Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"What's the matter?" When Xu Shujian took a shower and opened the door and walked out, what she saw was the little monkey lying on the sofa, crying without tears.

Song Fengchen came out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodles. He seemed to be in a good mood. He hummed, "No matter it, this little guy is good at it!"

Xu Shujian went to sit down at the dinner table, took the bowls and chopsticks handed over by Song Fengchen, and asked, "How did it recruit you?"

Song Fengchen bit the egg, raised his chopsticks, pointed at the honeysuckle on the balcony, and said in detail what had just happened.

Xu Shujian stopped eating noodles, followed Song Fengchen's gaze and looked at it: "Spirit?"

He blinked, recalling the many unusual features of his own honeysuckle, and he felt surprised and taken for granted.

"Xuan Chengzi is very knowledgeable and should know the origin of this honeysuckle. I will write a letter to ask later." Song Fengchen said casually.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian's lips were slightly bent, and there was an extra baby in the house that sounded very good. Although he didn't know what it was, it didn't prevent him from being happy.

"Right," Song Fengchen asked as if thinking of something, "Do you know where else to recycle gold?"

In this era, gold is a state-specialized commodity. Only banks are allowed to buy and sell gold products. It is a crime for individuals to buy and sell gold products, and imprisonment is light. The main purpose of the state's purchase of private gold products is to turn them into foreign exchange reserves for import. As for the purchase price, it is really pitiful.

Otherwise Song Fengchen would not ask that way.

"Are you trying to get rid of those big yellow croakers?" Xu Shujian asked.

"Yeah." Song Fengchen nodded.

Xu Shujian never interfered with Song Fengchen’s income, but from an objective point of view, he analyzed: “Like this kind of gold bars minted during the Republic of China, the factory volume is not small, just because after the establishment of the State of China, most of the gold bars were The bank has been recycled and melted, and there is also a folk tradition of melting gold bars into jewelry."

"So like these factory strips with the stamp of the'Central Mint' in your hand, the number of extants is actually not that large. In the future, they will definitely become a coin collection sought after by antique lovers. By then, these large yellow croakers will not be able to Just being sold as gold, the added value alone can more than double their value."

"The most important thing is that the price of gold is already at a historic low. It is only a matter of time before the price rises. If you sell these gold bars now, you will be a little bit at a loss."

"fine."

Song Fengchen had considered these things a long time ago. After all, at the time when he was alive in his previous life, a gram of gold was only about three hundred yuan on the market, but a large yellow croaker of three hundred and twelve grams could sell for two to three hundred thousand.

But who makes him rush to spend money now, it doesn't matter if he suffers a bit of a loss, he just makes a big deal, and it is easy for him to make money anyway.

On the contrary, Xu Shujian's words remind Song Fengchen that he can leave a few gold bars, as it is to add to Xu Shujian's collection room.

"Yeah." Xu Shujian didn't persuade him much. After thinking about it, he said, "There is a pawnshop on Dongmen Street, and there is a sign for the North and South grain shops. The boss behind it is someone in the circle. I have seen him several times. I have also heard of some of his deeds, and he is fairly reliable."

"Okay," Song Fengchen nodded, "I'll go over and take a look in the afternoon."

"Um."

The Qu family gave a total of three large yellow croakers, one small and four boxes of large yellow croaker, each of the three large boxes had 20 pieces, and the small box had nine pieces, a total of sixty-nine.

Song Fengchen thought for a while, left the small box of gold bars at home, and then took the three big boxes of gold bars to Dongmen Street.

As soon as he entered the store, Song Fengchen saw the glutinous rice piled up like a hill on the counter.

Feeling a little craving for the Youth League, he touched his chin.

The guy in the shop immediately greeted him: "Comrade, do you want to buy some rice? These are the new products that just arrived yesterday."

"This is not in a hurry."

Song Fengchen looked around, and there was no one else in the store, so he had no doubts, and said directly, "I heard that you are collecting things here, right?"

The guy's gaze fell directly on the sack that Song Fengchen was holding, and he nodded: "Yes, do you have something to sell?"

The answer can be said to be quite refreshing, he is not worried about whether Song Fengchen will have other bad intentions.

After all, the backstage is hard and the confidence is there.

Song Fengchen nodded.

The guy said immediately: "That's fine, come with me!"

After speaking, he led Song Fengchen upstairs.

In the reception room, Song Fengchen put the sack in his hand on the coffee table. The guy lifted the kettle and poured him a glass of water: "You sit down first, and I'll call the shopkeeper over."

"good."

Just as Song Fengchen was looking at the layout of the reception room, a bald middle-aged man pushed in.

He stretched out his hand: "Hello sir, my surname is Chen, I am the shopkeeper of our shop, I don't know what surname is your husband?"

"Shopkeeper Chen," Song Fengchen stood up, stretched out his hand and shook his hand: "Menggui, his surname is Song."

"Mr. Song," the middle-aged man sat across from Song Fengchen, "I don't know what Mr. Song wants to sell to our store?"

Song Fengchen pointed to the sack on the coffee table: "That's it."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to untie the rope on the sack, opened it, and he was taken aback first, then a bright light burst into his eyes.

He suddenly raised his head: "Mr. Song, this—"

"The shopkeeper, don't worry, the origin of these gold bars is absolutely right." Song Fengchen said: "But can you eat these here?"

The middle-aged man returned to his senses and made a decisive decision: "Yes, it is possible, but I may not have enough cash here. If Mr. Song doesn't mind, can I give me some more time? I will send someone to raise money. And. You see, I also have to inspect the goods first, don't I?"

"Yes." Song Fengchen replied nonchalantly.

After getting the letter, the middle-aged man immediately called in his buddy and told a few words in his ear.

While the guy answered, he couldn't help but glanced at Song Fengchen more.

At the end, the middle-aged man said, "By the way, ask Xiao San'er to make a pot of hot tea and use the Longjing I brought back a few days ago."

"Hey." As he said, the man trot out and walked out.

In the next half an hour, the middle-aged man was meticulous, picking up the gold bars in front of Song Fengchen to identify and weigh them one by one.

As the last gold bar was put on the medicine scale, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, with an unconcealable smile on his face. He looked up at Song Fengchen and said, "Mr. Song laughed, it is these gold bars. It's too expensive, I don't dare to be cautious."

"It should." Song Fengchen didn't care.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and immediately after the door was pushed open, a young man walked in with two bodyguards.

"Boss, why did you come here in person?" Seeing the person, the middle-aged man stood up immediately.

"I heard that you have a big business here, come and take a look." The young man's eyes fell on the pile of gold bars on the coffee table.

"Not really." Taking into account the presence of Song Fengchen, the middle-aged man said respectfully and calmly.

One month later, it will be the 80th birthday of Father He, who is the grandfather of his boss.

His boss is filial, thinking about giving Old Man He a bottle of golden birthday gift as a birthday gift. It's just that these years, it's easy to get a half catty of gold, no more than it is, and everyone who makes a big deal is too eye-catching and prone to accidents.

His boss was worried that the gold he had collected in the past few months was not enough, so this Mr. Song delivered it to his door.

Once this happens, once the boss is happy, his bonus will be indispensable.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man looked a little excited.

"The inspection is finished, shopkeeper Chen, let's make a price." Song Fengchen said.

"Okay, Mr. Song." The middle-aged man recovered immediately.

The young man only noticed Song Fengchen on the sofa, and when he saw Song Fengchen's appearance, he raised his brows, thoughtful.

Song?

It's him.

The middle-aged man said immediately: "Mr. Song, these gold bars add up to sixty bars, and each bar weighs ten cents..."

"The current price of gold is 1.5 dollars a gram," the young man interrupted the middle-aged man, and quickly calculated: "In other words, the price of this gold bar should be around 700 yuan, and 60 gold bars is 40,000 yuan. Two thousand yuan, what does Mr. Song think of this price?"

Hearing what the young man said, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, a little dumbfounded.

It is said that good gold antiques can only be made at a price of more than 10%, not to mention that these gold bars are not pure gold.

If this is a purchase at the market price, a typical loss-making transaction, when has his boss been so kind!

The middle-aged man was a little unbelievable, or did he mean that his boss was so happy for a while that his brain didn't keep up because of these gold matters?

Song Fengchen glanced at the young man. Although he didn't understand what his plan was, but the price won't make him suffer.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen nodded: "Okay."