Came to the pawnshop once again.
As soon as Chen Yiyang entered, someone bumped into him hard.
Chen Yiyang didn't tolerate it, he directly grabbed the person. The person tried to resist, but was choked by Chen Yiyang.
"What's going on here?" The pawnshop manager rushed over with two security guards at this moment.
"He bumped into me." Chen Yiyang released his grip since the security guards arrived.
It was only then that Chen Yiyang got a clear look at the person.
A skinny middle-aged man, whose attire didn't quite match that of a poor man, but he looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for days.
"This is Mr. He." The manager hurried to introduce him to Chen Yiyang, "He's been in a hurry lately, so he might not have noticed you."
"Apologize." Chen Yiyang said, looking at the man.
But the man acted as if he hadn't heard Chen Yiyang, instead turning his gaze to the pawnshop manager, "I have a set of commercial properties on the Mainland, are you taking them?"
"Which place are they in?" the manager asked casually.
"In Jin City."
"The value of commercial properties fluctuates greatly, so we usually don't take properties from cities other than those near Macau. But we can introduce you to a Mainland pawnshop where you can cash out the properties."
"But I need the money to gamble now! I feel like my luck has arrived!" The man shouted excitedly.
The manager frowned at this and signaled to the security guards beside him.
Then two tall security guards went over and took the man aside to calm down.
"Sorry for the disturbance." After handling the situation, the manager led Chen Yiyang into the pawnshop's private room.
Inside, a fifty-something American was responsible for appraising what Chen Yiyang brought.
"No problem, it's a well-preserved Patek Philippe pocket watch case. Such items are already rare in the United States, didn't expect to see one here."
This American was quite talkative, but his Chinese was surprisingly fluent.
"How much can you offer?" Chen Yiyang asked.
"Eighty thousand US Dollars." The other party quoted a price.
Chen Yiyang was satisfied with this price and nodded in agreement.
After he signed the contract with Silver City Pawnshop, the American whispered to him, "If you're willing to make a trip to the United States, this pocket watch case could sell for about a hundred thousand US Dollars."
"Unfortunately, I'm not familiar with that side." Watching the American, Chen Yiyang suddenly grew interested.
So he asked, "Your Chinese is so good, what did you do before, did you live on the Mainland for a long time?"
"Actually, I've never been to the Mainland," the American said, "I used to be an apprentice at a pawnshop in Chinatown, so my Chinese is good."
"Then let's exchange contact information, in case I need to contact you directly in the future."
"Sure."
The two exchanged emails and phone numbers for future contact.
"Do you need us to convert the US Dollars into RMB for you?" the manager of the pawnshop asked Chen Yiyang after processing the contract.
"No need, just deposit the US Dollars directly into my card." Chen Yiyang provided the account number from Li Qiao Bank, capable of receiving US Dollars.
Once the pawnshop transferred the money, Chen Yiyang visited a bank to exchange some Macau Coin from his card into US Dollars, rounding it up to over 138,000 US Dollars.
Returning to the hotel, Chen Yiyang called Li Changliang.
It was still Li Changliang's son who answered the call on the other end.
"I've already sold your house. A million RMB converted to 138,000 US Dollars, all transferred to the account you previously gave me, please check."
"Hold on." The other side seemed surprised. They didn't expect Chen Yiyang to move so quickly.
After confirming the funds were received, they said to Chen Yiyang, "The money has been received. I thought you might have some trouble converting the money into US Dollars."
Because Mainland residents can exchange up to fifty thousand US Dollars per year per account.
So Li Changliang's son wasn't worried about Chen Yiyang selling the house, but rather about not being able to convert it to US Dollars and send it to him.
Unexpectedly, things went smoothly, with the transaction completed in just eight days.
"Let's collaborate again if there's a chance." Chen Yiyang said politely.
"Our family currently resides in Fusang. If you want to visit here in the future, feel free to contact me."
So they immigrated to Fusang? Chen Yiyang thought this family had moved to Europe or America and avoided trouble by not returning.
For Fusang, being close enough to estrange friends and have no relatives around is quite some ability.
After hanging up, Chen Yiyang checked out of the house and left Macau.
Although he wanted to enjoy himself in Macau for a few days.
But thinking about how the bank account still lacked the cold 4 billion, how could he stop striving?
So he hurried back to Hai Zhu before nightfall, booked a flight, and returned to Jin City overnight.
"It's a bit cold."
Exiting the airport, Chen Yiyang rubbed his hands.
The temperature was starting to drop.
Checked the time.
It was already one o'clock in the morning.
Today's secret intel had already been sent to his phone during the flight.
Today's intel: expired money isn't money? There's a box of shopping cards worth 200,000, but already expired, inside a trash bin in front of shop number 76 on Huifeng Street, Ning'an District, Jin City. Pick them up and it's an opportunity.
What on earth.
Why am I picking up garbage as soon as I return to Jin City?
My online name is "I'm Going to Pick Garbage," but I wasn't planning on actually doing it every day.
But for a twenty thousand yuan shopping card, it's worth the trip.
As for the fact that it's already expired,
Chen Yiyang checked online after hailing a cab.
Shopping cards that are recharged with an equivalent amount don't really expire.
For example, if you spend ten thousand in cash to buy a shopping card worth ten thousand, then that card simply holds ten thousand in cash value, and the merchant has no right to let it expire.
But if the card is a promotion where you get an additional thousand for recharging ten thousand, then, after expiration, at worst, the extra thousand can't be used, but the remaining ten thousand can still be used normally.
With that information, Chen Yiyang understood why today's information was named so.
It turns out someone received a twenty-thousand-yuan shopping card, and after forgetting it for a long time, they assumed it wasn't usable after expiration and threw it away.
"Do you have gloves for sale, sir? I'll buy a pair," Chen Yiyang asked the driver before getting out.
"No, what would I need those for?" the driver impatiently waved his hand.
Chen Yiyang had no choice but to get off the cab.
It was already one-thirty in the morning.
Chen Yiyang, wearing thin clothes, found the trash bin mentioned in the information.
Thankfully there wasn't much garbage inside. Chen Yiyang reached in, enduring the stench and sharp metal trash, and found the cardboard box from the information.
"Young man, why are you picking up cardboard boxes in the middle of the night?" a voice suddenly came from behind.
"If you're having trouble at home, come over to my place; I'll give you a meal. It's so cold out here at night."
"No need, thank you, sir," Chen Yiyang turned around to thank him.
"It's you, kid."
"Mr. Zhao."
"How did you end up like this?" Zhao Rongnian, an elderly man and old acquaintance of Chen Yiyang, looked at him in shock.
The first time he met the young man, he was heartbroken.
The second time, he had just bought a dog.
Now, the third time they met, he's reduced to picking up garbage.
Could it be that the dog has eaten him into poverty? Can a German Shepherd eat that much?
When Chen Yiyang realized the old man misunderstood, he quickly explained, "I had a fight with my girlfriend; she threw away something I gave her, so I'm here to retrieve it. Look, it's this." Chen Yiyang held up the cardboard box.
"You found a new girlfriend?"
"No, it's still the same one from last time."
"Oh, that girl's got a temper," Mr. Zhao smacked his lips and then said, "I mean, she made you rush over here in the middle of the night."
"Yes," Chen Yiyang nodded.
"How about this, give me her number, and I'll have a word with her. How can one behave like that?"
"No need, sir, thank you for your concern. She is quite nice most of the time."
Mr. Zhao was the enthusiastic old man who had helped Chen Yiyang buy Hans last time, so Chen Yiyang didn't want to tell him he was meddling and instead engaged him in conversation.
"It's so cold, how are you going home?"
"I'll take a cab."
"That's not right!" The old man got anxious and said, "She threw it away and now you spend money on a cab to fetch it? Call her and make her come pick you up. Otherwise, there's no point in keeping this girlfriend; you can just live happily with your dog."
"But," Chen Yiyang looked at Mr. Zhao's indignant face.
He considered just leaving, but didn't want to hurt the old man's feelings.
After all, in the old man's generation, this kind of advice was seen as being warm-hearted and serving the people.
But to young people nowadays, it just seemed like heavy-handed meddling.
Fine, I'll just indulge the old man for now.
Chen Yiyang took out his phone and called Chang Yuning.
"Are you crazy, calling me in the middle of the night?" Chang Yuning was the first to speak.
"My dearest and most beloved girlfriend, I've retrieved the item. Can you please come and pick me up so you won't be angry anymore?"
"Speak with more authority," the old man grumbled from the side.
"Okay, okay," Chen Yiyang could only oblige.
"Are you in some kind of trouble?" On the other end, Chang Yuning quickly pieced together the situation.
"I'm giving you the last chance to apologize to me. Come pick me up now, or we're breaking up!" Chen Yiyang ignored her question and, following the old man's cue, toughened his tone.
"Address." Chang Yuning, who worked at a fitness club, thought Chen Yiyang might be stuck somewhere needing rescue.
So she didn't ask further questions and directly asked for the address.
Over twenty minutes later,
both Chen Yiyang and the old man were freezing to the point their noses were running.
Chang Yuning drove up in her car.
"Get in," Chang Yuning lowered the car window, casting a peculiar glance at both Chen Yiyang and Mr. Zhao.