Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 9: Gold with a $2088 Difference? I Want to Be a Gold Trader! (Please Read More)
Wen Ming didn't care at first, but when the other party hung up the phone and sobbed softly behind him, he couldn't help but turn his head away.

I saw a young office lady holding a coffee cup holder and wearing Bluetooth headphones sitting on the bench behind me, looking extremely aggrieved but trying hard to endure it.

There were four cups of coffee on the coffee cup holders, and she was trying her best to prevent them from spilling.

"Hi, I didn't mean to listen to your call, but what size banquet hall do you need? I might be able to help you."

Wen Ming was very surprised that he actually understood everything the other party said on the phone. When did his listening skills become so good?
But don’t refuse the business that comes to your door.

"Ah? Thank you! I need a terrace banquet venue that can accommodate 200 people, with a sea view and a summer forest-like atmosphere. I've searched the entire metropolitan area, and all such venues are booked."

The young office lady quickly wiped away the tears from her eyes, but her face was clearly filled with frustration: "If I can't find it, Beatrice will definitely fire me."

Wen Ming raised his eyebrows. Isn’t this a coincidence?

"Do you know the Flatiron Hotel?"

"Oh, I know. I called the Flatiron Hotel last week and their front desk said their owner passed away and they're temporarily closed."

A deep disappointment welled up on the pretty face of the young office lady.

The hope in my heart was extinguished again.

When she heard the question from the young and handsome man, she thought he could introduce her to a hotel she had not yet inquired about.

Who knew that the hotel they were introducing would be the Flatiron Hotel.

"Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Wen Ming, and I'm the new owner of the Flatiron Hotel. The Flatiron Hotel has officially resumed business this morning."

Although I am still a lone commander now, I cannot show my weakness.

Wen Ming added in his heart.

"Really? Can I go see the venue?"

The young office lady widened her beautiful eyes in surprise. She wanted to stand up excitedly, but she almost spilled the four cups of coffee in her hands.

Wen Ming quickly reached out to help her steady the coffee tray.

"Thank you!"

The young office lady put the phone in her other hand into her bag, then extended her right hand to Wen Ming: "Belinda, Belinda Berry."

The early morning sunlight shines on the young OL's tea-brown hair, reflecting a golden glow.

Her pretty face was lightly made up, and she was wearing a beige professional suit, ultra-thin black stockings, and 5cm stiletto white high heels. She looked like one of the countless beautiful office ladies walking between high-end office buildings in the metropolis, or like a girl from the United States who had just come to the metropolis from the countryside.

Looking at him, Wen Ming thought of a famous star - Anne Hathaway.

What happened to the other person just now was very similar to what happened to Andy, the heroine in "The Devil Wears Prada".

Her eyes are also as beautiful as Anne Hathaway's who plays Andy.

But the other person is obviously not Anne Hathaway.

Although she is also very beautiful, she has less star temperament than Anne Hathaway and more real office lady temperament, and her face and name are different.

So Wen Ming was basically certain that the other person was not Andy from "The Devil Wears Prada".

This is a young office lady in real society.

Just like myself a few days ago.

A corporate slave who is scolded by his boss.

"Hello."

Wen Ming gently shook the other person's hand: "Do you need to go check out the venue?"

"Of course, but I need to deliver the coffee first. Can I come to you at twelve o'clock?"

The grievance on Belinda's face disappeared, and a smile of relief and anticipation appeared on the corners of her mouth.

"Sure, I'll be at the hotel the whole time."

Wen Ming nodded slightly, and Belinda stood up with brisk steps: "See you later."

"See you later." After watching the beautiful OL leave with her charming figure swaying, Wen Ming also stood up.

"Daisy, we need to go back. Your master should have made his choice. I hope you will like my hotel in the future."

Daisy stuck out her tongue, looked at Wen Ming with a puzzled expression, and then suddenly raised one leg at his feet.

"I take back what I said. You are not welcome at the Flatiron Hotel!"

Wen Ming quickly raised his foot to avoid the yellow water column.

This dog is not cute at all.

No wonder he was killed.

……

After spending more than half an hour in Madison Square, Wen Ming returned to the Flatiron Hotel, where the Wicks were already waiting for him at the front desk.

"Wen Ming, I hope I can get your help."

John Wick looked at Wen Ming with a pleading and serious expression.

Wen Ming was ecstatic. This wife-doting man really wanted to stay as he had expected, but he forced himself to remain calm.

"This requires our joint efforts. After all, I can't guarantee that Helen can be cured here, nor can I guarantee that people from another universe will come here, nor can I guarantee that people from that universe will have a way to save Helen and be willing to help us. Do you understand me?"

I've said it first so we can meet again in the future.

Moreover, Wen Ming cleverly used the Eagle language word "we", which brought them closer together.

John tilted his head slightly, his face serious: "It's better than going back and waiting to die, isn't it?"

Wen Ming nodded, and then reminded him realistically: "If I were you, I would go back now and sell all my property and exchange it for gold.

What was the price of gold in 2009? I checked, it was about $800 an ounce. Now, the price has more than tripled to $2888 an ounce..."

At this point, Wen Ming's face suddenly showed ecstasy: "John, we can trade gold!"

The two worlds are more than ten years apart, and the world of "John Wick" is not a high-tech world. Wen Ming originally thought that the world of "John Wick" could only allow him to get some weapons, bulletproof suits and so on, but as time went by, he discovered the greatest potential of this movie world.

It is also the greatest potential of this space crack.

The gold price difference is US$2088 per ounce!

This is simply an enormous fortune!
If you can't catch this, you'd be as stupid as a pig!
I want to be a profiteer!

A gold dealer who specializes in dealing in gold!

Wen Ming quickly calculated on a calculator: "One ounce equals 31.1 grams.

One ounce costs $800, which is equivalent to $25.72 per gram.

The price difference for one ounce is $2088, which is equivalent to a difference of $67.14 per gram.

What is this concept? Do you know?

This business is delivered to your door, it would be a waste not to take it!"

2.61 times the net profit!
If other people knew about this, they would definitely go crazy!

Even start a war for this!

Compared to Wen Ming's ecstatic expression, John looked confused.

who am I?
where am I?
John is a killer and is not very sensitive to these things.

Moreover, it seems that foreigners are generally not very good at math.

So his face was always full of question marks.

We are not talking about saving my wife, why are we talking about the gold business?
You want me, a killer, to do business?

Are you sure you don't want me to rob a bank?

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