completely dumbfounded. He involuntarily stood up and gasped.
"Holy crap, this is all merchandise?" The shop assistant exclaimed in shock as he picked up a heavy gold bottle.
"There's about 1.6 million worth of goods here. You definitely can't make the decision. Quickly call your boss over; I'm in a hurry," Chen Feng said succinctly.
"Uh... I am the boss." The middle-aged shop assistant stammered, still filled with extreme shock.
He was still completely stunned by the shock of these goods and hadn't recovered yet.
"Oh, that makes things even easier, but can you come up with 1.6 million in cash?" Chen Feng asked with some doubt.
Aren't most bosses sleeping at this hour? People like him who personally watch the bar are probably just too broke to hire anyone.
Chen Feng is already prepared to switch mining sites; he can't do without cash, and he doesn't have time to wait for you here.
"One million six hundred thousand in cash... I really don't have that much." The boss scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Can you give me some time to collect it?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng knew he had to pack up his things. Just as he had thought, the boss didn't have enough working capital to handle so much stock.
When the shopkeeper saw Chen Feng packing up his things, he immediately panicked and said, "Hey, hey, friend, don't go! Can't you use a bank card? Do you have to pay in cash?"
"At this point in time, no mining site would have 1.6 million in cash. Why would anyone keep so much cash on hand? These days, everyone uses bank cards."
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng froze in his tidying up. He slowly raised his head, met the boss's gaze, and the two blinked at the same time.
"A bank card is fine too." Chen Feng silently put the bottle back without explaining anything further.
Damn it, is your boss out of his mind? Is this what I meant by cash?
Do I need you to tell me you don't have 1.6 million in cash?
Even banks don't have 1.6 million in cash right now, let alone your recycling point. Your comprehension is truly astounding.
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