You can't imagine the happiness of the group performance

Chapter 12 Acting as a Eunuch?
Nine o'clock in the morning the next day.

Jiang Yan had already arrived in front of a gold store that looked like a grocery store.

This is not a shop like Lao Fengxiang, but an ordinary gold-making shop.

It was introduced by a local in Dongyang, and the boss is also a local. He has been working for more than ten years, and his reputation is guaranteed.

Jiang Yan can be regarded as half a Dongyang native, as soon as he speaks Dongyang dialect, he can ask for any information.

Dongyang is small, but the people are rich.

And next door is Yongkang County, the hometown of hardware, and Yiwu County, a small commodity city.

So let alone one small yellow croaker, even a hundred of them together would not be considered a big fortune.

But Jiang Yan is alone after all, it is still necessary to be careful, so this time only one shot is going to be made.

After entering the shop, Jiang Yan directly asked the man who looked like the boss in local dialect: "What's the price for you to recycle gold?"

The boss replied without raising his head, "Seventy."

Well, it's okay.

Before he came, he went to other gold shops to find out that the international gold price is now 76 per gram.

If the recovery price is 70, it is still reasonable.

So Jiang Yan took out a small yellow croaker and said, "Then have a look!"

The boss glanced at the little yellow croaker, weighed it with his hands and said: "You are rough enough, you can't give 70% of it, so you can't give 65, the most is [-]."

wipe!
This dead old man!

This is obviously killing pigs.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he only sells this one here.

And most importantly, it is enough to verify that the gold is real with this person's hand.

"It's higher, 69, it's OK and it's sold."

"No, no, I have to re-melt it for you. It will cost a lot, up to 65, or you can go to another store to see."

"68, if it wasn't for the lack of money, I really wouldn't want to sell it. The price of gold is getting higher every year these days. I would lose a lot if I sell it now." Jiang Yan argued.

"Hey you young man, who knows what will happen in the future..."

"That's not for sale." Before the old man finished speaking, Jiang Yan picked up the little yellow croaker and left.

Sure enough, the old man was in a hurry.

"Hey, let me tell you, forget it, 68 is 68, ouch, I won't make you money..."

Oh ghost letter!
Jiang Yan was disdainful in his heart, but he also agreed to the price.

ten minutes later.

32 grams of small yellow croaker with a purity of 94%.

The price is 68 per gram, and finally the bank card received 2050 yuan.

There was more than four yuan more, and the old man made up the whole thing.

Jiang Yan didn't care either.

Anyway, the only gap he has now is the few hundred yuan he borrowed.

Now I have more than 2000 in my hand, which is enough to support my life.

But having said that, the Republic of China small yellow croaker only weighed more than 30 grams, which was beyond Jiang Yan's expectation.

I thought it was 50 grams.

This wealth has shrunk by at least 40%.

"But it's okay, let's do it next time."

Jiang Yan's mentality is very positive, this is just picked up, there is no need to care about more or less.

Besides, as long as you work hard, you really need as much of this thing as you want.

It is even possible that one day, your own holdings can shake the international gold price.

"So, set a small goal first, and then collect at least a thousand small yellow croakers!"

"Then entrust the relationship and exchange it into RMB or Hong Kong dollars!"

"It is now June 6th, and there are still nearly two months before August 15th."

"The time is too late!"

Jiang Yan imagined that when the time came, he would carry millions of copies of Xiangjiang, no, defend Xiangjiang, covering his mouth and laughing.

Even without leverage, it is estimated that it can double in two months.

Hey.

After such a calculation, it is still fast to make money in finance!
But as the old saying goes, contentment is bliss.

Jiang Yan quickly looked away.

"Then the next step is to continue to test the golden finger."

"Next time, try picking up an undead character first."

He wondered, if the character was immortal, wouldn't he also die when the countdown ended.

Experiments need to be rigorous.

After verifying this question, there are other questions waiting to be verified.

For example, if you play the role of a fairy, can you really become a fairy?

Jiang Yan has a lot of time, so he can take his time and not rush.

After making up his mind, Jiang Yan bought a BP player and some clothes before going home.

. . . .

In the next two days, Jiang Yan played two more roles.

One is to do eight-way group performances, forget it, if you have no money, you have to be shot, which is meaningless.

The other is an officer and soldier in a costume drama. He thought he didn't have to die this time, but the director saw that he was handsome, so he arranged a scene where he was killed by an assassin.

Jiang Yan wanted to refuse, but the tm script arranged that all the officers and soldiers were killed, so what else to do, he couldn't just say it and act, so he had to accept his fate.

However, in the different world, he killed a few assassins with a gun, but there were too many assassins, so he had to obediently be killed in order to save bullets.

After playing the two roles, they got two skills respectively.

A white marksmanship, a green knife.

Again, not much use, but better than nothing.

"Old Wu, is there a life that doesn't have to die? After these few days, the smell of blood bag on my body can't be washed off, it's very unlucky!"

That night, Jiang Yan took Wu Yong to drink and took the opportunity to complain.

He was eager to find a safe and secure role. As for roles like martial arts masters, he naturally didn't want to, because there were not enough coffee spots, it was too difficult, and there was no related crew.

"Why, those directors didn't introduce you?" Old Wu asked curiously.

Every time Jiang Yan joined the film crew recently, he was favored by the director, which made him both happy and envious.

He had a premonition that his fellow countryman would fly into the sky soon.

"Hey, stop talking. I haven't heard from you in the past two days. I only introduced you to Liu He at the beginning."

"I originally wanted to invite Liu He to dinner yesterday to thank him, and I asked if there was any role, but yesterday he went to the north to shoot."

"As for that Zhang Shuang, he kept saying that we'll talk after we finish our work."

"Listen, don't you mean rejection?"

After Jiang Yan finished speaking, he drank a glass of wine and did not enter the space this time.

"Hey, let's be more open." Hearing Zhang Shuang's attitude, Wu Yong was also a little angry, but he had a lot of experience after all, so he asked, "By the way, how much did you get from the RB officer last time?"

"Three hundred plus a 20 yuan red envelope."

"Damn it, hold me for half a month!" Wu Yong sighed, and then said in confusion, "That's not right, since they all gave red envelopes, it proves that they are really optimistic about you, why did they change later?"

"Who knows." Jiang Yan touched his nose, feeling a little guilty.

He wondered if Zhang Shuang was scared by himself.

Forehead. . .Could it be true?

The more he thought about it, the more likely it was, but he wouldn't admit it.

"Forget it." Old Wu took a sip from his wine glass, and then comforted, "Okay, I'll pay attention to you, just don't regret it, it's boring, you know."

"That's okay, just try some new roles."

"Hey, you sound like a great artist, I think you've lost your mind, you have to know, you're just an extra now!"

"Fuck you, if the snowflakes don't float, I won't float, come on, this bottle is dry!"

"Fuck, slow down..."

The two exchanged cups, and soon, Jiang Yan carried Old Wu back home again.

After a while of busy work, Jiang Yan was about to go to bed.

At this time, the BP machine came to the news.

Jiang Yan saw it, but it was Zhang Shuang: "There is a drama, come back quickly."

Good guy, I was still scolding him just now, but it turned out to be a misunderstanding.

Jiang Yan hurried downstairs to make a phone call:
"Hey Brother Zhang, I thought you forgot about me, haha."

"It's free, all the schedules are free for you."

"Oh yes, okay, eunuch... will he die, yes, oh yes, haha!"

"Okay no problem, see you tomorrow!"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yan was full of excitement.

Emissary eunuch?

Now it's interesting!

(End of this chapter)