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One thousand seven hundred twenty-two, not simple

The waiter picked up the gold, walked to the side and praised it, turned his head and looked at Song Qingfeng with a smile, "Hello sir! This piece of gold weighs exactly one pound. Do you want to sell it to our gold shop?" If the other party is willing to sell it, she can also get a huge bonus.

"Yes." Song Qingfeng nodded.

"Then you wait! I'll call our boss." After the waiter said to Song Qingfeng, he walked towards the office with gold.

In the office, the owner of the gold shop was looking at the security guard in front of him with a puzzled look on his face, "Why did you suddenly think of going to the hospital for treatment?"

"Boss, a guest just said that I had a very serious illness, and it would be too late if I didn't go to the hospital for treatment." said the security guard.

"If the other party says it, you believe it. How old are you, you are so easy to cheat." The owner of the gold shop shook his head speechlessly.

"But what the other party said was exactly the same as mine. I have been feeling uncomfortable in the stomach these days." The security guard said. Otherwise, how could he believe the other party just say a few words.

"Oh?" The owner of the gold shop still doesn't believe it. Most people in today's society will get gastroenteritis due to irregular diets. Perhaps the other party is talking nonsense because of this, but since the security guard has already asked for leave, it is not good if he doesn't approve it.

Thinking of this, the owner of the gold shop nodded, "Then you go and have a look."

"Thank you, boss!" the security guard thanked with a smile.

"Knock!" A knock on the door sounded.

"Come in." The boss picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

The waiter walked into the office and handed the gold in his hand to the owner of the gold shop, "Boss! This piece of gold was taken by a customer outside, and he wanted to sell it to our gold shop."

"Has it been tested?" The owner of the gold shop took the gold and weighed the weight.

"It's been tested and it's full gold, exactly five hundred grams." The waiter nodded.

The owner of the gold shop nodded, "Then let's recycle it. You go and issue an invoice for the customer. I'll come over after I get the money."

"Okay." The waiter nodded, turned around and walked out of the office.

The security guard also followed the waiter out of the office, "Is this gold from the man in torn clothes?"

"Yes." The waiter nodded.

"It seems that the man is not a simple person. If I don't want to talk about it, I have to go to the hospital first." After the security guard said that, he hurried outside. He remembered now that although the man was dressed in a ragged manner, he had no odor on his body.

Logically speaking, if the other party was really a homeless man on such a hot day, it would be impossible for him to have no taste at all. Moreover, the other party still had such a big piece of gold, and such a big piece of gold would be worth at least tens of thousands. So he felt even more that the man was not a simple person.

The waiter looked at the security guard's back as he hurriedly left, shook his head in confusion, and turned around and walked towards the counter.

Walking into the counter, the waiter walked to Song Qingfeng and Lin Xiaohua, and smiled and said to Song Qingfeng: "Hello sir! I'll help you open the bill first, please wait a moment."

"Yes." Song Qingfeng nodded.
Chapter completed!
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