Qing Chen had never seen more than eight thousand dollars in his life, and he didn't opt for a bank transfer but insisted that the other party bring cash.
The old man in the gold shop counted the money and muttered, "Such a young age yet so cautious, but it's right to be careful in your line of work. Next time you come by with more gains, I'll give you an extra 5 yuan per gram if it's a large amount—I'll take whatever you've got."
The old man seemed to think Qing Chen was a thief, but Qing Chen didn't argue.
As he handed the money over to Qing Chen, he watched him manually verify each bill under the light, checking for watermarks, security threads, intaglio prints, and latent images—and he didn't miss a single detail.
In the end, Qing Chen pulled out two notes: "This 50 and 20, please exchange them."
The old man's teeth hurt a little: "People in your business usually just take the money and leave, not many are as meticulous as you."
