Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

When the text message confirming the money had been deposited popped up, Lin Mo put away his phone.

"By the way, do you have any connections with silver? I need a batch of silver ingots."

Xin Lu nodded:

"Yes. Those in the jewelry industry have no shortage of precious metal channels. How much do you need? What purity? When do you need it?"

"Let's start with five million! The purity should be around 90%, and the silver ingots must be completely free of any markings. You can help me make the contact, and the price will be based on the market rate."

Lin Mo just calculated that the exchange rate difference between the two world currencies is approximately 1 to 6.5.

In other words, he could make around 25 million from a single transaction.

Lin Mo planned to test the waters with a small batch first. He didn't know how liquid the market was in Yunxi City, and if he messed up the gold-silver ratio in Yunxi City, it would be troublesome.

"good!"

Xin Lu nodded, took out her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and made a call.

After the call connected, she walked to the window and whispered a few words. After hanging up, she turned to Lin Mo and held up two fingers:

"Two days. We'll send a batch over to you within two days."

"Okay." Lin Mo finished his tea in one gulp. "Should we pay a deposit?"

"No need, cash on delivery is fine." Xin Lu placed her phone on the tea table.

Lin Mo nodded, stood up, and said, "Okay! Call me when the silver arrives."

Seeing that Lin Mo was about to leave, Xin Lu immediately spoke up:

"It's lunchtime. If you don't have anything urgent, Dr. Lin, let me treat you to a meal. Last time you saved my aunt, I didn't even offer you a drink of water. Today is a good opportunity to make up for it."

Lin Mo had been busy for most of the day, and his stomach was indeed very empty, so he didn't refuse and nodded.

Xin Lu drove him to a quiet, upscale restaurant in the heart of Dajiang City.

The storefront is unassuming, with no sign at the entrance, only a heavy copper-framed glass door and two beautiful women in office lady uniforms greeting guests.

Xin Lu was clearly a regular customer; after giving her surname, a waiter led the two through the lobby.

The halo of light from the crystal chandelier spread across the dark marble floor, and the air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood and the buttery aroma of sizzling steak. Piano music drifted out from the speakers in the corner.

Lin Mo looked around and thought that the average cost per person in this place must be at least four figures.

Just as I reached the entrance to the private room area, a man suddenly appeared in front of me.

The other person had drunk quite a bit; his suit jacket was open, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and his face was flushed from his forehead to the roots of his neck.

He was patting the wall in the corridor looking for the restroom when he groggily looked up and saw Xin Lu walking towards him arm in arm with a young man. His feet froze on the spot.

He had known Xin Lu for quite some time.

The two families were old acquaintances. Xin Weimin and his grandfather had worked together in the same compound back then, and his father had mentioned this matchmaking matter dozens of times.

He was determined to have Xinlu; she was beautiful, came from a good family, and owned a gold shop and jewelry business. Marrying her would bring him both prestige and wealth.

But now, his future wife is standing side by side with a man he has never seen before. The man is young and has a roguish charm.

He staggered forward two steps and blocked the middle of the corridor, reeking of alcohol. He pointed at Lin Mo, but his eyes were glaring at Xin Lu:

"Xinlu, who is this man?"

Xin Lu frowned slightly, her tone indifferent: "This has nothing to do with you. Zhao Jiaming, get out of my way."

She grabbed Lin Mo's wrist, trying to walk around him, but Zhao Jiaming wouldn't give up, chasing after her while cursing:

"It's nothing? You're my fiancée, Zhao Jiaming's fiancée! You're out having dinner with another man and you say it's nothing to me? Do you think I'm dead?"

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, the alcohol burning away all his reason and sense of proportion. He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Xinlu's hair.

Xin Lu screamed in pain, and was pulled backward by him, her high heels slipping on the marble floor.

Zhao Jiaming's companions peeked out from the private room, and instead of stopping them, they laughed and made a fuss.

Lin Mo frowned slightly when he saw this. To be honest, he didn't want to meddle, but Xin Lu was an important part of his business, and it wouldn't be right for him to stand idly by.

Lin Mo stepped forward and pointed a finger at Zhao Jiaming's Yangchi acupoint on his wrist.

Zhao Jiaming felt a sharp pain explode from his wrist, as if he had been branded by a red-hot iron bar. His entire arm instantly went numb and weak, and his fingers involuntarily loosened. He clutched his wrist and staggered back three or four steps, gasping in pain.

Once the excruciating pain subsided, the shock on his face was quickly replaced by rage. He abruptly looked up, staring intently at Lin Mo, veins bulging on his forehead, his voice strained through clenched teeth:

"Are you fucking asking for it? You dare hit me? Do you even know who I am?!"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know."

Lin Mo remained calm.

"Fine, kid, you've got guts. You wait, I have a hundred ways to torture you to death!"

Zhao Jiaming's right index finger almost poked Lin Mo's nose, and the smell of alcohol sprayed all over his face.

Are you threatening me?

Lin Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a flash of murderous intent disappeared in them.

He is not easily angered, but he hates being pointed at.

"No, I'm not threatening you! I'm stating a fact. If you offend me, Zhao Jiaming, I can just open my mouth and someone will strangle you, you bastard!"

Zhao Jiaming became increasingly arrogant as he spoke, spitting everywhere.

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Lin Mo grabbed Xin Lu's wrist and led her past Zhao Jiaming toward the private room.

Zhao Jiaming watched the two enter the private room, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

One of his companions came up to him and asked if he wanted to go in and cause a scene. Zhao Jiaming waved his hand with a dark face and turned to walk towards the elevator. Although he was drunk, he was not a fool. Lin Mo was so calm. What if he was some important person?

He took out his phone and called a friend, asking him to investigate Lin Mo's background.

Lin Mo settled Xin Lu in the private room, said he was going to use the restroom, and then turned and left the room.

At the end of the corridor, Zhao Jiaming was waiting for the elevator with his back to him.

Lin Mo stopped at the door of the private room, gently curled his right index finger, and an invisible force shot out from his fingertip, covering a distance of more than ten steps, and accurately entered Zhao Jiaming's back.

Lin Mo was too lazy to deal with this kind of person. Since they had already made enemies, he decided to solve the problem at its source, which would be cleaner and less troublesome.

At the elevator entrance, Zhao Jiaming suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back, like he had been bitten by a mosquito.

He subconsciously turned around and looked around. The corridor was empty, except for the young man standing at the door of the private room in the distance, who was giving him the middle finger.