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Salia was stunned, her little head filled with great confusion.

Why did this young man insist on making the transaction in his own shop even though he clearly understood the implications?

Judging from how he was so unyielding during our last negotiation, he doesn't seem like someone who's not short of money.

So what is he after?

Is it...

A sudden thought, which made Salia feel somewhat absurd and embarrassed, suddenly popped into her head.

broken……

Could this handsome Chinese-American boy be... here for me?

Salia was born with a good figure and a pretty face.

Having worked in the jewelry and gold industry for many years, she has encountered customers who tried to approach her under the guise of transactions and made inappropriate demands with various hints.

Among these people are greasy middle-aged bosses.

There are also self-important young tycoons.

However, Salia has always carefully adhered to her bottom line.

While carefully protecting oneself, one should also try not to offend clients.

The partner she longs for is a successful, mature, and stable man who can give her a sense of security and a future.

She didn't want to be easily seduced and give away her precious first time.

but……

What if this Chinese-American teenager is serious?

Salia's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at Li Ang's handsome profile, and thinking about how he had produced several gold ingots of amazing quality in just a few days.

This time, they even brought a whole bunch of gold beans.

Although this young man is far from meeting her criteria for a successful, mature, and stable partner.

But he's young, rich, mysterious, and handsome.

It doesn't seem to work?

Salia's cheeks flushed slightly, and she subconsciously lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she tried to hide the flutter in her heart that she didn't want to admit.

"Salia?"

Li Ang stared at the female manager for a long time without saying a word, his expression shifting and his eyes darting around, as if he were lost in some strange contemplation.

He frowned slightly and asked:

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with these goods?"

"Huh? Oh, no! There's absolutely no problem!"

Salia was jolted out of her thoughts, realizing that she had been daydreaming in front of her client.

For someone who has always prided himself on his professionalism, this is an unforgivable sin.

Salia quickly forced herself to banish all unrealistic thoughts from her mind.

He straightened his back again, resuming his professional and respectful posture:

"Mr. Li, next, I'll randomly select a gold bean to verify its purity, and then weigh and quote you a price. Is that alright with you?"

Li Ang nodded and said in a calm tone:

"Okay, follow your procedure."

As before, Salia picked up a gold bean of a suitable size and skillfully used a spray gun, touchstone, and chemical reagents to quickly complete the purity test.

"Hello Mr. Li, your gold nuggets are confirmed to be standard 24K pure gold, consistent with the markings."

Li Ang nodded in agreement.

Salia then put on gloves and transferred the gold beans to the scale in batches, simultaneously calling out the weight of each batch in a low voice:

"This batch is 4.2 ounces...this batch is 3.8 ounces..."

Meanwhile, her fingers danced rapidly across an old-fashioned calculator, adding up the results.

After a moment, he looked up and gave the final calculation result:

"The total weight is confirmed to be 21.5 ounces. Based on our shop's old gold recycling prices, the benchmark total value of this batch of gold raw materials is US$30,100."

She paused, looked up at Li Ang to make sure he was listening, and then continued:

"Mr. Li, according to our previous agreement, after deducting a 3% service fee, which is $903, your final amount is $29,197. Rounded down, you will receive $29,200. Mr. Li, are you satisfied with this final quote?"

In fact, this number far exceeds Li Ang's estimate.

He nodded happily and said:

"That makes perfect sense, I completely accept it."

Salia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then asked:

"So, what denomination of cash do you need? We can provide $100, $50, and $20 bills to meet your different needs."

Li Ang thought that the hundred-yuan bill was small and easy to carry to the bank to deposit later, so he said:

"I want all of them in $100 bills."

"Okay, please wait a moment while I prepare it for you."

Salia nodded slightly, then turned and walked towards the small cubicle at the back of the shop.

This time, she stayed inside for a little longer than before.

When she came out again, she was holding three bundles of brand-new hundred-dollar bills, bound together like bricks with bank-grade cable ties.

Back at the counter, in front of Li Ang, he skillfully untied the straps of the three bundles of banknotes one by one.

Then, with dazzling speed, they quickly counted it again.

"Twenty-nine thousand two hundred US dollars, please confirm again."

After Salia finished speaking, she thoughtfully took out a thick kraft paper bag with the shop's gold-stamped logo from under the counter and handed it to Li Ang.

Li Ang didn't take the paper bag; he simply thanked them, grabbed all the cash from the counter, and stuffed it directly into his canvas backpack.

After the transaction was completed, Salia personally accompanied Li Ang to the shop entrance.

Just as Li Ang was about to push open the door and leave, she couldn't contain her curiosity and called out to him, saying:

"Mr. Li, please...please wait a moment."

Li Ang stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion:

"Is there a problem, Salia?"

"That's right, Mr. Li."

Salia took a deep breath and finally asked the question that had been swirling in her mind:

"I...may I ask, why do you insist on exchanging your money here? Isn't Old Henry's Gold Shop a more economical option?"

Li Ang was slightly taken aback.

Based on his years of experience on the streets, he immediately saw Salia's predicament.

This young and beautiful Indian girl seems to have misunderstood something.

Li Ang's lips curled slightly into a meaningful smile as he said calmly:

"Of course it's because of you, Salia."

"What?! Because of me?"

Salia's face flushed instantly, turning red from her cheeks to her ears at a visible speed, and even her neck felt a little hot.

really!

He admitted it!

He only persisted in trading because of me!

omg...

What should I do?

Should I firmly decline this suggestion?

But... what if Mr. Li feels embarrassed or even angry because of this, and never comes again?

Just as Salia was in a state of confusion, her mind racing with thoughts.

Unexpectedly, Li Ang continued:

"Because I greatly admire and trust your professionalism and your work ethic."

He paused, gave Salia a knowing look, and smiled slightly:

"I may still have some things to deal with later. A reliable and professional partner is far more important to me than saving that 3% in fees."

"..."

Salia's expression froze instantly.

I had misunderstood!

What people value is not her as a person, but her professional skills and ethics.

And the safe and reliable channels she can provide!

What on earth was I thinking about?!

That's so embarrassing!

Salia felt her toes curling up awkwardly inside her shoes, wishing she could just disappear on the spot.

However, while feeling ashamed, she also felt a rare sense of recognition.

As an Indian immigrant woman, I always felt inferior and discriminated against in the United States.

No matter how well you do your job, you can never escape the stereotypes that your boss and customers have about people of Indian descent.

They rarely gain recognition.

Thinking of this, Salia's gaze towards Leon was immediately filled with sincere gratitude.

"Mr. Li, thank you so much for your trust and recognition. It means a lot to me. Thank you so much."

Li Ang smiled slightly, nodded, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Because you deserve this praise, Salia. Keep up your professionalism and reliability. I'm confident we'll have many more opportunities to work together in the future. See you later."