The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 351: Rich Lady Baoer, 5 Oceans

Chapter 351: Rich Lady Baoer, Five Hundred Dollars

Rich and noble pawnshop.

Zhang Wuling rushed in with a group of people, scaring the shopkeeper and the waiters inside so much that they almost thought someone was going to cause trouble.

"Everyone, what are you going to do..."

"Pawn things!"

Zhang Wuling sat down on the chair with his horse and sword, while Zhang Chulan and the others stood aside like a group of followers.

The pawnshop owner has sharp eyes. He is good at seeing things, but even better at seeing people.

Zhang Wuling and his group were all handsome and good-looking. Among them was a foreigner, and each of them had an extraordinary temperament. They were definitely not those hooligans on the street.

After a quick glance, the pawnshop owner immediately turned to the clerk and said, "Why don't you go get some more chairs for us gentlemen to sit on? And bring us some tea, good tea!"

"Yes, yes." The guy went to prepare it immediately.

The shopkeeper approached Zhang Wuling with a smile and asked, "I wonder what this gentleman would like to pawn. Don't worry, our pawnshop always offers fair prices and never cheats anyone!"

Zhang Wuling nodded as if he was very satisfied, reached into his clothes, and then slapped a pistol on the table.

"Look, how much is this thing worth?"

thump!

The shopkeeper suddenly knelt down, his whole body trembling, and his head banged on the ground.

"Master, gentlemen, I'm just a businessman! I've always walked on thin ice and have always been kind to everyone. If I've offended you in any way, please forgive me. I have seven wives and thirteen children to feed at home. I really..."

"stop!"

Zhang Wuling stopped the pawnshop owner from talking nonstop and said sincerely, "Don't be afraid. I'm not trying to scare you. I'm really here to pawn my things."

"Really...really?" The pawnshop owner felt a chill on his forehead as he looked at the pistol.

"Of course, we have no grudges against each other, why would I scare you?"

Seeing that Zhang Wuling did not seem to be lying, the shopkeeper stood up from the ground trembling.

He has been running a pawnshop for many years, but this is the first time someone has come to him to pawn a gun.

The waiter brought out a chair, served tea, and then stood aside.

The pawnshop owner picked up the gun on the table. It felt heavy and had a very textured feel.

Even if you are not an arms dealer, the shape and feel of this gun will tell you that it is not an ordinary gun.

The pawnshop owner asked cautiously, "Sir, is this gun of yours a Western product?"

Zhang Wuling wanted to say no, but then he thought that at this time, anything with the word "yang" in it would be valuable, and the Pacific Ocean is also "yang", so it's all the same.

"Ahem, yes, the shopkeeper has good taste, so how much is this gun worth?"

"Well..." The pawnshop owner hesitated for a moment, "By the way, what should I call you?"

"My surname is Zhang."

"Master Zhang!" the pawnshop owner called out, then whispered, "Let me be frank with you. If you really want to sell this thing, it's best to go to some club, a foreign hotel, or even a bank. If it's with me, it's hard for me to buy it, and you won't get a high price for it."

After hearing this, Zhang Wuling asked curiously, "Hotel bank? They still accept this?"

The pawnshop owner smiled and said, "They definitely won't want ordinary stuff, but for the gun in your hand, I guarantee that if you go to some high-end places, there will definitely be a buyer."

"Although I don't know much about guns, I do have a good eye. The gun in your hand is better than any I've seen in the hands of foreigners. Much better."

"When you get there, just show your stuff and tell them you want to sell it. I can't say how much, but a few hundred dollars shouldn't be a problem. And if you still have some stock, you might be able to hook up with some big buyers."

After listening to this, Zhang Wuling was thoughtful. The method provided by the other party was indeed a way to make a lot of money.

Although these people don't use guns very often, they all have some ammunition in their mouth bags. Although there is not much, it is not a problem to make a lot of money if they sell a batch.

But, I always feel something is wrong. Is it okay for him to become an arms dealer shortly after traveling through time to the Republic of China?

What's more, why do they need so much money? They are not going to settle here for a long time, so just having enough money to spend will be enough.

But besides the gun, his sac was filled with food and clothing, and these things wouldn't be easy to pawn...

Zhang Wuling turned to look at Wang Ye and the others and asked, "Well, does anyone of you have anything valuable on you?"

Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing and the others all shook their heads.

The contents of their devouring sacs were similar, filled with food, clothes, chargers and other things. They seemed to be either worthless or difficult to take out.

"I have a big pot!"

At this moment, classmate Feng Baobao raised her hand.

Zhang Wuling's eyes lit up and he asked, "Sister, you have something valuable on you. Can you pawn it?"

Feng Baobao nodded: "Yes, yes, I brought all my belongings with me."

As she spoke, Feng Baobao pretended to rummage through her clothes, and then took out several large gold chains, several rings inlaid with gems, and even three or four bronze utensils.

Not only the pawnshop owner, but also Zhang Wuling and Wang Ye were stunned by this scene.

Feng Baobao placed the things on the table and asked, "Big pot, are these enough?"

"Enough...enough."

Zhang Wuling coughed twice and looked at the pawnshop owner. "If you don't want the gun, then these things should be fine."

The pawnshop owner wanted to playfully lower the price, but when he remembered that there were guns on the other side, he thought it would be better to be honest. So he smiled flatteringly and said, "Yes, yes, of course I can take these things. Mr. Zhang, please wait a moment. I will give you an estimate."

"Please help yourself."

The pawnshop owner picked up the items one by one and examined them at a fairly fast pace. For items like gold chains, he mainly checked to see if they were genuine, and then weighed them.

After fiddling with them for a while, the pawnshop owner finally said, "Master Zhang, I'll offer you five hundred dollars for these things. What do you think?"

Five hundred dollars?

Zhang Wuling thought about it. He was not sure how much five hundred dollars was equal to in reality, but at that time in the Republic of China, five hundred dollars was definitely not a small amount.

"Okay, it's settled." Zhang Wuling agreed.

The pawnshop owner immediately beamed with joy and said, "Okay, Mr. Zhang, wait a moment. I'll go get the money."

"Well, let's go."

In fact, normally, the pawnshop will not give such a high price and will significantly lower the price.

But who made Zhang Wuling have the truth in his hands? Moreover, in the eyes of the pawnshop owner, this group of people must be of extraordinary status. Leaving a good impression on them is sometimes more important than a single transaction.

If it were an ordinary person or a vagrant, the pawnshop would be considered kind if they didn't lower the price to a breaking point.

About ten minutes later, the pawnshop owner came with a tray with silver dollars wrapped in red paper on it.

"Master Zhang, this is your money, please count it."

Zhang Wuling opened one, took out a silver dollar, examined it, blew into it like he saw in movies and TV shows, and then put it to his ear to listen.

Hey, you know what, there really is a sound!