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Inside, it shone with golden light.

There were at least a dozen or twenty identical gold bars casually piled up.

The backpack swayed, producing a soft, heart-stopping clattering sound.

"Sir..."

The shop assistant's gaze fell on the backpack, and she asked somewhat nervously:

Are these all intended for sale?

Qinghe Miao did not answer directly, but only glanced at the store's furnishings.

"It depends on the situation. Where should we proceed with the program next?"

The shop assistant finally snapped out of her daze, handed the gold bar back to Qing Hemiao's palm, made a "please" gesture, and lowered her voice slightly.

"Sir, please come with me. I'll introduce you to our manager first."

"it is good."

Qinghe Miao tossed the gold bars back into his backpack, zipped them up, and followed the shop assistant through the magnificent lobby into the elevator.

The elevator slowly ascended, and his figure was reflected in the mirrored wall.

He was dressed in clothes his parents had specially bought for him for college, carrying a bulging backpack, and had a face that was too young, even somewhat student-like.

He looked in the mirror and gave a slight smirk.

I haven't paid attention to my appearance for a long time.

When I was little, we dressed like country kids; there wasn't much to see.

She looks so young now.

At the same time, I didn't feel that when I went to the battlefield, there was any kind of murderous aura between my brows.

The elevator door opens.

At the end of a corridor covered with a dark carpet, a shop assistant went in to give a report.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit strode out from behind the half-open wooden door.

His face was beaming with a warm smile, and he stretched out his hands from afar:

"Oh, dear esteemed guest! I am the manager of this shop, my surname is He, He Yu. Welcome, welcome, please come in and have a seat!"

Qinghe Miao reached out and shook hands with him, then strode into the manager's office with him.

He ushered Qinghe Miao into the spacious leather sofa, while the manager went around to the coffee table and began to arrange the set of purple clay teaware on the table.

The process of scalding the cups, warming the pot, adding tea, and waking the tea up was done in a very methodical manner, but the technique was clearly mediocre, with politeness outweighing practicality.

"May I ask how this gentleman is addressed?"

He Yu lowered his eyelids, focusing intently on pouring water into the kettle, his voice gentle and composed.

"I just heard from the receptionist that you're looking to sell your gold? Don't worry, we're a long-established company, and our purchase prices are always fair. But could you tell us how you acquired it so we can verify it?"

Qinghe Miao leaned back on the sofa, his gaze sweeping over the other person's fancy tea-making routine.

In his past life, the boss of the company where he worked had a similar tea set in his office.

It's terrible to use and they love to delay paying wages.

But he likes to appear mysterious and unfathomable.

Therefore, he actually particularly dislikes other people using this kind of conversation style in front of him.

"His surname is Qing, and his given name is Qingmiao."

He placed his backpack beside him, took the teacup offered to him, and said simply:

"There is gold, quite a lot. As for where it comes from, does it matter?"

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"You may not know this, but this industry is now regulated and everything is strictly investigated."

He Yu put down the teapot, his smile unchanged, even becoming slightly gentler:

"We're in business, so we still need to follow the proper procedures and ask questions. I apologize for the trouble."

"Given by an elder."

Although we know the policy is real, it's also highly likely just an excuse.

But Qinghe Miao had no intention of dwelling on it. He casually took a gold bar from his backpack and placed it lightly on the coffee table.

"You can take a look at the goods first."

He Yu's gaze fell on the gold bar, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

Without any hesitation, he picked up the gold bar with both hands, first weighing it with his fingertips, then examining the surface texture closely, and finally lightly scratching it with his fingernail.

Based on his years of experience dealing with gold and silver, he was 80% certain that it was gold.

But he didn't rush to express his opinion. Instead, he picked up the landline on the table, pressed a few keys, and said:

"Master Li, I'd like to trouble you to come over here. A guest has brought some things with him."

A moment later, there was a gentle knock on the door.

An elderly craftsman with gray hair and beard walked in, carrying a toolbox.

The master craftsman didn't say much. After confirming the item, he took the gold bar and skillfully put it on the scale.

Then, a small set of testing tools was taken out, a small amount of powder was scraped off, a reagent was dropped on it, and the reaction was observed.

The whole process was smooth and took only three to five minutes.

It was much more pleasing to the eye than the manager brewing tea.

He looked up and nodded to He Yu:

"It's gold, no problem. It's just that the smelting process is quite poor; the impurities weren't removed very thoroughly. If we're going to buy this kind of gold, the price will probably be lower."

He Yu nodded:

"Thank you for your hard work, Master Li. Please go out and rest. I might need to trouble you again later."

The old master nodded, asked no further questions, turned and left, closing the door behind him.

The waiter who had been there earlier followed behind, but he wisely stopped following.

Anyway, he handled this business, so he'll definitely get a commission.

Only He Yu and Qing Hemiao remained in the room.

"Mr. Qing, may I ask which elder in your family you have? Do you have any invoices or proof of origin for the gold bars?"

He Yu picked up the teapot again, repeating the inexplicable action, and casually glanced at the backpack beside Qing Hemiao, his smile changing:

"You have to understand, it's always a bit of a hassle to collect things without a ticket."

Poor smelting process results in impurities not being properly removed.

This shows that this product is definitely not a legitimate product from a bank or gold shop.

This thing is probably an "old product".

With gold prices currently at a high level, he definitely wants these gold bars.

But how much one can actually eat depends on how well the young person knows about the market.

Therefore, he always had to test the waters.

"The elders in my family are from the Ma family. There are no invoices, but their origin is absolutely legitimate."

Qinghe Miao glanced at He Yu and said dismissively:

"If we can trade, we will; if not, we won't force it. I'll go look elsewhere."

He Yu's eyelid twitched.

Staring at Qing Hemiao's face, trying to read more from that young face.

I wonder if this guy is a greenhorn?

They are truly fearless.

"Look at what you're saying, of course it's a transaction. It's just that you don't have a receipt for this, so you can't get around this floor no matter where you go."

He quickly adjusted his expression and said with a hint of annoyance:

"I'm not bragging, but after so many years in this business, I guarantee you won't find another place in the whole city that offers better deals than us. Just ask around and you'll see..."

Qinghe Miao did not respond.

He lowered his eyelids, seemingly listening, yet also seemingly not listening.

Then he raised his right hand.

With his thumb, index finger, and middle finger, he gently pinched the gold bar on the coffee table.

He Yu was still talking when he caught a glimpse of this action out of the corner of his eye, but didn't pay much attention to it.

next moment.

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"Click".

A crisp, clean, effortless snapping sound.

He Yu watched helplessly as the young man casually snapped the genuine gold bar in two, as easily as breaking a biscuit.

Stunned on the spot.

Qinghe Miao seemed to have only done a trivial little thing.

He could actually do that without a stunt double.

It's just that I can't achieve that effortless and clean-cut feeling.

That would be a poor choice.

He pressed one piece back onto the coffee table, while clutching the other in his hand, and said casually, "..."

"Okay. Then please exchange this half for me first. I'll take the other half to other places and try to sell it, comparing prices. Please understand, it's good to compare prices from different vendors."

After speaking, he opened his palm.

The other gold bar, clutched in his palm, had been roughly kneaded into a ball.

He Yu slowly put down the teapot, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

I subconsciously pulled out a tissue and wiped my palms, which were covered in fine beads of sweat.

"Have you practiced this?"

His smile was still there, but it was noticeably stiffer. He lowered his voice and said:

"But to be honest, you really don't need to go to the other places. Mr. Qing, let's not beat around the bush and just make friends."

I guarantee you won't find another shop in the whole city offering a fairer price. Besides... such a ostentatious display isn't necessarily a good thing.”

The manager's attitude has completely changed, and he no longer insists on a clear source.

Suddenly, I can imagine what kind of "elders" would give me a backpack full of gold bars.

They are capable of raising such a younger generation.

He thought of a group similar to those in urban legends.

But I don't want to investigate further, nor do I dare to.

Qing Hemiao didn't interrupt him. After he finished speaking, she put the half of the golden ball back on the table and slowly began to speak:

"If it's a good deal here, I'm naturally too lazy to go. But if it's not, why not check out other cities? It's just a matter of going along the same route, isn't it?"

He's not some newbie who just acquired the cheat code to connect the two worlds and needs to be extremely cautious for fear of causing trouble.