"Okay then."

The coolie pushed the sack aside and put it down, patted the dust off his body, and walked over to stand behind Yelin.

"Don't worry."

Yelin led the coolie to walk towards the tailor's shop of Hongmen Iron Fist.

The tailor's shop is not very big, and there are tailor-related items everywhere.

"Sir, are you going to make clothes?"

The master tailor, who was bowing his head to make clothes, heard someone enter his shop and looked up at the two people who had entered.

When I saw Yelin, I already recognized him as the guy who was "knocked out" by the charter man yesterday.

But now that people are coming to the door as guests, it is impossible for him to slack off.

"Boss, do you have a suit here? Or a tunic will do. Yelin looked at the master tailor with some embarrassment.

He's never taken credit before, and he's really embarrassed to come on credit this time.

"I can't make a suit, but I have a tunic that you need to try?"

The tailor shook his head, he didn't know how to make a suit, and then he heard him say a tunic and led Yelin and the coolie to the back room that was blocked out with a cloth lattice.

"Look, is this set suitable?" Leading the two to the back room, the tailor stretched out his hand and pointed to the hanging tunic and asked worriedly.

"This, Mr. Coolie, do you think it is appropriate?" Yelin turned his head to look at the coolie, and pointed to the black tunic in front of him.

Bodyguards, then you have to wear a suit, so that you can be forced. The little brothers of the Axe Gang all wear suits and ties, if their temporary bodyguards are not a little forced, they will not be looked down upon when they go to Citibank?

"Give it to me?" Suddenly, the coolie was a little confused, and he stretched out his hand and pointed to his nose in disbelief, his eyes full of disbelief.

I've never worn anything so formal when I've grown up.

"Yes, you should know that foreigners despise us Chinese, and if you go to the bank with me in your clothes, they will definitely look down on us."

"It's okay for us to lose face in front of our own family, but if we lose face in front of foreigners, it's a shame." Yelin's face was very serious.

In this period of China, it was extremely despised by foreigners.

If you wear the clothes of migrant workers, you will definitely be ridiculed and ridiculed, and you will be ashamed, and you can only lose yourself in front of your own family, and you must not be embarrassed in front of foreigners.

Hearing this, the coolie nodded solemnly, and with the help of the tailor, he put on this tunic suit.

After putting on the tunic suit, a powerful aura poured out of the coolie's body, just like the ** sea bodyguard performed by an old drama bone, with a sharp gaze like an eagle falcon in his eyes.

"Okay." Seeing this, Yelin secretly said hello, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he gave a thumbs up to the coolie, and then turned his head to look at the master tailor, "That, boss, how much do you have this dress?" ”

"No more, no less, you can give 30 yuan." The master tailor said with a smile.

"Master tailor, can you give me a credit, don't get me wrong, I'll give you back the money in two hours, okay?"

For a while, Yelin's pale face due to the pain began to flush, and he said embarrassedly.

In his past and present lives, he has never taken credit when he has grown so big.

It's really embarrassing.

"This ...... All right. The master tailor pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement with Yelin's request.

He is not afraid of people running away.

Anyway, the coolie is a perennial tenant of the pig cage walled city, and he knows himself, so he shouldn't be so tasteless.

"Thank you so much."

Seeing that the tailor was deep in thought, Yelin was really afraid that he would say no.

After all.

This is the first time in his two lives that he has paid on credit.

"It's okay, it's okay."

……

Half an hour later.

Shanghai Citibank Branch.

Yelin and Coolie Qiang come out of Citibank, and Coolie Qiang carries a box full of money.

"It's dark."

Yelin's face was very unsightly, and he turned his head and stared at the Citibank branch viciously.

Now the international gold price is 35 US dollars an ounce, but the bastard manager Johnson here can only give himself 20 US dollars an ounce, black pus.

One ounce = 31.1 grams, which is 31.1 grams of gold, can be exchanged for 20 dollars.

In other words, his 2.5kg of gold was only sold for $1607.7.

During this period, $1 = $2.16 silver dollars.

Converted, his 2.5kg of gold was only sold for 3742.66 silver dollars.

The most infuriating thing is that Johnson also blacked out his 42.66 silver dollars, which is really hateful.

3,700 silver dollars, calculated at 26.7 grams, that is 197.58 catties, which is not a problem for those who practice martial arts.

It's just that Yelin has exchanged it for paper money that can be used now, and it is easier to bring it up.

The exchange rate of banknotes that can be used now is 1:20, which means that 74,000 banknotes have been exchanged.

[Note: The above is purely apocryphal, don't take it seriously, it's really hard to search on the Internet]

"Mr. Yelin, are we going back to the Pig Coop Walled City directly?"

Like a dutiful bodyguard, the coolie followed closely behind Yelin, holding the grip of the suitcase in his hand, and his eyes were like that of a hunter, and he was all wary of his surroundings.

"Let's go back to the pigpen city first, so as not to have too many dreams at night."

Yelin doesn't have an opinion, it's too unsafe to carry a huge amount of money outside now, so it's better to return to the pigpen city as soon as possible.

There, there are at least two innate level masters, the charter lady and the charter father.

"Okay."

The coolie nodded without the slightest hesitation, followed closely behind his employer, and walked in the direction of the pigpen walled city.

After the two left, the manager of the Citibank branch walked out of it, looked at the vanishing backs of the two people, and the corners of his mouth were filled with satisfied smiles, and then turned back to the inside of the bank.

This time it was really earned, and the money of the Chinese is easy to earn.

Of course.

As the general manager of Citibank in mainland China, it is naturally impossible for him to do something tasteless.

Just make some extra money.

If you lose your job because of a small fortune with a big sesame seed, it will be more than worth the loss.

A small alley.

"Ah Xing, are we really going to rob? I'm a little scared. ”

A fat man with a big face, hiding behind the wall and looking at his good brother and the protagonist of this world, Zhou Axing, couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

We're here to be the Black Society, and the Black Society won't fall into robbery, right?

"Don't be afraid, you can go with me when the time comes, if we don't rob again, we will starve to death on the streets tomorrow." Xingzi looked at his good brother and gritted his teeth and said.

They're at the end of their rope.

If you don't get some money, don't say tomorrow, if you don't starve to death today, it will be an eye-opener.