The War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression Begins in Songhu

Chapter 347 Transporting Eggs (Bonus Chapter 2150 for the Emergence of the Color Master)

Time: It's the eighteenth day since the time travel team returned. Today marks the halfway point of the team's rest period. It's a little past one o'clock in the afternoon.

Location: On the curb outside a residential area in Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan Province.

I glanced at my phone and saw a swathe of green on the chart, a green so intense it made me anxious.

Huang Feifan, who was sitting on the curb, was an old member of Van Gogh's time-traveling team and was extremely annoyed.

The moment you open your mouth, you want to start swearing, the kind of swearing at the top of your lungs.

But when I thought about how I had ended up in this situation, I realized that it was entirely my own fault and I couldn't blame anyone else.

Feeling even more frustrated, the curses that were about to escape his lips were all swallowed back, and in the end, they all turned into a long sigh; his expression was extremely lonely, like a stray dog ​​without a home.

To be more specific, the situation that led to Van Gogh's current miserable state is as follows:

Because he participated in the previous time travel, Van Gogh received a share of the spoils worth 50.

Before the money was even deposited into his account, Van Gogh, who had previously helped carry weapons and equipment abroad, went straight to Chengdu, Sichuan Province, after returning home.

The main reason is that although he is from Guangxi, he has a great fondness for Chengdu and has long been preparing to live in this city with its leisurely pace of life.

Previously, my financial situation didn't allow it, and even after arriving, I couldn't afford to buy a house.

For a Chinese person, having a house means having a home; without one, there's little point in moving here.

However, once he arrived in Chengdu, Van Gogh realized that 50 was still a bit too little; he could only afford some old, dilapidated apartments in the city center.

If you want a new house, you can only buy one in the suburbs where transportation is not very convenient.

Of course, if you take out a loan to buy, even in a good location in the city, it would be enough for the down payment; the key was that Van Gogh didn't want to take on a large mortgage at such a young age.

The question of how to buy a house left him in a dilemma.

At this critical moment, Van Gogh found a way to break the deadlock: make a lot of money; as for how to make it? Of course, by trading gold futures.

For well-known reasons, the price of gold in the modern world has recently been like that of a sow fed with fattening feed.

It was an insane surge, to the point that many people couldn't understand it.

Several of Van Gogh's classmates reportedly made a fortune trading gold futures; they were all boasting in their classmate group that making money trading gold futures was as easy as picking up money, as anyone with hands could do it.

So what are we waiting for?
In order to buy a house in a better location with a larger area,

After Hu Biao transferred the money, Van Gogh immediately took the money, which hadn't even been warmed up yet, and plunged headlong into the gold futures market; in order to earn more, he even used a tenfold leverage.

Even after several days, Van Gogh still vividly remembered the day he opened his account, when the brokerage clerk was enthusiastically analyzing things to him:

Given the current turbulent international situation, gold, as the best safe-haven hard currency, is bound to continue rising, at least to the level of thousands.

Then he used all the money in his account to buy gold, when the market price was 843.05 yuan per gram.

And then what? The price of gold peaked at 843.05 yuan per gram, and he unfortunately entered the market at the highest price.

After that, as if he had taken a laxative, the price of gold continued to fall; just now, he glanced at it and it was already 787.62 yuan per gram.

The price chart for this period of time is entirely a sea of ​​green, a green that's almost unsettling.

In short, if Van Gogh chose to cut his losses and withdraw now, he would still have around 50,000 to 60,000 yuan left, which would be a huge loss, and he would be extremely unwilling to accept it.

But if we don't cut our losses, the situation seems even worse.

If the market continues to fall at the current rate, I might only have 20,000 or 30,000 left by tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I might be wiped out completely.

Cutting the loss isn't an option, but not cutting it is even more troublesome. Van Gogh is now regretting it to the core...

Just as Van Gogh was feeling troubled, an unfamiliar number appeared on his phone. Without thinking, he immediately turned it off.

Call again, then turn it off again.

Unexpectedly, the other party was quite persistent and continued to call.

After this happened three times, and seeing that something was wrong, Van Gogh finally answered the phone. The first thing he heard on the other end was:
"Fanfan, this is your second uncle's third cousin." "Third cousin, long time no see! Where have you been making your fortune lately?" Van Gogh immediately picked up the phone as usual and entered into a friendly greeting.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two finally got down to business.

My third cousin said, "I heard you were quite good at driving those big jets transporting pig's feet back then; how about coming to work for me here in Mexico and smuggling some stuff into Uncle Sam's house? You're guaranteed to make a good profit."

Upon hearing this, Van Gogh was immediately startled.

Just kidding! What are Mexicans most famous for messing around with Uncle Sam's stuff? Of course, it's things like flour; thanks to China's century of humiliation, who in China doesn't know that stuff is off-limits, let alone actively messing with it?

He immediately refused: "Third cousin, you really think too highly of me. How could I dare to touch this thing?"

Upon hearing this, the person on the other end was both amused and exasperated: "What did you say? We are also fine young people born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze, how could we dare to touch this thing?"

I asked you to come and fly the big plane so you could smuggle eggs to Uncle Sam's house.

Uncle Sam's family is in dire need of this stuff right now. Not only is it very low-risk, but if you get caught, you can get out quickly. More importantly, it's more profitable than heroin.

Besides! This is doing a good deed; we're helping the poor people in Uncle Sam's family who can't afford eggs.

Perhaps it was the idea of ​​"doing good deeds" and "helping the poor people of Uncle Sam" mentioned by the three guests that completely moved Van Gogh.

After hesitating for a couple of seconds, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll find a way to get a visa and come over right away..."

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Van Gogh was decisive; once he decided to go to the Mexicans' house to ship eggs by air, he immediately and decisively chose to cut his losses and leave.

After a series of operations, the original 50 yuan was reduced to a total of 48723.5 yuan.

In order to get his visa processed as quickly as possible, he had no choice but to hire an agency. After spending more than 5,000 yuan, the agency guaranteed that it would be processed in 7 working days.

Then, Van Gogh did some calculations on his fingers.

The cost of airfare, transportation, hotel, and other expenses to get to a certain place in Mexico will be at least 20,000 yuan. In addition, I need to buy some things in China as gifts for my third cousin, and my own food and accommodation during this period will also cost a lot of money.

Good heavens! That 50 is practically gone.

That's a feng shui eggshell shape; wealth will come, but people will find peace.

Later, Van Gogh told the transmigrators that he had almost lost everything trading gold futures and was now planning to go to Mexico to transport eggs.

They even tagged Uncle Bo, telling him that they would be making their own eggs from now on.

As the saying goes, what is said without intention may be taken to heart by the listener. Soon after, Mo Shuiyan, a relatively active member of the group and known as the "crippled one," suddenly uttered a possibility:
"Brothers! Something's not right."

Not long ago, the man who had been keeping quiet bought back his lost camera at a spring auction for 498,000 yuan, which means he only received 2,000 yuan of the 500,000 yuan he was entitled to.

Old Cao's situation was even worse; he had practically nothing left.

Putting these two things together, do you think it's possible that the mysterious place never intended for us to get rich through time travel?

Even if we manage to get some money temporarily, won't we eventually lose it all for one reason or another?

Upon seeing this information, the blind man, who was also the novice Xiao Henan, felt a sudden jolt of fear and began to panic.

The nickname "Blind Man" comes from the fact that his glasses were broken during a battle, and because of his nearsightedness, he could see things that were far away clearly.

So his unscrupulous teammates gave him the nickname "Blind Man".

As for why Xiao Henan is so anxious, it can only be said that compared to Lao Ma, who is in Shuangqing, the salary and benefits in his region of Central Plains Province are also lower because the local finances are worse.

Therefore, this 500,000 is even more important to him.

I was only happy for a few days after I got the assignment when I heard this bad news. Isn't this ridiculous?
Fortunately, soon after, Hu Biao said in the group: "Don't listen to the cripple's nonsense. The things that the silent man did are indeed a bit strange."

But Lao Cao's situation was entirely his own doing, so there's no need to worry.

Xiao Henan thought about it and realized that what Hu Biao said made sense, so he immediately put aside all his worries.

However, not long after, something happened to Hu Biao, that damned good-for-nothing, and not only did Xiao Henan panic, but almost everyone in the team felt the urge to curse...

(End of this chapter)