Me, tens of billions of land to farm

Chapter 14 Armed Protection

But think about it.

Did people stop talking?It is useless stuff piled up in the warehouse to collect dust.

As the president of a bank, he naturally saw a lot of local tyrants.

Every rich person has his own unique quirks.

Maybe the person in front of me likes farming.

"You are... the one who wants to sell commemorative bamboo shoots?!"

President Chen asked in surprise.

"If it's fake, let's take a look. Do you want to accept it?"

Su Ming smiled casually and walked to the back door of the car, and opened it directly.

President Chen was afraid that Su Ming would regret it, so he jumped up and said loudly, which shocked Su Ming.

You must know that a 4000g bamboo shoot is only 60 million.

But how did President Chen know?

While President Chen agreed, he wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and when he saw Su Ming entering the cab, closing his eyes and resting his mind, he secretly admired him.

Can yours?

Each bamboo shoot has its own unique number, just like a person's ID number, unique and irreplaceable.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited."

No way, I made a lot of money this time.

People don't care at all.

President Chen waved his hands hastily, shaking his head like a wave drum: "Enough, enough! Sure enough!"

There is no way, my field can bear gold, and I can plant it again when it is gone.

This is the arrogant rich man.

President Chen is insanely happy!

The most important thing is that the purity of this gold is extremely high, the carving is excellent, and it is extremely valuable for collection.

"How are you going to sell it?"

It is ridiculously expensive.

Depend on!
Golden!

"President Chen, should I accept it or not?"

Just throw the stall away and go to sleep in the cab.

There are hundreds of millions of gold in the back box of this car.

It can be said that this special number of golden bamboo shoots can fetch several million at auction.

There are not many such commemorative golden shoots issued, there are only 100 in the world.

Su Ming was stunned for a moment: "Sell it on grams, what's the matter? Your bank doesn't have enough money? Then I'll change it."

This is a tenfold increase in price.

Can't compare, can't compare.

Put it in the bank vault, that is a huge sum of money, and you can make a profit without losing it.

His meow is real!

President Chen, who knew he was losing his composure, rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

President Chen licked his shriveled lips, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and ran to the car door regardless of his appearance, and took a hard look inside the car door.

Su Ming didn't care about this at all.

To Su Ming, this is just farming.

50 commemorative golden shoots.

This is the state of the rich.

"Accept! Must accept!"

If it is really gold the size of a bamboo shoot, it must be at least a hundred catties.

Seeing President Chen crouching behind the car door and petrified for a long time, Su Ming couldn't help asking.

That's right, the kind that dig a hole, bury some soil, water some water, and apply some fertilizer.

It's so arrogant.

Especially the one with number 001.

President Chen hurriedly agreed.

"Good good!"

"It's easy to accept."

Su Ming glanced at the time: "I'll get in the car for a while and let me know when it's done."

I made a lot of money this time!
Not to mention anything else, just the bamboo shoot numbered 001, the collection value and artistic value far exceed the value of its gold itself.

"How to sell?"

And the one closest to President Chen was casually piled up in the corner by Su Ming. The bamboo shoots were inconspicuous, and the number on the label next to them was exactly 001.

"No no no!"

President Chen asked tentatively.

It is not big in size, after all, it is made of metal, and its density is extremely high. Although it is in the shape of a bamboo shoot, it is actually not that big.

Although there is no supervision by Su Ming, even if President Chen is killed, he would not dare to lose a single gram.

But Su Ming's car was parked on the side of the road, in broad daylight, so he couldn't count it in front of others, could he?
President Chen thought for a while and had no choice but to call.

Not long after, two black cars drove up in the distance, the doors were opened, and more than a dozen heavily armed bank security guards surrounded the place.

These are people who have been registered with the public security. Although they are hired by the bank, they are allowed to hold guns.

Coupled with a few patrolmen who came after hearing the news, the place was surrounded like an iron bucket.

(End of this chapter)