All the way until he left the trading platform and returned to his small apartment on Blue Star.
Su Yi stared at the gold ingots in the box, their residual heat still present, and he was still dumbfounded.
Gold's melting point isn't particularly high among metals, but it still requires over a thousand degrees!
A normal person touching molten gold would probably have their bones burned to ash.
Directly hand-kneading molten gold, and without even breaking the skin, is that scientific? Is that reasonable? Is that...
"Screw it!"
Su Yi cursed inwardly for being nosy, and then his heart pounded as he looked at the ten gold ingots in front of him.
Each one weighed a full five kilograms, totaling fifty kilograms.
At the current gold price, this box of stuff is worth over twenty-seven million!
Even if he sold it through unconventional channels, he could still get at least twenty million.
The job problem that had been bothering him for a while was also solved... Wait, job?
With so much gold, why the hell would I still need a job?
"After this deal, I'll get my hands on the grain and fire that stupid boss and supervisor."
Su Yi already had a plan.
First, he would convert some of the gold into cash, and then use that money to buy the batch of grain that the factory couldn't use anyway, passing it from his left hand to his right.
Large-scale grain transactions are difficult without qualifications, but now the factory is in a hurry to get rid of this batch of grain, and he is the person in charge of this matter, so there is a lot of room for maneuver.
Fortunately, he had this relationship, otherwise, facing Weiwei's large demand for grain, Su Yi would not have dared to say that he could supply it.
But all of this depended on him turning the gold into cash first.
The state's supervision of gold transactions is relatively strict. Selling a little bit is fine, but selling a lot could land you in trouble.
"Damn it, I should have asked her to make the gold ingots smaller."
Looking at the large gold lumps, each weighing five kilograms, Su Yi couldn't help but scratch his head.
After thinking for a long time without coming up with a good solution, he had to go out and buy an angle grinder.
Not caring about whether some gold shavings would be lost during the cutting process, he picked up a gold ingot and started cutting.
He directly cut it into eight gold blocks weighing between 500 grams and 1000 grams.
The next step was how to deal with them.
Selling them directly to a gold shop is actually feasible.
If he spread it out a bit, selling a few kilograms shouldn't attract attention.
Just say it's ancestral, my ancestors were rich, right?
But to sell even more, going through regular channels like gold shops is definitely not possible.
"I wonder if Old Liu can take this."
Looking at a number on his phone, Su Yi hesitated whether to call and ask.
As a factory purchasing agent, he would naturally receive some "small gifts" from suppliers from time to time.
These small gifts may not be useful to him, but they are definitely valuable.
Su Yi usually chose to sell them.
Most of the time, the items would go to this Old Liu.
As far as he knew, Old Liu's business was quite large. His occasional bottles of wine or some tea could only be considered marginal customers to Old Liu.
Some large customers with luxury goods, cars, and even antiques worth hundreds of thousands or millions would look for him to sell.
Of course, Old Liu was not some underground black force boss. Su Yi couldn't get in touch with those kinds of people.
He was an intermediary who specialized in this kind of business, with other people behind him.
Although intermediaries are often criticized for being too greedy, they can often save outsiders a lot of trouble.
"Ask first."
Su Yi directly called. The phone was quickly answered. After a brief greeting, he went straight to the point:
"Old Liu, I have some gold on hand. I don't know if you guys take it."
"Gold?" Old Liu on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting a small factory purchasing manager like Su Yi to have such good things, but he quickly said:
"Where did it come from?"
"Ancestral."
"Got it!" Old Liu chuckled:
"Don't worry, Little Su, gold is hard currency. I can handle however much you have, brother."
"Three kilograms," Su Yi reported a number he had thought about for a long time.
"Hiss, Little Su, you've made a fortune! Three kilograms... I can take it, but the price will definitely be slightly lower than the market price of gold. See if you can accept it."
Old Liu was not too surprised to hear this.
Normally, for a few hundred grams or even a thousand grams of gold, you could just go through the regular gold shop process, so why would you need his connections?
The two carefully discussed it again, and finally agreed to meet in a high-end business club in the center of Jiang City in an hour.
This kind of place has enough confidentiality, and it is located in the downtown area, so there is no fear of special circumstances.
Of course, the most important thing is that three kilograms of gold is not a small amount, but it is not a large amount either.
Even at the market price of gold, it would only be a little over 1.6 million Kyushu coins.
Old Liu and his colleagues are in a business with high profits, and reputation is more important than petty profits, so they wouldn't ruin their reputation for this hundred thousand.
After hanging up the phone, Su Yi began to calculate.
Old Liu gave him a price of about 450 Kyushu coins per gram of gold. Of course, this was a preliminary estimate. Professional people would test the purity of the gold, and the specific price would depend on the purity.
According to the price of 450 per gram, Su Yi would get 1.35 million for selling three kilograms of gold to Old Liu.
If all of the first batch of 500 tons of grain promised to Weiwei was rice, the factory's batch of 500 tons of old rice would cost less than two yuan per kilogram, and it could be done for less than one million.
The remaining 300,000 could be used to purchase some fruits, vegetables, and frozen meat, which would definitely be enough to make up ten tons.
Selling this batch of gold was enough for him to complete the first transaction.
Immediately, he picked out three pieces of gold from the pile of cut gold blocks, weighing about 3.4 kilograms, and put them in his backpack before going out.
The rest were all put into his personal space.
...
At around seven o'clock in the evening, Su Yi arrived at the business club where they had agreed to meet and found Old Liu in a very hidden private room.
Involving a transaction of millions, Old Liu, as an intermediary, naturally couldn't make the decision. At this time, there were already four or five people Su Yi didn't know waiting in the private room.
There were also some tools placed around.
The transaction process was simpler than Su Yi had expected.
He took out the gold, and the people on Old Liu's side used professional equipment to check it and reported a price of 470 per gram, which was higher than previously estimated.
A total of 3439.257 grams of gold, totaling 1616450.79.
Old Liu took the initiative to round it up to 1.62 million and paid the money on the spot. The account for the payment was a foreign trade company, and the note was a virtual asset transfer fee. The tax issues would be resolved there, and the money Su Yi received was clean after-tax personal income.
He carefully checked the process and confirmed that there were no problems. This transaction was considered a success.
Throughout the entire process, the other party did not ask where the gold came from, and no one said a word except for Old Liu chatting with Su Yi for a few words.
This is what you call professional!
After politely declining Old Liu's invitation to dinner, he was politely sent out.
"As I guessed before, people who do this kind of work wouldn't resort to black eat black tricks for a hundred thousand."
Looking at the extra million in his card, Su Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
He felt that the world was wide open.
Then he looked around, preparing to find a place to have dinner.
But just then, a phone call suddenly came in.
It was the factory owner's brother-in-law, Su Yi's newly promoted stupid boss, Liu Sheng.
Calling at this hour, you don't have to think about it to know that this guy is going to ask about the grain.
If it were a few hours ago, answering or not answering the phone would have been a bit difficult for Su Yi.
If he didn't answer, he was afraid of losing his job.
If he answered, he would probably be scolded, directly becoming someone's punching bag.
But now the situation is a little different.
Su Yi sneered and directly chose to answer:
"Hello? Who is this?"
"I'm Liu Sheng, about that batch of grain..."
"Oh, it's Little Liu. It's a bit noisy here, I'll hang up first. Wait a while, I'll call you when I'm free."
"???"