On the way here, Joel and Sergey had already put their wands in their pocket-sized pouches, and were not afraid of being searched by strong men.

"It's all in dollars, there's no need to look it up, right?" Joel laid out the two bundles of bills that had been prepared.

"What's in this bag?" The brawny men stared at the small black bag that they had found on Joel's body, and they seemed to be trying to set a card on it to deliberately embarrass Joel.

"Some scattered dollar bills and pounds...... Joel glanced at the two of them, and opened the bag in front of them, which was full of coins and small denominations, and the cat of the Stretching Charm was on the inside of the bag, which only a wizard could open.

Joel was extremely fast, pulling out a few small bills from his bag, and stuffing the money into their hands close to the strong man's kung fu.

"Buy some wine for the brothers." Sergei lowered his voice.

The faces of the two strong men quickly turned cloudy and clear, and they clenched the banknotes in their hands.

Now the common currency, the ruble, has plummeted, one price a day, today 10 rubles can buy a pound of beef, five days later 10 rubles can only buy a few meat floss bread, the ruble is obviously unable to maintain market price stability, the dollar is more valuable in the eyes of many Soviets.

The strong man who received the money did not stop the two of them anymore, and Joel successfully entered the two-story building with Sergey.

As soon as he entered the room, the warmth of Joel dispelled the chill from his body, the exuberant fire crackled in the fireplace, and his feet felt like they were stepping on the embroidered carpet and stepping on the snow.

A group of people were gathering in the living room to discuss things, and as soon as outsiders entered, they immediately fell silent.

The man sitting in the middle looked up at Joel and Sergei, beckoned and said a lot of things that Joel didn't understand.

"He let us pass." Sergei whispered in Joel's ear.

Joel walked steadily to the sofa and sat down, while Sergei stood behind him and acted as an interpreter for his entourage.

The head of the place, Vasily Ivanovich, was a big man with a beard, and all five of his men were his subordinates.

"To buy gold?" Sergey translated Ivanovich's words word for word, "Tell me about your price." ”

"$190/oz." Joel's gaze swept over the crystal clear, unopened vodka and the clean sofa on the coffee table in front of him...... It was finally fixed on Ivanovic's face.

Sergei translated these words, and the price caused strong dissatisfaction among the surrounding bodyguards, some of whom had already rolled up their sleeves and were ready to step forward.

Ivanovich stopped his men with a single slash.

"$190? This price is too low, the international gold price is approaching 360 US dollars, and we are not less involved in government officials in the domestic gold dumping...... "Ivanovic's meaning is very obvious, we have to add money.

"$190 is the price we paid for in the Soviet Union," Joel cocked his legs, he couldn't get used to the long-lost adult body, "We still have to find a way to bribe the guards at the whistle, otherwise how can we get this pile of gold out of the Soviet Union?" ”

Ivanovich thought for a moment and then shook his head and vetoed, "That's too low, the Ukrainians and Americans offered $230 per ounce, and your price is not competitive at all." ”

"Brother," he suddenly switched to half-baked and hairy English, and stepped forward to pat Joel on the shoulder, "You came here to buy gold to make money, and we are here to eat and drink in the future, the situation in the Soviet Union is very bad now, and I still have so many brothers under me to support their families, if the money is less, everyone will have a hard time, are you right?" ”

Ivanovic's words seemed kind, but they were somewhat threatening.

Sergei looked at Joel with a little inquiry.

Joel crossed his legs and was not in a hurry, "I'll get to the bottom directly, this batch of gold in your hands hasn't found an overseas buyer, right?" What Ukraine, the United States, 230 dollars are fake. ”

Sergei froze in place, bewildered, and Joel glanced at him, and he translated the words.

The five men behind Ivanovic shouted discontentedly, clearly irritated by Joel's unceremonious words.

"What are you talking nonsense...... Ivanovich was anxious.

"This is the closest village to Ukraine, and according to common sense, it is also a priority place for international buyers to purchase, because there is only one exit gate, which is very convenient for gold transportation." Joel looked at the few strong men in front of him, and his face did not change.

"Judging from the size of your few people, you must not have a lot of gold in your hands, but you still haven't sold all of it, it seems that you have encountered some difficulties."

Sergei's translation fell into the ears of Ivanovich and others, and Ivanovich's face was red and white, as if he was poked in the sore spot by Joel's words.

Before he could refute anything, Joel continued: "I also understand the difficulty of you going back and forth to dredge up the relationship and move gold, so how about $200 per ounce?" ”

“…… Wait until we talk about it. Ivanovich turned his head and whispered to his men.

Joel leaned on the couch in an extremely relaxed position, seemingly unconcerned about their conversation, and Sergei was amazed at Joel's ability to reason, and he observed more details than he could have imagined.

Two minutes later, Ivanovic looked back and said, "He said it was fine. Sergey translated.

Joel's face was as usual, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out two wad of dollar bills from his pocket, "We want a total of 20,800 dollars here, just to buy 65 ounces of gold, where is the goods?" ”

With a hammer of repentance and a wand in hand, Joel was not afraid of Ivanovich's sudden backlash.

Ivanovich winked at his men, and the two strong men went to the second floor.

After a while, Joel saw 105 ounces of gold on the coffee table, arranged in a stack of gold, dazzling to the eye.

"This is a scale, if you are not sure, you can measure the weight."

Sergey put the stack on a scale and measured it correctly, 105 ounces, 3,255 grams of gold.

Joel motioned for Sergey to put the gold in the bag, then stood up, "Then the deal is done." ”

Ivanovich held out his hand, shook it and then parted.

"I'll send you out of the village." Ivanovic had a smile on his face, clearly excited to get the deal done.

Joel didn't refuse, and the three of them went out of the house together.

It's just that the scene outside the house is a little unexpected.

The villagers who were sweeping the ground were gone, replaced by a group of men dressed in uniform and armed with firearms.

"Do you have anyone named Vasily Ilyich Ivanovich here?" One of them walked up to Joel.

Joel could feel Ivanovic's body beside him suddenly stiffen.