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After receiving the gold coins, Mo Jiang turned to leave, but before opening the door, he remembered something. "Oh, right, on my way to Latai, I encountered Cuman cavalry. I estimate that Sigismund's army has arrived nearby."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Radji lost in thought with an uncertain expression.
……
Back in modern times, Mo Jiang takes a taxi to the port and takes a boat to cross the border to Macau.
Compared to Hong Kong, Macau, with its legal casinos, has more underground channels for acquiring shady goods.
As long as Mojiang is willing to accept the price reduction.
After passing through customs, I found an empty restroom stall, pushed open the door to enter the medieval wooden house, and quickly changed into the clothes and shoes I had placed there beforehand.
When Mo Jiang came out of the restroom, he was already wearing a baseball cap and a mask, and carrying a crossbody bag, completely covering his face.
Such attire doesn't stand out from the crowd.
Following the navigation, they arrived at a secluded pawn shop. There was no one else in the shop, so Mo Jiang simply threw a gold coin in front of the owner.
"Pawn gold, pledge everything, make an offer."
15. Principal of 958 yuan, profit of 114,000 yuan
Inside the pawnshop was an elderly man wearing a wool sweater, with half-gray hair, loose skin, and dark spots, all indicating that his physical condition was beginning to decline.
But when he saw the other person's sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, Mo Jiang immediately realized that the other person was at the peak of their experience and professional knowledge.
"Please have a seat and wait a moment."
The old man merely glanced at Mo Jiang, showing no interest in his attire.
Those who come to him at times like these are usually pawning items that can't be brought to light.
The counter was made of wood and covered with a red velvet carpet, indicating that this pawnshop often encountered customers casually throwing valuables onto the counter.
The old man put on gloves and glasses, picked up the gold coin and examined it carefully.
"Guests like these are rare. Where did they come from?"
Although he already knew in his heart that this thing was probably something that couldn't be brought to light, the old man still followed the rules to confirm the origin of the item.
The response he received was Mo Jiang's deliberately lowered, rough voice: "It's a family heirloom, and I need to sell it for money. It's from the 15th-century Holy Roman Empire, Goulden. Name your price."
The second half of the sentence specifically points out the origin of the gold coins, so that the old man will not take him for being ignorant and give him a cheap price.
"Wait a moment, I need to check it."
The old man began to put the gold coins into a gold tester and density meter for testing. Pawnshops all have these miniature instruments that can perform rapid testing.
Mo Jiang watched quietly from the side, his eyes revealing only calm.
The testing wasn't very fast, after all, the elderly's bodies can't compare to those of young people.
He knew that the old man's behavior was a silent way of lowering the price, and if he urged him at this time, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage in subsequent negotiations.
"3.53 grams, gold content 97.75%." Looking at the results on the instrument, the old man pondered for a while and then gave the price directly: "1000 yuan per piece."
Mo Jiang didn't say anything, but reached out and took back the gold coins, then turned and left.
Since he had come to the pawnshop to make a purchase, he was naturally prepared to be offered a lower price, but the price he was offered was completely outrageous.
"Guest, please wait a moment..."
Mo Jiang, who had already reached the door, stopped and turned to look at the old man. "I only came here because I trust the signboard. If you're out of your mind, go out and get some sun to dry off, and find someone with a brain to come here."
Mo Jiang knew that this was also a way to lower the price, fueled by impatience and anger, and that the other party might even point out that his gold coins were at risk.
If you're not calm enough, you can easily be led by the nose.
Logically, he should continue to spar with the old fox in front of him and try to raise the price.
But now he has too many things on his plate, so many that he doesn't have the energy to play games with people.
"Asking for an exorbitant price, but negotiating the price when it comes down is the norm in business."
"If you're this impatient, business won't be good."
The old appraiser pushed up his glasses, the light reflecting off the lenses and creating a sharp gleam. "It's a fine piece, a standard 14th-century Goulden gold coin circulating in Bohemia. It's in excellent condition, with very little wear, no stamps or cutting marks, and is an authentic whole coin."
He spoke slowly and clearly, both highlighting the value and laying the groundwork for the subsequent price reduction.
"I'll just sell it all, for the sake of a clean and quick resolution."
For money, they only give out old banknotes that are not consecutively numbered; they don't ask about anything else.
However, the current market situation is complex, and we must also factor in the risks and costs.
Mo Jiang didn't take these words to heart at all. If this pawnshop didn't have the ability to "clean up" the gold coins in its hands, he wouldn't have come here to sell.
As for the risk costs mentioned by the other party, that's their internal matter. They can just listen to it and forget about it; no one will actually write down the exact amount of the risk costs.
They always claim their costs are very high, but when they offer a price, it's always a low one.
Mo Jiang scoffed, "International gold prices are already above 750 yuan. This thing has a gold content of over 97% and weighs at least 3 grams. You're going to give me 1000 yuan for one?"
Do you think I have "sheep" written all over my face?
He walked to the counter, pressed the gold coins onto the velvet cloth, and said decisively, "You have one more chance to bid."
The old man glanced at the gold coins pressed in Mo Jiang's hand, silently calculated for a moment, and then softly announced the new price, "3000 each, but at least three. If you have more, the price can be negotiated."
Among the pawnshop's customers are many collectors of medieval gold coins, and using the pawnshop's methods, it wouldn't be difficult to "clean up" Gulden's reputation.
A set of items is always more valuable than a single item.
The same applies to gold coins.
This time, Mo Jiang didn't turn and leave, but he didn't remove his hand either, still gently pressing the gold coins. "How many can you buy here?"
This statement undoubtedly reveals that Mo Jiang possesses a large number of Gulden gold coins.
“For amounts under 200,000, I can make the decision directly.”
The fingers pressing down on the gold coins slowly moved away, and at the same time, Mo Jiang took out a small cloth bag from his shoulder bag and placed it on the counter. "3800 each, RMB settlement. I have thirty here."
Gently pull open the cloth bag, and inside are all Goulden bottles in excellent condition.
The old man could tell with just a glance that the quality of the items was exceptionally high, making them a rare and exquisite collection.
The air in the pawnshop froze for a moment. The two men stood motionless like statues. After a long while, the old man began to bend over, and then the sound of a safe opening came from behind the counter.
A few minutes later, the old man placed twelve bundles of banknotes on the counter. "That's 114,000 in total. Please count it."
It was a stack of 100-yuan banknotes, bound together with rubber bands, in varying degrees of newness and oldness. The edges of the banknotes were worn, and some were slightly curled and yellowed, clearly indicating that they had been in circulation for a long time.
Mo Jiang picked up the banknotes and quickly examined them. The last digits of the serial numbers were completely random and jumped wildly, confirming that they came from different batches and years.
The banknotes have no obvious markings or unusual stains; the stains are naturally mixed.
Mo Jiang didn't say anything, and silently stuffed the money into his shoulder bag.
At this point, the old man smiled and handed over a business card, saying, "Sir, if you have anything you'd like to sell in the future, you can call this number. The price is negotiable."
Judging from the smile on the old man's face, Mo Jiang knew that the other party must have made a fortune in their deal.
He looked at the business card, which was jet black and reflective. There was nothing else on it except for a line of gold lettering that read "Wu" and a mobile phone number.
After taking the business card, Mo Jiang casually put it away and turned to leave the pawnshop.
As they were leaving, the old man said behind them, as was his habit, "The money and goods are settled, let's go our separate ways."
Once outside, Mo Jiang tore the business card to shreds and threw it in the trash can. After he had memorized the number, the distinctive business card was no longer of any use.
Mojiang found a secluded restroom, entered a stall, and pushed open the passage door to enter Skalitz's wooden house.
He quickly took off his clothes, changed back into the clothes he wore when he went through customs, took out four thousand yuan from his shoulder bag, and then put the shoulder bag in the box in the wooden house.
After changing clothes, spray yourself with the Six God Floral Water that you put in beforehand to cover up your own scent or any scent you picked up from elsewhere.
When Mo Jiang left the restroom, he was no longer the suspicious person selling medieval gold coins of unknown origin, but a mainland tourist who had come to Macau for a day trip and could be seen everywhere.
16. What if something is actually found out?
Mo Jiang first exchanged 2,000 Macau Patacas at a place, and then spent his time eating and shopping.
Although his body has changed and Mo Jiang has to eat a lot whenever he gets hungry, his sense of taste remains completely unaffected.
Meanwhile, Mo Jiang also found that as long as he didn't starve himself too much, the feeling of his stomach secreting aqua regia wouldn't occur.
At worst, I eat multiple times a day; to others, it's just being greedy and eating a lot at every meal.
Given his physique, even if he ate the equivalent of three to five normal people's meals, it wouldn't seem too exaggerated.
As a tourist, I ate and drank my way through Mojiang, and even packed a few boxes of egg tarts. The expenses weren't too high, and I still had some money left over from the 2,000 Macau Patacas.
He was too lazy to exchange the remaining money back, so he went to a casino and put it into a slot machine, and unsurprisingly, he didn't win.
As evening fell, Mo Jiang finally returned to the port by boat, ending his day trip as a tourist in Macau.
Mo Jiang was carrying two plastic bags in one hand, filled with the local snacks he had bought, and a shoulder bag containing money was also in his hand.
After passing through customs, Mojiang took the opportunity to retrieve his shoulder bag from the medieval wooden house.
The port was some distance from Mojiang's home, but Mojiang neither called a taxi nor planned to take the subway. Instead, he walked in the direction of home, constantly looking around.
He was looking for an ATM to deposit the money in his hand into his card.
For ordinary accounts at ATMs of banks such as ICBC and ABC, the maximum daily single deposit and withdrawal limit is 1 yuan, with a daily cumulative limit of 5 yuan.
With just four deposits and withdrawals from different banks, the final step can be completed, turning this money into your own legal and legitimate assets.
By the time Mo Jiang had deposited all the money into his card, it was already 8 p.m.
Through various bank apps on their mobile phones, they directly transferred 25,000 yuan to Ah Long's private account.
Twenty thousand was the gang's financial hole, and five thousand was Ah Long's expense for "accounting adjustments."
Not long after the money was transferred, Mo Jiang's phone rang. It was A Long calling.
"President, I just received a remittance."
"Yes, I transferred it. Twenty thousand is for covering expenses, and five thousand is your hard-earned money."
I'll still be at home reflecting on my actions next week, so the school won't be going. But don't worry too much; as long as the money's still in the accounts and there aren't any major discrepancies, the school auditors won't specifically target me.
Mo Jiang knew very well that the school wouldn't hire a specialized third-party agency to audit the accounts. As long as the bills didn't have any major loopholes and the money was still in the account, the so-called audit was just a formality.
Even if someone really wanted to investigate seriously, others wouldn't allow it.
What if they actually find something?
If nothing is found, that's fine. But if something is found and weighed, requiring police and court intervention, what about the school's reputation?
No club in the school can claim to have completely clean accounts. What if something is found out, causing sponsors to cancel their sponsorships on a large scale? Does the school plan to fund the sponsorships themselves or shut down the clubs directly?
In the Ministry of Education's evaluation of universities, extracurricular activities account for a significant portion of the score. Without extracurricular activities, there would be no score, which would be unacceptable to university presidents.
The principal ordered an investigation into the Hanfu Club's accounts to find a weakness in the club and force it to submit or disband, not to destroy all clubs.
After finishing his explanation, Mo Jiang suddenly remembered, "By the way, how are those few idiots who aren't thinking straight doing? Have they been bothering us lately?"
The question was directed at those guys who insulted the female members. The Hanfu club members were rehearsing on site at the time, and those guys actually dared to insult her in front of the entire club. Saying they were out of their minds is an accurate description.
"I've inquired, and those idiots weren't punished, but they haven't been near the club's activity area these past few days."
"Alright, tell the brothers escorting us to stay alert and not let the birds peck their eyes. I'll deal with this when I get back."
……
The next day.
Mo Jiang rubbed his temples, trying to relieve the throbbing pain in his head, while taking out a notebook and writing a few lines on it:
The medicinal materials on both sides are essentially the same; as long as they are fresh, they can be used to refine "Henry-class" potions.
[The potion only has its unique effect after mental energy is involved in the reaction; without mental energy, it's just like calendula and nettle infusion.]
Exhausting one's mental energy will directly lead to fainting. Upon waking, one will suffer from an unbearable headache. One should absolutely not deplete one's mental energy unless absolutely necessary.
[After your mental energy is completely depleted, you will experience a certain degree of improvement upon waking, but this training method is not recommended.]
[Enhancing mental strength increases the size of microscopic perception, allowing for a more precise perception of material temperature down to single digits.]
[It has been confirmed that modern materials can also be used to create "Henry-class" potions, and freshness is a very important attribute for potions.]