Chapter 25: Rounding to Zero3
Zhao Hai always had some worries in his heart, put the gold nugget on the electronic weighing scale, glanced at it, and handed it to Liu Qing after a while, rubbing his palm vigorously.
"Little brother, I am a businessman, I can't trade at a loss, if you are sure to sell to me, I can only sell it to me at 65% of the market price, the weight of this piece of gold is 278.96 grams, a total of 58,023.68 yuan. ”
Liu Qing was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that such a small piece of gold would be worth so much money, and don't take out the rest, otherwise it will be a big trouble if things go out.
"Since that's the case, let's make a deal, I don't want a fraction, and give Gao Ercang as errand money," Liu Qing handed the gold nugget to Zhao Hai and said with a smile.
Gao Erpao looked at Liu Qing with a sad face, "You won't be so stingy, it's only 23 yuan for a fraction, and you can't even buy a plate of roast goose butts......!"
Zhao Hai ignored Gao Erpao, locked the gold nuggets in the safe, turned to Liu Qing and said, "Little brother, I don't have so much cash on hand, let's go to the bank." ”
Liu Qing took a pen and wrote a set of numbers, handed them to Zhao Hai, and provoked a trace of arc in his mouth, "Brother Zhao, this is the bank account number, you divide 50,000 yuan into the account number 12 times, once at the beginning of each month, and leave 8,000 odds for the second artillery, I believe in your personality." ”
Gao Erpao was dejected, and when he heard that there was a tip of 8,000 yuan, it was undoubtedly more real than winning the lottery, and his mind was full of fragrant roast goose butts, and he didn't notice that saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.
Zhao Haihai looked Liu Qing up and down, thinking that this kid really had the guts, a little interesting, "Are you sure you want to do this, aren't you afraid that I won't give ...... on the debt!"
Liu Qing smiled, and when he saw that his friend Gao Erpao was in the middle of the commotion, he turned around and walked out of Zhao Hai's shop, squeezing into the endless crowd.
Pingxian, Liu Qing's hometown where he has lived for 16 years, from childhood to adulthood, revolves around this ordinary small county town, never thought that he would have such an adventure, since he is leaving, he will take a good look, and portray the bits and pieces of memories in his mind, and when he is depressed, it will become a good memory.
Along the way, Liu Qing only bought an ancient communication item, paper and envelope, which had been forgotten by modern people and were no longer used, folded it carefully, and put it in his pocket.
After returning home, I did all the work that I could do at home, and only at this moment did I experience the difficulties of being a house, the most tiring thing is not to worry, but also so many trivial housework, Liu Qing thought to herself, it is really not easy for her mother to pull herself for so many years.
In the evening, Liu Qing grabbed the kitchen knife, personally cooked and made a scrambled egg, although it was salty, it was also made with heart, accompanied his mother to eat dinner quietly, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and sat in the house to watch TV.
As the saying goes, knowing the son Mo Ruo's mother, Liu's mother has already discovered something wrong from her son's abnormal behavior, but she has never mentioned it, after all, her son is older and has his own private space, and sooner or later he has to fly out.
This night passed for a long time, Liu Qing lay on the fire pit, couldn't sleep after turning over, through the frosty window, looking at the stars in the sky, his heart was very entangled, because in the face of parting, it would be a very painful thing for Liu Qing to leave home for the first time.
Before it was dark, there was a soft sound at the gate, and Mother Liu on the pit sighed, and a line of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
Since parting is tears, sadness, and pain, then the long pain is better than the short pain, Liu Qing glanced at the small courtyard where he had lived for sixteen years, and his figure disappeared at the mouth of the alley.