There was a rush in the teahouse, and there was a rush among those who said goodbye, the newcomers, Lao Tie and a few who volunteered to help. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Those who didn't leave also changed seats, and Lizen went to another table.

Liao Hua lifted a teapot, took a tea bowl, found another table to sit on, and got acquainted with more people, and he could always find a deed.

Seeing a table of four people, there were only two people, nodded and sat down.

Self-exposed home: Jingxi Harry.

The Kunlun slave on the left clenches his fist: Non-South Oak Spring!

The man in his thirties on the right nodded: the orbital bureau has forgotten.

Liao Hua has a little experience: what are you two discussing?

Forgetfulness: Brother Oak is talking about the scenery of Feinan, and the grammar is from the beginning, which is really eye-opening.

The people at the next table also nodded their heads: it was really an eye-opener!

The Kunlun Nu Oak Spring was extremely happy, and he made a four-way gesture again and again: Don't dare! Don't dare! In Chaozhou, I heard the name of the Xihe Teahouse, and today I saw all the gentlemen, and I saw people, and I knew that people did not expect me.

Everyone got up and slapped each other on the back for a while, and then sat down.

Oak Spring took out some items from his bag. One was a newborn child's fist-sized nugget, another was a similarly sized silver nugget, another ladybug-sized diamond, and finally a silver nugget of the same size.

Oak Shuchun reached out and looked around: some local property of the family, willing to appreciate it with all the gentlemen!

Everyone came over and lined up, and after seeing it, they all sat back, and Lao Tie also saw it.

Everyone was silent and thought to themselves.

At the second table next to him, a rather thin young man stood up.

He arched his hand and said: "Brother, Fusang Pork Ribs Erlang is the first to see you!

Jiro Rib took a step forward and stood in front of Oak Spring's table, pointing to the large silver nugget.

He said: This silver nugget is produced by an independent silver mine, and compared with the Fusang silver mine, the silver content is almost the same, about 60 to 70 percent, but this silver nugget contains a lot of lead, the color is too black, and although the silver content is high, it is difficult to calculate the miscellaneous silver, and it still needs to be refined.

After speaking, he arched his hand and sat down.

On the other table, there stood another person, with black hair and blue eyes, and a beard curled up, making a four-way gesture: Brother Geguang, from Shule, with Erlang's opinion! I see that this silver nugget, if the fire melts, will have the meaning of Persian miscellaneous silver.

No one speaks!

Oak Shuchun got up: "Two Takami! These silver nuggets were originally mainly sent to Persia.

Everyone applauded. Ribs Erlang and Shule Geguang got up to thank each other, a little embarrassed.

At another table, a woman stood up. Ring-hairstyle, dressed in Wu clothes, squatting slightly, and speaking softly: Slave, Fusang ultra-cold atom has seen all the uncles.

Everyone got up and thanked them back, and the iron hand spoke: the words are serious, and all the worlds are brothers. Girl, please don't take yourself lightly, we don't dare to be, come here, learn from high school as a teacher, please ask the girl to solve our doubts!

The ultra-cold atom pointed to the gold nugget and said: This gold nugget is extremely pure. It's about between ninety and ninety-seven. This is meteor shower doghead gold, from outside the sky, impurities are ablated by high temperature before landing, real gold is not afraid of fire, so after landing, the purity is extremely high.

Everyone looked at Oak Spring. But seeing that he was also stunned for a long time: this gold nugget is extremely pure, but it can't hide it from the Fang family. It's just that this meteor shower, gold falling from the sky, is the first time I heard of it today.

Everyone turned their heads to look at the ultra-cold atoms again. According to the Australopithecus Encyclopedia, in ancient times, there was a golden comet that broke into a golden meteor shower and landed as a strip-shaped gold vein.

I heard a guy chirp: "Obediently, it's raining gold! Buns fell from the sky and hit my head." Girl, are you still down now?

Everyone was extremely disdainful.

Oak Spring saluted the atom: Atom girl, do you think my gold nugget should be disposed of?

Atom: If it is sent to the bank, it will be sold as gold, which is about 90% of the weight. If you want to make jewelry, in addition to handmade money, the goldsmith will have to steal half of your gold.

Everyone laughed.

Atom: It's best if you sell it to a gentleman who is a good naturalist, and you mark the location and date of the pick-up, and the more detailed the better, so that the two are appropriate.

Iron Hand stood up: Atomic girl, what do you think is the right price?

Atom: If it is collected by a naturalist, such pure meteor shower gold is extremely rare, and there may be other uses, and the price of heavy gold such as ore is the fairest. If it's the gold of the figure, then you have to ask the guy in the bank.

Iron Hand to Oak Spring: Can you cut your love?

There were also a few standing next to them. A black-faced man smiled and said: Lao Tie, you have to buy it, I will take the brothers who didn't come today to your house to watch!

Another smiled and said: Lao Tie is the god of the Public Security Bureau, I'm afraid of you. I want to make a profit with Lao Tie, but when I think of the little thieves in my family, forget it, sooner or later I have to go to the pawn shop to redeem it.

Lao Tie was really rich, took the silver coin and scale, according to the gold and silver one to sixteen, the silver coin contained eighty percent of the silver, calculated, in front of everyone, gave the money, Oak Shuchun took the silver nugget as an additive, gave Lao Tie.

Liao Hua saw that Oak Shuchun received the money in the bag, and he was envious of other people's money.

The black-faced man said to Oak Shuchun: Wait a minute, you can go back to Beijing, you can go to Xilianghe Station, and ask the rail road police to escort you to Xicheng Shanxi Daheng Qianzhuang, one silver dollar is enough, and add some money, enough for a small courtyard in Nancheng.

I forgot to interject a sentence: No need! I'll go back to the General Administration in a while, and I'll send you.

Iron Hand nodded: That's even better.