I practice the Tao by blind practice

Chapter 401 The Expensive Cost of Refining Storage Bags
The multicolored metal wire was only about an inch long.

To say it is as thin as a hair is actually an exaggeration. To say it is as thin as a spider's silk may be more appropriate.

When this multicolored metal wire was refined, the gold that was burned into a golden air current by Chen Hai's flame turned into black ashes in an instant.

This situation looks a little weird.

It was as if all the essence contained in the gold had been forcibly absorbed by the colorful metal wire.

Although, after learning the lesson for the first time, in the next few days, when Chen Hai refined the pure gold, he always sealed the gold in a closed space composed of two porcelain basins.

After one day of refining, although the consumption of gold is still necessary, it is not that serious anymore.

Every morning, when Chen Hai rushed to the hotel, before starting to formally refine the refined gold, he would restore the weight of the gold to the figure of one kilogram.

In terms of the weight of the multicolored metal wire in front of him, Chen Hai reckoned that it might not even weigh a gram.

"Is this thing pure gold?"

"One kilogram of gold is just refining such a small amount of fine gold, the cost seems a bit high!"

Holding the multicolored metal wire, Chen Hai went up and down, carefully sizing it up for a long time.

In the past week, he spent a total of 400,000 just to buy gold.

If it is just this piece of fine gold that can refine the storage bag, the cost is naturally nothing!
But the problem is, according to the method of refining the storage bag that Hongming gave him, in addition to the main material of the skin of the giant kun, the fine gold as an auxiliary material needs to be woven into silk, like veins, refined into the giant kun In the skin, it is integrated with it.

According to Chen Hai's estimate, like this piece of fine gold in his hand that is thinner than a hair, at least several hundred pieces are needed to meet the demand for fine gold for refining storage bags.

Even ignoring the loss, every kilogram of gold can be successfully refined into such a fine gold.

If he wanted to refine all the fine gold needed for the storage bag, he would need at least several hundred kilograms of gold.

At the current price of gold, he would have to spend tens of millions just to buy materials.

Thinking of these, Chen Hai felt a little headache.

In the case of Wang Dehui, he got 80 million, while in Peach Blossom Wine, he only invested 10 million.

He has quite a lot of deposits in his Hong Kong HSBC account. He originally thought that with so much money in hand, even if he lay down every day, he could eat delicious food and drink spicy food!
The future information consulting company in Kyoto already has more than a dozen clients who have made appointments and want to ask him for divination.

But Chen Hai stayed at his hometown in Liuyuan County, so he didn't even bother to go to the capital!

The reason for this is not because, with tens of millions of deposits in hand, he feels that he has no shortage of the little money that can be obtained by helping people divination.

But now, even if all his savings are used to buy gold, he doesn't know whether the fine gold that can be extracted in the end can make him successfully refine the storage bag.

"Boy, under my guidance, you have successfully refined the pure gold. Now, you and I owe nothing!"

"It's nothing important, don't bother me, I have to continue to sleep."

"Of course, if you feel sorry for taking advantage of me, if you want to continue to make some blood to honor me, you can wake me up..."

The Hongming knife was casually placed by Chen Hai on the bedside table a few steps away.

It has already known about Chen Hai's refinement of pure gold.

It was still the kind of beating tone, and its voice rang directly in Chen Hai's mind.

"Hongming, thank you!" Nodding his head, Chen Hai added: "You are in your deep sleep, there is nothing to do, I will definitely not call you!"

Regarding the matter of refining pure gold, his gratitude to Hongming was genuine from the bottom of his heart.

He knew very well that without Hong Ming's constant guidance, he might not be able to really refine the pure gold.

He who controls the flames is like this, and other people in reality don't even think about extracting pure gold from gold.

After all, when pure gold is refined, all the gold used to conceive it is reduced to ashes in an instant.

This weird scene does not obey the law of conservation of matter at all, and it does not conform to scientific logic at all.

If you really want to forcefully explain this scene, you can only say that it is indecisive, quantum mechanics...

"By the way, Hong Ming, can I ask, in the era you lived in, gold was everywhere? Are those things worthless at all?"

Thinking of the amount of gold needed to refine the storage bag, Chen Hai couldn't help complaining, and couldn't help asking directly.

You know, Hong Ming mentioned before that in the era it was in, the official disciples of the great sect could each have a storage bag!
Just to refine a low-end storage bag, you need to spend at least several hundred kilograms of gold.

If the mid-to-high-end storage bags still need the material of refined gold to be refined, then the amount of gold that will be spent is simply unimaginable to Chen Hai.

"In the era I live in, the mighty one can capture the stars and capture the moon!"

"Some stars, whole ones, are all made of gold."

"Do you think they will be short of gold? Will they have no way to get enough fine gold?"

With obvious disdain, Hong Ming responded coldly.

In its view, the Chen Hai in front of him has too little knowledge, and is still too ignorant.

It's just pure gold, a very common refining material, not even a spiritual material.

Such an ordinary thing, in the eyes of this kid, seems to have become something extraordinary...

That is to say, Hongming has no eyes, otherwise, at this moment, it must have stared at Chen Hai with contemptuous white eyes.

"Catch the stars directly..." With a helpless expression on his face, Chen Hai smiled wryly.

The limitations of the age restricted his thinking.

If Hong Ming hadn't given such an explanation, he would never have thought in such an outrageous direction.

Afterwards, Hong Ming did not make any further response.

I don't know if it is pretending to be dead, or it has really fallen into a deep sleep.

"Storage bags are absolutely priceless now."

"Don't say tens of millions, even if it's hundreds of millions or billions, this thing is definitely worth the money."

"I hope that the funds in my hand can buy enough gold, and I can finally successfully refine the storage bag!"

Sighing, Chen Hai said to himself.

After looking around and seeing that there was no gold residue nearby, he straightened his clothes and strode towards the door of the guest room.

(End of this chapter)