America: Starting with Daily Intelligence
Chapter 209 - 147 Selling Gold_2

Chapter 209: Chapter 147 Selling Gold_2

This old gambler really doesn’t speak a word of truth, it’s true that no ivory comes out of a dog’s mouth.

Old George also took a moment to smile at Allen Zhang, asking, "Guest, is your item ready? Please wait a moment, I’ll be right with this customer to settle the transaction."

Allen Zhang nodded, indicating he was not in a hurry.

The old man pondered for a long time and finally accepted the price, taking a deep breath, "Alright! The guitar for 50,000 US dollars, the mirror for a hundred dollars. I want cash!"

"Ok, a pleasure doing business." Old George, struggling to stifle his laughter, reached out to shake hands with the other party.

He turned to go inside to fetch the money, wrote out a receipt for the other party.

Took it out and counted it with a money detector.

"50,100 US dollars."

The old man was a bit downcast and lonely, a lifetime’s effort turns out to be worth only tens of thousands of dollars, who could stand it? But seeing a stack of US dollars and holding them in hand, he felt somewhat consoled, picked up the box without saying goodbye, and left.

"This man really has no manners." After the guest left, Old George made a rare complaint. Then he took out that Paul guitar, obviously infatuated, and played a cheerful song.

"I hadn’t realized, you can actually play the guitar?" Allen Zhang expressed his surprise.

"Buddy, I’m from Texas, my father fought in WWII, my grandfather started as a cowboy, and through his own efforts, he became a ranch owner. How could a cowboy’s descendant not play the guitar?"

Old George laughed, put down the guitar, "The only pity is, by the time it was my grandfather’s day, slavery had already been abolished."

What are you regretting?

That’s racial discrimination!

But considering how you have frequently beaten Black in the Zero-Dollar Purchase, I acknowledge your spirit and will.

"You must have made a good profit again, right?" Allen Zhang looked at the mirror and guitar, estimating their value, "At least 30,000 US dollars?"

"Not that much." Old George shook his head, "I just happen to know a few musicians, they also like Paul’s guitar, and are spending big money to find collectibles. If they are willing to buy this guitar, I might only make fifty to sixty thousand dollars."

"..."

You damn well aren’t human.

But there’s no way around it, that’s business. Without channels and connections, you can hold onto your items until they rot, but nobody will buy them. What’s rare isn’t the item, it’s the marketplace.

Allen Zhang didn’t want to continue discussing profits with him, since the other party couldn’t make too much money on his end, he took out the gold cake and put it on the table.

"Check it out. This is 99.5% pure gold, weighing 709 grams, today’s market price is at 74 US dollars per gram."

Old George immediately took out his equipment, cut open the gold cake; it was rare for him to see anyone sell gold here, more often it was stuff like gold coins.

He tested the purity, and the actual gold purity had reached 99.6%.

That’s already quite high, a purity above 99% is considered pure gold; except for the use of materials in the military industry which has higher requirements, for making things like jewelry, the actual price doesn’t get affected.

Most gold diggers get nugget gold with gold content between 83%-96%, barely qualifying after refining, and the weight is reduced as well. This kind of pure pure gold cake is sellable in the market without thinking twice.

"I can give you a price of 52,000 US dollars." After all, it’s gold, and you’re a regular customer, even if Old George wanted to cut the price, he couldn’t cut much.

The gold necklace that Allen Zhang brought last time was bought by someone else at a higher price; he didn’t make a dime, even a small ant is meat!

Hundreds of dollars in profit there.

"Gold is still on the rise, you buy it at the market price today, tomorrow you can just sit and make an extra one thousand dollars!" Allen Zhang tempted Old George to buy it at a high price, "52,466 US dollars, you can’t go wrong with the purchase, and also, didn’t I bring you that battlefield motorcycle?"

"Where’s the bike?" Old George suddenly got interested, but didn’t easily give in, "52,000 US dollars, can’t go any higher! I’m also under pressure to take this gold cake, if we weren’t regular collaborators, there’s no way I could give you this price."

"Alright then, 52,000 US dollars." Allen Zhang saw that the price couldn’t be pushed any higher, so he gave up continuing to argue and went outside with Old George, helping to unload the US military motorcycle.

"Look at this big guy! I just love this kind of cool, rugged antique!" Old George laughed. It even had the army unit number sprayed on it; the side seat of the three-wheeled bike could directly mount an MG34 or MG42 machine gun.

This was also a US standard replica bike based on the Soviet Union’s copy of the German BMW R75.

The Soviet Union copied the German research vehicle and slapped a United States label on it. It sounds like it’s got quite the history.

War industry from WWII, never out of date. So many classics were researched and manufactured from that time.

Modern shooting motorcycles might be stronger in terms of functionality and utility, but they’re just civilian lambs; real men should play with military-grade products!

He found a key from the side door of the vehicle and tried to start it, but found there was no fuel inside.

Old George immediately brought a can with a military logo on it and added fuel.

With a twist of the throttle, the motorcycle hummed and roared to life as expected, spewing two plumes of smoke.

"Hahaha! Perfect!!" Hearing the roar, Old George felt goosebumps.

"Can I take it for a couple laps?" Old George couldn’t get enough of the blue sky and white clouds insignia.