Chapter 98 Casting Silver Dollars

Feng Jun hesitated and then answered, "In the short term, I can consider it if the down payment does not exceed 20 million. As for the future... money is not an issue. I am quite tight these days."

The young agent hung up the phone and twitched the corner of his mouth, "A property with a down payment of 20 million...is this also called being tight on money?"

But then, he still jumped up and clenched his fist fiercely, "If I make this deal, I can pay the down payment!"

Putting aside the excitement of the agent, Wang Haifeng finally called Zhang Wei and Li Qiang to have a night get-together with Feng Jun.

Not long ago, although the three of them had contacts with Feng Jun, they always felt in their hearts that this man came from a small place and had no property in Zhengyang, so he was not worthy of special attention.

But in just over a month, Feng Jun developed at an astonishing speed. Although he currently has no property in Zheng Yang, he has opened an account of more than two million yuan in Shenghai Securities.

And today Wang Haifeng also heard that Xiao Feng was looking for a house with a down payment of no more than 20 million.

And his "mining" business has given him a "gangster" aura. As long as ordinary people possess such attributes, they will be treated politely by most people.

When they were half drunk, Wang Haifeng suggested that everyone go to the KTV to continue fighting. Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei looked at Li Qiang with a half-smile.

Li Qiang's face suddenly turned slightly red, "What do you want me to do? Just go."

"I'm not very interested," Feng Jun shook his head, "I seem to have trouble with women lately."

Li Qiang said in a somewhat sour voice, "Of course you don't have to go to the KTV. Just come to someone nearby and everything will be solved."

Zhang Wei laughed loudly when he heard this, and Wang Haifeng also looked strange - he was not present at the time, but he had heard about it many times.

Seeing Li Qiang's hesitant expression, Zhang Wei stopped laughing and said, "By the way, Boss Feng, did you get a good view? How does it taste?"

"I didn't take it," Feng Jun shook his head and spoke seriously, "I'm not the kind of person you think."

The other three people burst into laughter, and even Li Qiang's eyebrows were full of smiles - you added the beauty's WeChat account, but you can only look at it and can't take it off. This is probably more depressing than not adding a friend. Bar?

Feng Jun originally wanted to say something about introducing Haojing into the fund, but he didn't bother to mention it when he saw the situation.

But at the same time, he remembered something, "Brother Zhang, does your Shenghai have a precious metal business?"

"Zhou Cao, you're asking this," Zhang Wei rolled his eyes, "Tell me, is there any securities company that doesn't deal in precious metals?"

Feng Jun continued to ask, "I'm not talking about futures, what about spot prices?"

"Spot goods..." Zhang Wei was choked to death, and he wanted to give some advice. He suddenly thought of a possibility, and his face straightened, "You mean, you want to sell the mine you dug out?"

"No matter what I dig out, it's best to find someone in the industry to trade it... That's a private mine," Feng Jun glanced at him, "It seems like there's no need to go to your securities company, right?"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but think of the scene in the afternoon. The gold diggers worked hard to find the gold sand. Didn't most of it have to be sold to companies such as Hang Lung?

No matter how well you do in the mines, it's useless. When you come to the city, you have to abide by the rules in the city. No matter how unscrupulous the gold diggers are, they can't compete with those big companies that rely on the rules to survive.

"I also have a way to collect private mines," Zhang Wei's eyes widened, "Gold, silver, copper, iron and aluminum... tell me what you want to sell."

"I don't sell it, I buy it," Feng Jun grinned, "Silver...is there any way to do it?"

"Of course," Zhang Wei patted his thigh and replied proudly, "I dare not say if there are too many, but it will be no problem to get you a few tons."

There is an inextricable connection between securities companies and precious metal spot prices, which goes without saying.

Feng Jun nodded, "That's good. The silver I want must be calculated in tons, but... can you help me with rough processing?"

He has discovered that the country's control over gold is very strict, but silver is much looser.

In fact, in today's society, silver has basically lost its monetary function, and regulatory relaxation is inevitable.

The price of silver is about three or four yuan per gram. In the mobile phone space, the exchange rate between silver and gold is one hundred to one, and one hundred silver dollars can be exchanged for one tael of gold.

In the real world, the price of one hundred grams of silver is usually higher than that of one gram of gold. If Feng Jun wanted to bring silver to another dimension, he would have to cast the silver into silver coins - there are no silver ingots in that dimension. Or scattered silver.

In this way, the cost of bringing silver from the real world is higher than bringing gold. Putting aside the comparison of monetary value, just talking about weight, a hundred times the weight will definitely consume more energy points.

However, Feng Jun still feels that it is not a loss to bring silver there - this thing is not regulated, how much risk is reduced?

People are like this. In difficult times, their tolerance for risks is relatively high, but as soon as their wealth increases, they will have a strong awareness of risk prevention and control.

"Rough processing is definitely no problem," Zhang Wei replied with a smile, "Just don't process it into various silver jewelry. It's best if you can unify the template... It would be best if they are all processed into silver coins."

"Okay," Feng Jun nodded, thinking that I just wanted to process it into silver dollars. Then, he took out a silver dollar from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and said with a smile, "It's all processed like this. Just give me a ton first..."

What he took out was the silver dollar brought out from the mobile phone space, which was completely different from any silver dollar in real society.

Zhang Wei picked it up curiously, looked around, pinched the center with two fingertips, and blew a breath.

With a soft "ding" sound, the silver dollar chirped, crisp and long, the sound of pure silver.

"Huh? It's really a silver dollar," Li Qiang, who was next to him, stretched out his hand and snatched the silver dollar.

This guy has some knowledge. After looking at it, he actually recognized the seal characters on it, "Dao Dao... Where is this silver dollar?"

"Just think of it as a prop," Feng Jun smiled, and then looked at Zhang Wei, "The pattern of this silver dollar is not complicated, right?"

Zhang Wei curled his lips disdainfully, "The casting cost of this thing is lower than that of a one-dollar coin. The value of silver dollars is mainly reflected in the silver itself..."

At this point, he looked at Feng Jun in surprise, "What do you want a ton of this thing for?"

"Just treat it as a prop for filming," Feng Jun said casually.

Seeing that the other party still wanted to ask questions, he frowned and said impatiently, "I want to buy silver, and what I am willing to process it into is my business. I don't need to explain to anyone... just say this." Can we do business?"

Don't tell me, this man is just a cheap guy. When he got angry, Zhang Wei was embarrassed to ask again - originally, the value of silver coins mainly lies in the silver itself, not in the processing technology.

So he laughed dryly, "I was also wondering if you wanted to buy an island, declare independence, and consider minting your own coins."

This is of course a joke, but to be able to make such a joke, Zhang Wei definitely has a lot of imagination.

Feng Jun glanced at him sideways, "Is that settled?"

"It's settled," Zhang Wei replied nonchalantly. A ton of silver is worth more than three million. He can make a six-digit income by arranging a match. However, for him, there are certain limitations to such a match. risk, so you can make a little money.

The crux of the problem is that he is embarrassed to ask Feng Jun for a deposit. If Feng Jun is still the poor man before, he will definitely ask for money, but now...he has more than two million yuan lying in the Shenghai Securities account.

But Wang Haifeng spoke up, "Feng Jun, why don't you pay him a deposit?"

"No, no, no," Zhang Wei waved his hands repeatedly, "You pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand... It would be nice if you can pay some processing fees."

Feng Jun glanced at him and said, "The processing fee is no problem. Is two points enough?"

After agreeing on this matter, it was getting late. Zhang Wei thought that he could have a small income again, so he kindly invited everyone to sing.

Feng Jun simply refused. He wanted to go to the park to continue practicing.

That night, he also finished practicing the third picture of the fourth form. According to his estimation, he should be able to complete the fourth picture tomorrow night, and then...become an intermediate martial artist?

Feng Jun always felt that there was something wrong. Lang Zhen had practiced for more than ten years before he reached the level of a junior martial artist. Later, he fell down due to injury.

It is true that when Lone Wolf was a junior martial artist, he was able to fight against an intermediate martial artist without falling behind, but that was only because of his strong combat power. He had never stepped onto the threshold of an intermediate martial artist.

Feng Jun couldn't help but wonder: Even if I have the aura of the protagonist, my ability to practice so quickly seems a bit exaggerated.

He had been wondering whether he had practiced a fake breathing method, but he didn't notice that someone was following him.

The next day, he brought Qingyu to Henglong, and the transaction was completed.

Liang Haiqing was not there at the time. After the Hang Lung people inspected the goods, they casually asked, "Boss Feng, do you want to wait for Mr. Liang?"

"Just wait," Feng Jun said nicely. "Bring me some books about jade."

An hour later, Liang Haiqing came back. Hearing that Feng Jun was waiting for him, he trotted over immediately.

As soon as he entered the reception room, UU Reading www.uukkanshu.net he took the initiative to apologize first, "Boss Feng, those guys who are digging for gold are a bit out of character. We often bargain and have quarrels with them. What happened yesterday was really... It has nothing to do with me.”

He thought that Feng Jun was sitting here today because he wanted to find him to accuse him.

"It's a thing of the past, let's not make this happen next time," Feng Jun waved his hand and spoke calmly.

He did have something to do with Liang Haiqing, but he was not talking about yesterday. "We have cooperated twice and traded three pieces of jade. It was generally quite pleasant, right?"

"Pleasant," Mr. Liang nodded repeatedly and spoke with a smile, "very pleasant."

This smile not only comes from the heart, but also has a bit of flattery - can it be unpleasant? Must have fun!

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