The golden age began in 1977

Chapter 105 Made a fortune and traded it for some serious stuff (Please subscribe)
As Jia Youcheng excitedly departed, his swaying figure in the night resembled a male mouse that had successfully stolen a female mouse.

Qian Jin stood on the breakwater, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He let out two cold laughs, then coughed and spat out the cigarette butt.

This idiot really thinks he's struck gold.

They really thought they were throwing in gold.

It seems that 27 years of counterfeiting skills are very impressive; even fooling a 77-year veteran is a piece of cake.

The gold bars he showed Jia Youcheng were imitation gold purchased from a shopping mall; according to the introduction, they were tungsten bars wrapped in gold foil.

This imitation gold has a similar appearance and density to real gold: after all, the gold foil on the outside is gold, while the tungsten inside is a metal with a density almost the same as gold.

In this way, even experts would not be able to distinguish the authenticity of these gold bars by sight alone.

Identifying tungsten is very simple.

True gold is not afraid of being tested by fire; it will be tested once it is heated.

Another point is that tungsten is very hard while gold is very soft; you can tell the difference between real and fake by just taking a bite.

Therefore, Qian Jin cannot let Jia Youcheng take the gold bars away, otherwise the other party will definitely bite into them to test their authenticity, and then everything will be over.

It was with these considerations in mind that Qian Jin decided to throw the imitation gold bars into the sea.

He told Jia Youcheng to specify the location so that Jia Youcheng could retrieve it later, but he couldn't retrieve it in a short time, thus giving him the opportunity to trade with the foreigners.

After confirming that Jia Youcheng had left, he also left, heading straight for Section 2 of the general merchandise market.

Port A is a major port with multiple wharves and cargo areas, and different types of goods are stored in different cargo areas.

Container ships began to appear in coastal ports in 77, but they did not become mainstream. Currently, China does not even have the capacity to produce containers, so the containers in various freight areas are not arranged in a neat and orderly manner like they will be in the future.

The boxes and shipping bags of all sizes were arranged as neatly as possible, but they still looked messy and disorganized.

Among them, the general merchandise area 2 is the most chaotic place in all the freight areas.

It's not that the public security is bad, it's that the various goods here are arranged haphazardly.

Qian Jin's choice of this location for the transaction meets the requirements of both parties. If any problems arise, both parties can take advantage of the complex spatial conditions to either hide or escape.

In fact, according to his plan, it would be best for both parties to conduct the transaction at sea, with each person having a small boat, so that they wouldn't have to worry about each other doing anything underhanded.

But he didn't have a boat, so he had to ask the Liu family production team for help if he wanted to use one.

If the transaction goes according to his plan tomorrow night, he can borrow the fishing boat.

Unfortunately, Jia Youcheng was in a hurry and wanted to make the deal tonight, so he had no choice but to choose the land area.

Upon arriving at the general merchandise section 2, he took out a gold box and began to remove a series of fake antique artifacts.

Next, you just have to wait for the fish to bite.

He knew the fish would take the bait.

After all, the bait he used was genuine, and the silver ornaments he gave Jia Youcheng were all made of real silver, only they had been faked.

He didn't believe that there were any true experts in antiques among the rednecks these days.

really.

His plan was meticulous enough that the foreigners took the bait.

More than an hour later, a series of hurried footsteps accompanied several burly figures as they arrived at the general merchandise section 2.

Qian Jin learned bird calls as agreed.

A very clear and crisp bird call.

When Jia Youcheng arrived with his foreign companions, he exclaimed, "Brother, you're truly a capable man!"

"I used to hear people say that in ancient times, some people could imitate the sounds of chickens and dogs so realistically that they could fool the soldiers guarding the city gates. I thought that was an exaggeration. But after hearing your bird sounds just now, I'm impressed. They really are realistic!"

The secret passage must look incredibly realistic. I even bought a bird-calling toy from the mall for two yuan.

However, those two dollars were well spent.

The whistle toy won't go to waste; we can give it to Xiaotangyuan to play with later.

There were six foreigners, both real and fake.

Qian Jin looked closely and saw Price, whom he had met at the ghost market, as well as the Asian translator.

"Inspect the goods first!" the translator said, tossing Qian Jin a bundle of US dollars.

Qian Jin glanced at it and shook his head: "I don't want US dollars, I only want RMB and foreign exchange certificates."

The translator said helplessly, "Then we don't have much money left. If you don't accept US dollars, we can't do business."

"Besides, you're doing big business, why don't you want US dollars?"

"Let me tell you, the US dollar is the world's reserve currency, and it can be exchanged in your country as well, with a very high exchange rate on the black market!"

Qian Jin had indeed seen US dollars on the black market, but he didn't know the exchange rate because he wasn't interested in it and didn't ask at the time.

After hearing the translator's words, he felt they made sense; at worst, he could just exchange them for US dollars on the black market.

He then took out a green banknote and used a small ultraviolet light to examine the watermark.

Upon seeing the light, he angrily threw the green bill back and immediately drew the pistol from his back waistband.
"Fuck your mother's trickery, you traitor! You really are a devil, bringing foreign devils to fool our compatriots with counterfeit money!"

When they saw him pull out a gun, everyone—Jia Youcheng, the translator, and the foreigner—was startled.

The foreign devils also carried guns on their long voyages, and when they saw Qian Jin draw his gun, they each pulled out a pistol as well.

Jia Youcheng quickly stepped in to intercept them. Surprisingly, he also knew English and angrily shouted at the foreigners in English.

The foreigners looked embarrassed.

Qian Jin roared, "Tell them, this isn't some East Coast or West Coast, this is Chinese soil! And they're not New York gangsters or Miami biker gangs, tell them to shut up!"

"Tell them that carrying a gun into Chinese soil is a serious crime. If they dare to open fire, they'll be in for a diplomatic incident between the two countries!"

"Also, tell them that we Mountain Moving Taoists are in this business of risking our lives. Hmph, you want to play dirty tricks with me? He doesn't have as many brothers as we do on our turf!"

Jia Youcheng turned around and gestured for him to calm down: "Brother, listen to me, this has nothing to do with me."

"I didn't expect them to be so bold as to try to fool you with counterfeit money. Don't worry, brother, I'll definitely give you an explanation!"

When the foreigner realized his trick had been exposed, he pulled out real US dollars.

Qian Jin arrogantly declared, "NO, I don't want US dollars, I only want RMB or foreign exchange certificates!"

"They'll buy as much as they have money to pay; if they don't have money, then they shouldn't buy anything and can get lost!"

He didn't want to accept US dollars anyway, and the other party gave him an excuse.

At the same time, he shone his flashlight on the ground.

The wide variety of cultural relics and antiques made the foreigners feel heavy and uneasy.

They knew how expensive these ancient artworks, which the Chinese themselves didn't value, were in developed countries like Europe, America, and Japan.

Especially Prince, who came early on for the cultural relics and antiques, and his knowledge was better than that of the others.

He shone his flashlight on the cultural relics and antiques on the ground, and then saw a Yuan blue and white porcelain piece.

This is a good thing.

He managed to pronounce his identity in Chinese: "My God, the anniversary flower!"

This Yuan blue and white porcelain was fired in a wood-fired kiln for 27 years. The salt water that seeped from the top of the kiln condensed on the surface of the pottery, forming a natural calcification layer, much like the patina unearthed from an ancient tomb.

Prince's heart pounded, and he threw some US dollars directly into the sea next to him.

The translator said with a pained expression, "I'm sorry, esteemed tomb raider, we're not trying to cheat you with counterfeit money, but rather we want to see your skills."

“You know, if you don’t have the skills, then we will doubt whether what you bring is of any value.”

"Now we know you are a capable person. To show our sincerity, we have thrown away all the counterfeit money and would never use it to deceive you."

It was obvious that the other party was just making up an excuse to fool him.

He spat out a mouthful of spittle with a cold laugh.

The translator said honestly, "Comrade, since you have such discerning eyes, we won't fool you. Look, all those green bills were just fed to the Dragon King."

Qian Jin only wanted to trade, not argue, and impatiently said:

"Stop talking about whether this is useful or not."

"If you think what I brought is worthless, then go see for yourselves and study it yourselves. I'll allow you to take a look first!"

Upon hearing this, the foreigners didn't hold back and immediately put away their pistols, squatting down to study the weapon.

Someone picked up a Xuande incense burner and used a magnifying glass to examine the six-character inscription in regular script on the bottom of the burner.

Someone shone a flashlight on the ceramics, and the enamel bowl made during the Qianlong period shimmered under the light.

“Those damned communists don’t understand these things at all,” the translator said instinctively, forgetting to switch languages ​​and blurting out the sentence in Chinese.

Later, another Han Dynasty jade disc appeared, lying on a cotton quilt.

It's stained with blood, and even after looking at it over and over again, the foreigners still couldn't tell that it was made from 21st-century pig's blood mixed with red clay.

The patina on Shang and Zhou bronze gu vessels was treated with vinegar and sulfur fumigation, while the patina on Warring States jade bi discs came from the oxidation reaction of seaweed mud and iron nails.

Once the scroll is opened, it becomes even more difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake calligraphy and paintings. All the Xuan paper is of high quality, after all, there has been no shortage of high-quality Xuan paper for 27 years.

After greedily examining these cultural relics and antiques, the foreigners staggered around like they were drunk.

They looked at each other, their eyes filled with ecstatic joy.

Luxury homes, luxury cars, beautiful women, fine wines, private ships, private jets...

Some of the foreigners had already started gesturing wildly.

He knew his fate had changed at that moment.

This time, they didn't hesitate any longer and handed both small boxes over to Qian Jin.

Qian Jin opened the box and found one box containing RMB and another containing foreign exchange certificates.

The foreigners came prepared for this voyage, with a considerable amount of money and foreign exchange certificates, especially the foreign exchange certificates, which were estimated to be worth tens of thousands of dollars.

But there's too little RMB.

Qian Jin unfolded a stack of ten-yuan bills, the portraits of workers, peasants and soldiers fluttering in the air between his fingers.

These are real banknotes, but the quantity is too small: "Impossible, this amount of money can only buy a few items."

“Brother Sangui, you’d better tell them that I’m not an ignorant newbie, and we’ve done business with those foreign devils before.”

"If the Northwest Sand Road hadn't been blocked by the army, we would never have come to the coast to deal with these treasures!"

Jia Youcheng said helplessly, "But that's all the money and tickets they have left."

Qian Jin said, "Then let them figure it out. I'm not in a hurry to exchange it; it doesn't have to be tonight."

Jia Youcheng explained, "But they're in a hurry. To be honest, my friend, they're setting sail first thing tomorrow morning!"

Qian Jin suddenly understood.

No wonder Jia Youcheng was so eager to make the deal.

But he still firmly shook his head: "They're dreaming. They think they can exchange our treasures, which have been around for thousands of years, for such a small amount of money?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Jia Youcheng explained to the foreigners, who became so anxious that some of them started yelling at Qian Jin.

Qian Jin made a gesture as if to pull the bolt, but the translator hurriedly shouted, "No, no, no, it's a misunderstanding!"

"Mr. Frank is begging you to have some compassion and lower the price. They really like these items, please sell them to them at a lower price!"

Qian Jin said firmly, "If this is all the money we have, we certainly can't buy all the good things."

"If you want to take it but don't have the money, then trade it for something!"

At this moment, Jia Youcheng revealed a cunning smile and began to talk to the foreigners.

Qian Jin asked the translator, "What are they saying? Are they plotting something?"

The translator hurriedly said, "No, Mr. Jia said he has some savings of his own. If Mr. Price and the others need it urgently, he can give it to them, but he needs twenty smuggling berths on the ship."

Qian Jin was stunned.

These foreign devils are really something else, smuggling not only goods but also people.
Or perhaps they also engage in cross-border shipping for profit?
He asked curiously, "Can your ship take people to the United States?"

The translator didn't hide anything from him and said, "Sure, if you want to go, I can reserve a spot for you, it's free!"

Qian Jin asked suspiciously, "Is it safe?"

The translator said:
"Of course it's safe. Your customs checks are done manually, which isn't very thorough, while our customs is very strict and uses X-ray machines."

"But to penetrate the lead-lined compartments where Tibetans are hiding their goods, we need a new machine with a 150 kV power supply. But those idiots in the Democratic Party, in order to cut government spending, downgraded the voltage of the customs X-ray machine to 80 kV."

"This way, our ships will be safe whether they are carrying people or cargo."

Qian Jin nodded thoughtfully.

Finally, Jia Youcheng reached an agreement with the foreigners and shook hands. He asked everyone to wait a moment, saying he would go back and bring back some money.

Smuggling is a deadly business, yet people keep doing it because the profits are too high.

Jia Youcheng looked like an old farmer, but he brought back a full 15,000 yuan in cash!

Qian Jin was astonished.

He didn't earn this much money even with his online store!

Making money is so hard these days!
As a result, Jia Youcheng made money like water, carrying 15 stacks of 1,000-yuan bills in a canvas bag.

Qian Jin did the math and figured that, based on the current average worker saving 100 yuan a year, it would take an average worker 150 years to save up the money Jia Youcheng brought!

And this is not all the savings Jia Youcheng owns.

After he finished counting the money, the translator asked, "Is that enough?"

Qian Jin said, "It's still not enough..."

"You're too greedy!" the translator couldn't help but exclaim.

Qian Jin said, "I am not greedy, I will not ask for more money."

“Tell your master to leave me the gun and bullets, and give me another 200 rounds of ammunition. Then they can take all of these things.”

Prince, Frank, and the others readily agreed to the terms.

Handguns and bullets are not precious to them. In Miami, you can buy guns as long as you have money. Not to mention handguns, you can buy rifles and submachine guns.

Five pistols, ten magazines, and an additional 200 rounds of pistol ammunition.

Both sides got what they wanted and then disappeared into the darkness.

Jia Youcheng panicked upon seeing this: "Brother, what about my commission!"

He waved his hand vigorously as he spoke.

Then, footsteps quickly appeared nearby.

Clearly, he hadn't come alone. Qian Jin, in the shadows, took out a gold box and began stuffing money and tickets into it.

He sneered, "What are you afraid of? We Mountain Moving Taoists are men of our word, a promise is a promise. Do you think I would embezzle your money?"

Jia Youcheng quickly smiled apologetically, "No, no, that's definitely not possible. I'm just an impatient person..."

“You don’t need to be in a hurry,” Qian Jin said. “We need to settle our accounts slowly.”

"Huh?!" Jia Youcheng was surprised but not afraid.

His men are already nearby.

Qian Jin continued, "I haven't even counted the amount of money and foreign exchange certificates paid by the foreign devils yet, so how can I calculate the accounts for you?"

"Besides, how to price foreign exchange certificates is still a problem; doesn't that require careful calculation?"

Jia Youcheng laughed and said, "So that's what it means. I thought we had some kind of grudge in the past."

He coughed twice, and the approaching footsteps stopped.

Qian Jin asked, "I see you want gold? How about I settle the payment with gold at half the market price set by the government?"

"In addition, we have quite a lot of gold on hand. If you are interested, we can sell it to you at half the market price."

Jia Youcheng was tempted.

Private gold trading is prohibited in China, so the general public doesn't pay much attention to gold.

But smugglers have a particular fondness for gold.

The translator just said that the US dollar is hard currency, which is an exaggeration. Gold is the hard currency among smugglers.

In addition, Jia Youcheng had connections with many foreigners and foreign ships, and they would settle accounts with gold.

After quickly considering it, he smiled and said, "Sure, of course."

"However, a 50% price increase is still too high, buddy..."

"Stop talking nonsense, tell me what percentage!" Qian Jin asked.

Jia Youcheng said decisively, "Twenty percent!"

Qian Jin was immediately furious: "Twenty percent? Haha, there's a saying in the martial arts world that goes, there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names."

"Brother Three Devils, your actions certainly live up to your nickname, Three Devils!"

Jia Youcheng habitually smiled apologetically: "Hey, brother, I really didn't ask for much. You're an expert, you know how troublesome it is to deal with gold these days."

"If I buy your gold at half the national price, I won't just fail to make a profit, I'll actually lose some money..."

"Two and a half percent!" Qian Jin interrupted him. "I don't have time to waste with you. If you're willing, then..."

"Yes, I'm willing!" Jia Youcheng quickly agreed, suppressing his excitement.

Qian Jin nodded and said, "The government is currently buying gold at 262 yuan per tael. If we calculate based on 65%, that's 5 yuan per tael."

"Don't bother with change, I'll give you 65 yuan per tael. How much money do you have left? How much can you eat?"

Jia Youcheng started calculating, then said, "6500 yuan, 100 taels is no problem!"

Qian Jin added, "The foreigner paid me about 20,000 yuan, and 30% of that is 6000 yuan."

“We’re both straightforward people, so let’s use those foreign exchange certificates as 500 yuan. That way, I’ll give you a total of 200 taels of gold!”

Jia Youcheng was overjoyed, but his expression remained calm: "Good, the men of the Moving Mountain Road are indeed straightforward! You're right, brother, we're all good-natured people."

"So, if straightforward people do straightforward things, then what?"

Qian Jin said, "The old rule still applies: cash on delivery. You send your men back to collect the money, and I'll send my employees back to collect the goods."

"Meet here again in half an hour at most!"

Jia Youcheng gave a hesitant smile: "This...this..."

Qian Jin retorted, displeased: "I'm here, the money's here, what are you worried about?"

This is indeed true.

Jia Youcheng said, "Let's get straight to the point, brother. I need to go back and get the money myself. That means I'll need my brothers to keep an eye on you. You won't mind, will you?"

Qian Jin laughed heartily: "This is only natural, why should we mind?"

"Go ahead, I'll stay here and wait for you!"

"Besides, I know you're afraid I'll run away, so I'll show you the money and tickets so your people can keep an eye on them, okay?"

As he spoke, Qian Jin threw the canvas bag that Jia Youcheng had brought and the small box that the foreigner had given him under a searchlight outside.

The canvas bag was bulging, with stacks of banknotes pressing against it, revealing clear, stiff marks.

At the same time, someone approached and shone a flashlight on them, staring intently at the bag and box.

A dozen minutes later, Jia Youcheng rode back panting: "Damn it, I'm exhausted tonight. I can't go to work tomorrow, I have to take the day off to rest."

Actually, he took leave to hide gold bars.

He handed the bicycle to one of his men, picked up his bag, and said with a smile, "Brother, I'm back. Shall we all come out?"

There was no movement in the shadows.

Jia Youcheng immediately sensed something was wrong!

So he asked again, "Hey buddy! The money's here! Don't leave me sitting here in a daze!"

quietly.

No reply.

Only the waves crashed against the shore.

Jia Youcheng knew something was wrong.

He was a seasoned veteran, a cunning old fox, and stopped asking pointless questions, directly contacting his subordinates:

"What about people!"

The man with the flashlight said blankly, "I don't know, boss. I wasn't paying attention to him. I was just staring at the money."

Jia Youcheng then asked his other subordinates, and three others came out from behind the pile of goods, saying awkwardly:
"I'm also keeping an eye on the money."

“I...I was watching him; he was right behind that pile of crates.”

The group rushed over.

There were indeed human silhouettes in the darkness.

But the flashlight beam startled them—

This person has no shame!
When Jia Youcheng mustered up his courage and went up for a closer look, he exclaimed, "Damn it, a mannequin?! Where did this mannequin come from?!"

Someone else reached out and tried it, saying in bewilderment, "Strange, how can it be so soft? Softer than rubber!"

"It looks like it was made from that plastic bag?" Others came up to try it out.

"Hey, let me try it, let me try it, hehe, it's so soft, let me touch its nipples..."

"Let me see if it's realistic..."

"Get lost!" Jia Youcheng turned around and handed them a large bag. "What kind of time is this for you to be messing around like this?"

One of his men comforted him, "Boss, it's okay, his money is still there."

With a gloomy face, Jia Youcheng ran to the light and opened the bag and box.

There is indeed money inside.

But it was stacks and stacks of ghost money!

The others were dumbfounded:

"Boss, what does this mean? Did BYD never intend to pay you a referral fee in the first place?"

"BYD got our boss for free!"

"Damn it, let's fight him!"

Jia Youcheng, unable to bear it any longer, once again offered them a large shovel: "Fuck your own mothers, stepmothers, godmothers, and all your mothers!"

"What are you yelling for? Are you afraid of not attracting the patrol team?!"

"Let's get out of here quickly, this is not a safe place to stay!"

A man comforted him, "Boss, we didn't go home empty-handed. We at least made a box of paper money, and I think the amount is quite large. Next year during Qingming Festival, you can burn some for my sister-in-law, so she can be a better person in the afterlife..."

"Be your mother!" Jia Youcheng swung his arm like a windmill to feed the man's big cunt.

"Shut up, shut up! If you don't want your lousy mouths anymore, cut them off and feed them to the dogs!"

The men all shut their mouths and lowered their heads.

"But what about the referral fee?" someone couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Jia Youcheng said with a gloomy face, "It's nothing. He paid me a deposit, all of it was in gold bars."

"If we salvage those gold bars and exchange them for money, we can roughly make up for the loss of the referral fee."

A man asked, "What gold bars? Why do we have to fish them out?"

"Slap!" Another big slit.

Jia Youcheng lowered his voice and asked angrily:
"You're going to keep nagging and nagging! Where do you get so many questions? Why are you so eager to learn? Huh? You want to go to university too?!"

The men followed behind with long faces, not daring to say a word.

They knew their boss was furious, and anyone who spoke again would be in deep trouble.

However, they did not know that there is no limit to anger!

Jia Youcheng was quite cautious. After throwing the gold into the sea below the breakwater, he sent his men to watch over the area.

When he arrived, his men were still sitting on the breakwater.
"Has no one been here before?"

The subordinate was full of confidence: "Absolutely not, neither on land nor in the sea!"

Jia Youcheng pointed to the sea: "Everyone, get in the water and dive down to find a cloth bag on the seabed. Once you find it, bring it back up immediately."

"No, you prepare some old wine and hot water for me, I'll go down and find it myself!"

As meticulous as he was, he worried that some of his men might have bad intentions if they knew that gold bars had sunk to the bottom of the sea. For example, they might find a place on the seabed to hide the gold after they retrieved it and lie to him that they hadn't retrieved it.

A night at the end of November!
The land temperature has already dropped below zero, while the water temperature is higher but still very cold.

Jia Youcheng, an old man, disregarded his safety and the consequences, jumped into the water and began diving vigorously.

Fortunately, he chose a good spot; there were few waves and the seabed was relatively flat with no mud or sand.

So after several trips to the sea and several rests, he managed to touch the gold bag before he collapsed.

Exhausted, Jia Youcheng climbed up, tired but happy.

His subordinate handed him a pot of hot wine, which he quickly drank a couple of sips of. Then he looked east and said, "Oh no, it's almost dawn. We'd better hurry."

Someone asked, "Boss, shouldn't we check the contents of the bag? What if that scoundrel swapped it for something like stones or iron blocks?"

Jia Youcheng tested the weight and said, "Impossible, this heaviness is definitely gold."

He opened the cloth bag and looked.

The flashlight beam shone through.

Glitter.

Jia Youcheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Not bad, tonight's work wasn't a complete waste."

A burly man asked curiously, "Boss, is this a gold bar? I've never seen one before. Can I have a piece to look at so I can broaden my horizons?"

Others also took the opportunity to join in the commotion.

Jia Youcheng was in high spirits and handed them a gold bar:
"Don't underestimate this small piece; it's quite valuable. Once I find a Japanese guy to resell it, I'll probably get a thousand or two dollars!"

Several of his men immediately exclaimed in surprise.

After receiving the gold bar, one person smiled and said, "I've heard from the older generation that gold is soft, so I'll try biting it."

He bit down hard, cried out in pain, and began to gasp for breath, clutching his cheek.

The people around him laughed at him: "You suck your wife's juices every day and your teeth are all soft from it. Let me do it!"

"Sisi!"

"Boss, that's not right!"

Without needing to be reminded, Jia Youcheng had already hurriedly picked up a gold bar, stuffed it into his mouth, and started biting hard.

There was a 'crack' sound.

The gold stripes remained perfectly still.

Jia Youcheng vomited, and a black and yellow old tooth mixed with blood came out.

Unconvinced, he put the other gold bars in his mouth and started biting them.

The cracking sound continued.

There was even more blood in his mouth, it was almost flowing out.

The men were terrified and rushed to stop him.
"Boss, stop biting."

"Don't do this, I'm scared."

"Don't bite it, it's not gold!"

Jia Youcheng's face was more grim than ever before.

This is not gold...

How could he not know that this was not gold?
At this moment, this seasoned veteran thought of other things:
Dummy figures, ghost money, fake gold...

The things that the so-called Mountain-Moving Taoist made were all fake!

Are the antiques and artifacts he's selling genuine?
If it's fake too...

If the foreigners can't find a seller, who will they turn to?
It's definitely necessary to find a referrer!
Who is the introducer?

The cargo ship's horn blared through the morning mist.

Clutching the blood-stained fake gold bar, Jia Youcheng's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

Suddenly he felt the sky and earth begin to shake, and then his eyes rolled back and he groaned as he fell into the broad, sturdy arms of the person behind him.

"Boss, boss, boss!"

"Oh no, did the boss faint from anger? So people really can faint from anger!"

"Quickly pinch his philtrum! Pinch it, pinch it as hard as you can! Boss, boss, you can't get hurt!"

(End of this chapter)