Reborn in the Millennium: Building a Fortune from Fishing

Chapter 294

There are also many business districts. Apart from Xinjiekou and Sanshan Street, other streets are also very busy.

It's just drizzling here, otherwise I could experience the "warmth" of Jinling, which is really no less than the four major furnaces.

Thinking of himself studying and looking for orders in Jinling, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

I looked at the time and it was almost five o'clock. I found a photo studio to develop the photos and made an appointment to pick them up tomorrow.

I promised the fishery administration to send photos, but it's too late today. I'll send them tomorrow.

Then I started looking for a gold shop. The main purpose of coming to Jinling this time was to sell gold.

He brought scissors with him when he went out, and when he came across a small gold shop, he would cut off 200 grams of gold and sell it. There were relatively few large gold shops, and they were mainly concentrated around Confucius Temple.

I worked non-stop until after seven o'clock, when it was already dark. I only found five gold shops and barely sold two kilograms.

The main reason is that alchemy takes time. Others have to check the purity, which takes at least ten minutes to complete.

Then he stepped on the accelerator and drove to Sanshan Street. There were still many big gold shops and gold recycling shops there.

The current rent is not too excessive, and there are many large gold shops on many busy streets.

The sky-high rents in later generations directly killed a large number of gold shops, which were all replaced by luxury goods stores. Only the profits from these luxury goods could support such high rents.

He was a little hungry, but there was no time to waste. There happened to be five big gold shops gathered together on Sanshan Street, so he started cutting gold.

There are police officers on duty next to the Dajin store, so it is definitely much safer and more reliable. He plans to sell 500 to 600 grams in one store.

He wouldn't dare sell it for more than 40,000 or 50,000 yuan.

The car stopped directly next to the police's duty booth, and he set off with a black bag.

I had just sold three businesses and received hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash when I heard a loud "clang".

There was a commotion on the street, and he looked back and saw that his car had been hit by someone.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to go back quickly and write down the other party's license plate as soon as possible, otherwise he would have no place to claim compensation if the person ran away.

The car that hit his was a brand new BMW. It was considered quite cool to be able to drive such a car nowadays. There seemed to be a young man in the car. He got out and started cursing and looking around.

"Brother, the car is mine, stop looking at it." He went over and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Who's your brother? How did you park your car?" The other man glared at him and started yelling. "You idiot, your car is so big, don't you know how obstructive it is to park it on the side of the road?"

Qin Dahe frowned when he saw this, lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and called the traffic police 122 directly.

There is a camera at the duty booth next to you. You are within the parking line, so why are you talking so much?

There was no one in the duty booth at this time, probably because they were out for training.

Even if you are inside, it is of no use. Traffic accidents are handled by the traffic police, and you have to wait for the police to arrive.

"Why don't you speak? Why are you mute?"

Qin Dahe slowly exhaled the smoke and chuckled.

"It's no use telling me. Wait until the traffic police come, or you can try running." He pointed to the camera.

"Why are you calling the traffic police for such a small matter? My car is worth several million. Just compensate me with 20,000 yuan." The young man said impatiently.

He is blackmailing. If he meets someone timid, he might give in when he sees the BMW. Even if he doesn't have to pay 20,000 yuan, at least he doesn't have to pay compensation.

"I got a scratch on the trunk door." Qin Dahe walked to the side and took a look. "There's damage on the side too."

"I don't think 20,000 yuan will be enough." He sneered and opened the car door again to check the situation inside.

The other party's small BMW is estimated to be only 400,000 or 500,000 yuan when it is launched. Why is he still asking for millions? He thinks he is a country bumpkin.

"Why should you pay such compensation for the car? I bought your car just for the logo." The other party said disdainfully. It's just a Toyota.

After opening the car door, Qin Dahe frowned even more seriously.

I spilled some strawberry essence from a bucket and the whole car was filled with the smell of strawberries. I guess I didn’t close the lid tightly enough. How stupid is that?

He turned around and glared at the chattering man. It was a bad year for him. The smell of strawberry essence was surprisingly strong and would probably take a long time to dissipate.

He put his briefcase in the car and locked it. The young man opposite was also fearless, thinking that the worst that could happen was that he would have to pay some money.

Two minutes later, the police arrived.

He also saw Qin Dahe when he parked the car. He briefly asked about the situation and asked the two to wait for the traffic police.

"I have so many things to do. Who has the time to waste with him?"

"Haha, I'm very busy too. You're an idiot, right? Why don't you try running?" He replied bluntly.

"Fuck you." The other party just rushed up and was kicked over by him.

I'm so angry, and you still dare to take action first?
"If you make trouble again, we will arrest you." The policeman pulled out a stick to stop the two men. Fighting in front of him?

"He hit me?" the young man said aggrievedly.

Qin Dahe wanted to laugh when he heard this. He was so arrogant and yet he dared to take action first.

"You were the first to start. He's tall and strong, you're asking for a fight."

What they did was not even a fight, so the police were too lazy to care. They waited for the traffic police to come and quickly determine the responsibility. They were so busy in this area.

Ten minutes later, two law enforcement motorcycles with red and blue lights on arrived. "What's going on?" The traffic police immediately began to inquire about the situation after getting off the motorcycle.

The police officer nearby briefly explained the situation and then went on with his work. The remaining two people were checked for their driver's licenses and vehicle registrations, and then asked about the cause of the accident.

The whole thing was very simple and there was no way to deny it. Qin Dahe's car didn't even move.

"Comrade traffic police, have a cigarette. This is a compensation issue. This idiot wants me to pay him money." He smiled and passed the cigarette around. Fortunately, he was smoking a Red Nanjing.

If I take out Double Happiness, it will be a loss of face.

The young man on the other side felt aggrieved when he saw this scene. "You are the only one who knows how to behave?" He quietly took out the Yuxi and lit it.

"I suggest you negotiate the compensation privately. I don't think the damage is that big." The traffic police walked around the Land Cruiser and found nothing wrong with it, except that the car was scratched.

The BMW was slightly more seriously damaged. Not only was the front bumper bent, but the engine hood was also slightly deformed. If there was a problem with the engine inside, it would require a major overhaul.

"How much do you want? I'll give it to you." The young man said depressedly.

Qin Dahe waved his hand and said, "Come here and apologize."

"One thousand dollars, I'll go back and replace the interior."

"I'll give you money, but I won't apologize."

"Haha." He laughed at the idiot and turned to look at the traffic police. "Comrade, please issue a traffic responsibility determination letter and teach him a lesson."

"Mr. Qin, I think one thousand yuan is about right." The traffic police said tactfully that there was no need to apologize.

Just a few scratches, just spray some paint and do some sheet metal work on the rear door. Any repair shop can do it for a thousand dollars.

Qin Dahe stamped out his cigarette and opened the car door. "This is a Toyota Land Cruiser, a fully imported large off-road vehicle. The domestic price is around 110 million yuan."

As soon as he said that, the other three were surprised. How could this muddy car be so expensive?
"The fragrance inside has spilled, so the interior must be replaced. I estimate it will cost at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan."

A lot of people gathered around at this time. It is Chinese people's nature to like to watch the excitement.

"I really didn't notice it. This is a Land Cruiser. A second-hand one costs more than 800,000 yuan." Someone recognized it. The common people in Jinling must be knowledgeable.

"Fuck, that car is so expensive."

Everyone looked at it with surprise. Jinling must have million-level luxury cars now, most of which are sports cars and sedans. There is no shortage of rich second-generations here, but off-road vehicles are rare.

"This is a house if you scratch it a little bit."

The two traffic policemen looked at each other and didn't dare to speak easily.

It is difficult for them to deal with people who can drive million-level cars, but the small BMW is more common.

The scene was a bit awkward for a moment. Qin Dahe looked at the other party with a sneer, and the people around him were talking about it.

"Can't you just wash the interior? I'll pay for it."

"This is concentrated flavor. Can it be washed away?" He took out the bucket of strawberries, and everyone around him smelled the scent.

The two traffic policemen discussed it and prepared to issue a ticket on the spot. It was a bit inappropriate to try to smooth things over a traffic accident involving tens of thousands of dollars.

"Wait a minute." The BMW was a little reluctant, but the situation was stronger than the person.

Nowadays, cars represent status. If the other person's car is better than his, his status must be no worse. There is actually no difference between Anhui B and Su A. They are not considered outsiders.

He hesitated for a moment and whispered "I'm sorry".

"Apologize now? What were you doing just now?"

"It's three thousand yuan now. I want to go relax. I'm in a bad mood." It's the fault of this guy for having a bad attitude just now and cursing.

If he was really polite, he could just go back and paint it himself. Anyway, he quite disliked this off-road vehicle now, thinking it had no dignity at all.

Seeing the young man's dissatisfied expression, he said calmly: "Or I can call the Toyota 4S dealership to come and assess the damage."

Anyone who owns a car knows the tradition of Si's son's shop. Even if it's not a big deal, they can get it repaired for a few thousand dollars. But his car would cost tens of thousands of dollars to get out after one trip.

If you want all original products, you have to import them from abroad, and the price will be even more out of control.

"Okay." The BMW owner gritted his teeth and took the money out of the car. He was determined to bear the loss.

Who the hell knows that any junky car you see on the road is worth over a million dollars, it doesn't even look like it.

"Write a compensation agreement. I'm afraid you'll blackmail me later. You just asked me to pay you money."

"I'll write it." It's very frustrating, but the form is stronger than the person.

The other party had no choice but to borrow some paper and pen from the police, wrote a compensation agreement on the spot and paid the money.

Qin Dahe also made his decision based on the car. If it was an old A6 or a black Santana, he would definitely be more polite. Many of these cars are official vehicles, so what if he hits a wall?

BMW cars are different. Although they are valuable and prestigious, you don’t have to worry about offending them.

"Comrades, thank you for your hard work. Have a cigarette." He took out three packs of Red Nanjing cigarettes from the car and gave one to each of them.

Seeing the young man who was about to cry but had no tears, he threw a bag over to him.

"Silly, stop making such a fuss next time. If you were a little nicer, and bought me a pack of cigarettes, this would be fine."

(End of this chapter)