I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

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The taxi stopped in front of Saizeriya's shop, and Li Ang paid and got out.

This was the only gold shop open on the entire street.

The two galleries and antique shops next door had their metal roller shutters tightly shut.

He pushed open the door and went inside.

A fresh sandalwood scent mixed with a hint of lemon from the cleaning agent wafts over.

It had obviously just been cleaned and tidied.

Behind the counter, the female manager, Salia Sharma, had been waiting for a long time.

She was dressed the same as Li Ang had worn the previous two times: a conservative-style, slightly old-fashioned light pink shirt.

Li Ang even suspected that she might have been wearing the same outfit during their three meetings.

Fortunately, the shirt was spotless and ironed to a very crisp finish.

Although the clothes were simple in style, she wore them with an aura of seriousness and professionalism.

Then, they applied light makeup to Salia's face.

He looked energetic and capable.

"Mr. Li Ang!"

Upon seeing Li Ang enter, Salia immediately emerged from behind the counter and stepped forward quickly and steadily to greet him.

With an impeccable, enthusiastic smile on his face:

Good morning! It's so nice to see you again so soon. Would you like something to warm up? Coffee? Tea?

"No need for that, Miss Salia."

Li Ang waved his hand and took the backpack off his shoulder.

"I'm already bothering you enough by coming here at this hour, and I'm really sorry to have made you come all this way."

"Please don't say that, Mr. Li Ang."

Salia bowed slightly, her posture elegant and poised, and said sincerely:

"It's my pleasure to serve you. Shall we begin the transaction now?"

"Okay, could you please take a look?"

Li Ang said no more, walked to the gleaming glass counter, and unzipped his backpack.

He reached in and grabbed a handful of golden beans.

"Splash—clink-clink—"

Dozens of golden beans of varying sizes and irregular shapes rolled eagerly onto the black velvet tray that had been laid out in the center of the counter.

It emitted a dull yet pleasant sound of metal dust.

In an instant, a warm and dazzling golden light burst forth under the carefully arranged spotlights in the store, creating a primitive and rugged visual impact.

Salia's perfect professional smile froze and vanished instantly.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she stared intently at Li Ang.

Amidst the shock, a sense of curiosity inevitably arose.

He came to sell a piece of gold the day before yesterday, and he came to sell another piece of gold yesterday.

Are you trying to sell a whole bunch of gold today?!

Who exactly is this Chinese-American boy who looks like a student?!

The shock lasted only a few seconds.

Salia's strong professional instincts forced her to tear her gaze away from the alluring yet terrifying golden light before her.

She straightened up and quickly put on the thin white cotton gloves that she had prepared beforehand.

Then, carefully pick up the largest golden bean with your fingertips.

Pointing it sideways at the professional high-intensity spotlight overhead, I held my breath and examined it carefully.

Soon, Salia's gaze caught the eagle head brand on the side of the golden bean.

And the word "24K" was hand-typed next to it.

Salia's body stiffened almost imperceptibly for a moment.

She put down this one and quickly took out several more golden beans to examine and distinguish them one by one.

Without exception, all of these gold beans bore the exact same eagle head mark and the word "24K".

Leon keenly noticed Salia's unusual behavior and asked:

"What's wrong, Salia? Is there something wrong with these golden beans?"

Salia looked up at Leon, hesitated for a moment, and answered truthfully:

"Mr. Li, if I'm not mistaken, these gold coins of yours all come from Old Henry's Gold Shop in the Bronx."

"Old Henry's Gold Shop?"

"Yes, Mr. Li, old Henry has quite a reputation in our business. His family's private gold shop has been in business for three generations and is recognized as the most reputable and largest private gold shop in the Bronx. This eagle head emblem is their family crest."

As Salia spoke, she lightly touched the side of the golden bean with her gloved fingers and explained in detail:

"In the eyes of many knowledgeable customers, the family crest of old Henry is a guarantee of the gold's top purity, even more effective than certification labels from some institutions."

She paused here, seemingly carefully choosing her words, but her gaze never left Li Ang's face:

"Usually, for this type of gold bearing the Henry mark, especially in such large quantities, the first choice is to exchange it at Old Henry Gold Shop. Their buyback price is very competitive in the industry, after all, it's their own mark, they are the fastest at verifying the goods, and they are most willing to offer a price close to the upper limit."

Li Ang nodded and said calmly:

"So? Will this affect my ability to redeem my card at your store?"

"Huh? Ah! No, not at all, Mr. Li!"

Salia quickly shook her head, but her brows remained slightly furrowed as she asked, puzzled:

"Mr. Li, are you sure you still want to redeem your currency at our store after hearing my explanation?"

Li Ang nodded without hesitation and said:

"Yes."

In fact, Li Ang certainly wanted to make more money from the sale.

However, these gold beads were originally seized from Elmer.

They vary in size and have distinct characteristics.

If I were to take it to Old Henry's Gold Shop to sell, it would easily be associated with Elmer, who recently died suddenly.

I might as well add a small handling fee and sell it to Salia, which will also help raise Salia's favorability.

In the future, if there are any products from the system that are not convenient to be made public, it will be easier to find her again.

Unexpectedly, while Li Ang had no objections, Salia became anxious instead.

"Mr. Li, what I mean is, if you take it to Old Henry Gold Shop for recycling, they usually won't charge any extra fees since they see their own mark. But here..."

At this point, Salia seemed a little embarrassed.

But in order not to violate her professional ethics, she still gritted her teeth and said:

"Even if this batch of goods is impeccable in quality, clearly marked, and of traceable origin, we are not the original store. To cover the risk, we need to charge at least five percent... no, for the sake of you being a regular customer, I can only charge you three percent. Even so, given the amount of this transaction, three percent is not a small sum. Are you sure you still want to sell through me? After all, it might not be economically worthwhile."

After sincerely saying these words, Salia felt a great sense of relief.

She thought that after explaining herself so clearly, Li Ang would switch to Old Henry's Gold Shop.

Unexpectedly, Li Ang raised an eyebrow and said jokingly:

"Yes, I'm sure. I'm willing to sell through your company, and we'll charge you a 3% commission."