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One thousand seven hundred and twenty-one, look at people low

"Teacher Song, you don't have to be polite to me. Really, just take it." Lin Xiaohua stuffed her wallet into Song Qingfeng's hand again.

Song Qingfeng shook his head helplessly and put his wallet in his pocket first, "Let's go to the gold shop first." He didn't want to push around with Lin Xiaohua on the street, and waited for him to return the wallet to Lin Xiaohua.

"Okay." Lin Xiaohua was very happy to see Song Qingfeng accept his wallet.

Song Qingfeng and Lin Xiaohua came to the Jinshang and were about to enter, but were stopped by the security guard at the door, "You can't go in."

"Why?" Song Qingfeng asked in confusion.

The security guard looked up and down at Song Qingfeng, smiled contemptuously and said, "We are a gold shop here. Why are you a beggar doing in? Could you still afford gold and silver jewelry?"

"Don't look down on others. Teacher Song is not a beggar." Lin Xiaohua took a step forward and stared at the security guard angrily. How could such a person be so angry that she was so angry.

Song Qingfeng smiled indifferently, looked at the security guard and said, "Have you been feeling uncomfortable in the stomach recently? You still have symptoms of colic in the lower abdomen?" He is a level 5 elixir and an immortal. You should know that the other party's physical condition is very simple.

"How do you know?" The security guard looked at Song Qingfeng in surprise. Could it be that he is a doctor?

"I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late." Song Qingfeng raised his lips and smiled, and walked into the golden shop.

Lin Xiaohua glared at the security guard and followed him into the gold shop. But she was really curious about how Teacher Song knew that the security guard was sick and could accurately tell the other party's illness.

The security guard stood there blankly. After a long time, he quickly ran into the store. He was going to ask the boss for leave. No matter whether the other party said it was true or false, he had to go to the hospital for a check-up. If it was really too late to go as the other party said, then he would regret it.

Song Qingfeng walked into the gold shop and went straight to the counter selling gold jewelry.

The two waiters inside just glanced at him and continued to chat. They knew that he could not afford gold jewelry when they looked at each other's clothes. They probably would have a problem with eating in this way. It would be overestimated that they dared to enter the gold shop.

Lin Xiaohua walked to Song Qingfeng and looked at the two waiters chatting inside, "Do you recycle gold here?"

"Recycled." One of the waiters walked up to Lin Xiaohua and Song Qingfeng, "We recycled it in grams here, and the recycling price per gram is 232 yuan." Although she looked down on this man, the woman's clothes were still very decent.

"Teacher Song." Lin Xiaohua turned to look at Song Qingfeng. I wonder how big Teacher Song's gold is? But she probably won't be too big, otherwise he wouldn't have lived such a down-and-out life.

Song Qingfeng smiled and nodded, and took out a piece of gold the size of a baby's fist from his pocket. It was originally a gold brick, but because he was afraid it was too conspicuous, he pinched the gold brick into gold nuggets.

Lin Xiaohua and the waiter were stunned when they saw the gold nuggets that Song Qingfeng took out. Such a large piece would cost at least one or two pounds.

The two turned their gaze to Song Qingfeng's pocket, how did he put such a large piece of gold in his pocket?

"Prepare for me to weigh it." Song Qingfeng put the gold on the counter.
Chapter completed!
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