Chapter 45: Life is All About Compromise

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  Huang Sheng's face changed slightly, and he obviously thought of something. With such strength, being able to get so much gold, it wouldn't be someone who can be taken advantage of easily. Maybe they're some kind of fugitive. Huang Lao Ban, although he sits at the top of both the black and white worlds, his status has gradually risen. He's already started enjoying life, and it's not worth it for him to get involved with those fugitives who have nothing to lose. As for saying that all these things belong to Wen Fei, that's a joke! He had already investigated Wen Fei's family thoroughly. But he didn't believe that such a homebody could have such great abilities!

  "One hundred yuan!" Huang Sheng stretched out a finger: "Tell the person behind you, one hundred yuan. If you don't know what's good for you, I won't be polite..."

  "My goodness, it's really expensive. Although the gold content of these gold sands is not enough, after being washed and cleaned by the river water day and night, the purity of the sand gold is mostly between 70%-95%, and it's sold for a hundred yuan."

  "Besides, aren't you planning on selling that old house in the city?" Huang Sheng asked.

  "Is that house really yours?" Wen Fei asked, still thinking it was an excuse he had made up for himself.

  Huang Sheng burst out laughing: "Silly kid, I'm a legitimate businessman now. Investing in real estate is the most normal thing to do. Not just that courtyard you've been eyeing, but also some other places, are all under my name!"

  Wen Fei's mind was racing... Could it be that the old city district is going to be developed? He thought quickly. Huang Sheng, this guy has connections in both black and white societies locally, and rumors say he has a lot of influence among the local upper class. Whether true or false, at any rate his information is far more extensive than what ordinary citizens like himself can access.

  In modern society, no matter what business you do, you have to consider profitability and capital turnover rate. People like Huang Sheng can't possibly hold onto those plots of land for three to five years.

  After leaving the coffee shop, when he went out and was blown by the wind, Wen Fei only felt that his entire back was soaked with cold sweat. He had just walked a few steps when a car slid to a stop beside him, revealing Zhang Yu's big fat face: "Sorry about this, Taoist, things didn't go as planned!"

  Wen Fei pulled open the car door with a bad temper and sat in, asking: "What's going on?"

  "Never mind, the gold market in our area is all controlled by Huang Lao Da. Last time we got a few kilograms of gold sand, someone had already taken notice. This time, we made another move with tens of kilograms, and they directly took me to see Huang Lao Da. You also know that I'm timid, my dad has a lot of business at stake, and he doesn't dare offend Huang Lao Da."

  "Fine, fine! I should have known better about you!"

  Zhang Yu let out a sigh of relief and asked, "What's going on?"

  Wen flew over and patted his butt, saying: "Old Huang is still quite particular about doing business, he didn't swindle us out of everything. Several dozen kilograms of gold were exchanged for that house... Now that courtyard belongs to us!"

  Zhang Yu let out a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's great. I won't interfere with the house anymore. It's all yours, this time I really didn't treat you well... Speaking of which, we're also quite unlucky, buying a house and running into Old Huang's hands."

  Wen Fei also smiled bitterly, who says it's not?!

  Wen Fei's parents, one a teacher and the other an accountant, were ordinary small-town citizens. Except for Wen Fei, who was unemployed and relied on his family, they were a happy and harmonious family. Now that his parents have gone traveling, it can be considered a welfare benefit provided by the school to retired teachers like them.

  They should have returned a long time ago, Wen Fei felt uneasy and moved out. Until now, they still haven't seen their parents. At this point, worrying about their parents, they had no choice but to go back home and take a look.

  It just so happened to be noon, and Wen Fei had just returned home. He saw his father sitting on the sofa, wearing reading glasses and looking at a book. Seeing Wen Fei slip in from the doorway, he hummed out a sentence from his nose: "Back?"

  "Wen Fei bowed his head and said: 'I'm back!'"

  "Hmm..." Wen Fu hummed again before saying: "Your mom is cooking in the kitchen!"

  Wen Fei finally let out a sigh of relief, feeling that facing his old man was even more oppressive than facing Huang Sheng. Fortunately, Father didn't seem to mind, and Wen Fei managed to get away with it this time.

  "Dad," Wen Fei said with a flushed face: "I recently did some business with Zhang Yu and made some money. I bought you a gift!"

  The uncle said lightly: "You two are a bunch of good-for-nothings, when have you ever done anything serious?" But he didn't object.

  Wen Fei looked at his father's face while quickly taking out the gift from the bag in his hand. It was a beautifully decorated wooden box, looking antique and elegant.

  The old man took it and said: "It's just a bunch of nonsense, but it's just some miscellaneous wood!" As he spoke, he opened the box, inside was a thread-bound ancient book.

  "Dreams of Tokyo". Wen Fu gently stroked the cover of the book, and his originally tense face relaxed: "How did you think of buying this kind of book?"

  The old man chuckled and said: "This is a fake Song Dynasty edition book, it's actually not worth much money. As soon as I saw this, I guessed you would like it!"

  This thing, of course, was taken out by Wen Fei from Zhang Yu's place. It looks good as a decoration, but actually it's just for people to follow the fashion trend and take it back to show off. It's just worth a few hundred yuan anyway.

  Wen's mother came out of the kitchen upon hearing the commotion, saw the scene between father and son, and immediately felt discontent in her heart. She called out: "You little scoundrel, moving out to live without even consulting with adults! Hmm, now that you're back, you know how to buy things to curry favor with your dad..."

  "Ha ha, look what I got for you, mom!"

  "Alright, you bring a broken stone to cheat your mom. You little heartless thing, so good to your dad, but buy this for me? Luckily when you were young and your dad hit you, I was the one who protected you..."

  "Let me take a look!" Wen's father was the head of the household, and his words were always law. He took the pendant from his wife's hand, only to see that it was just a simple pendant made from a goose egg-sized stone strung on a red cord. The stone itself looked rather plain, but it had a smooth, golden color with a hint of green undertone, similar to a goose eggstone.

  Wen's father calmly handed the gold ore back to Wen's mother, saying: "Your son is much better to you than to me. He gave you such a large piece of gold ore, what more are you not satisfied with?"

  "Is this whole thing made of gold?" Mom asked, clearly astonished.

  "Authentic dog's head gold with a purity of over 90%!"

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