Having worked the black market for years, Old Nine naturally understood the situation. He'd originally thought gold was a good commodity, but considering the current market, it was genuinely less valuable than a bag of rice.
He decisively gritted his teeth. "Fine. It's all yours. Two thousand."
And so, right in front of Old Nine, the man pulled out a thick stack of large bills and began to count them.
Old Nine was dumbfounded. 'So much money… That must be at least three or four thousand!'
'This friend of Boss Xu's is seriously loaded.'
The man handed two thousand to Old Nine. Leng Yuan stepped forward, collected the items, and followed him out.
Old Nine immediately sent one of his men to follow them.
Leng Yuan noticed him almost immediately.
"We're being followed. Turn here and walk straight ahead. Don't look back. I'll go give him a little warning."
The man nodded, turned the corner, and walked away.
