Reborn 1990 has different pupils

Chapter 37
"Sorry, I don't know." Yu Ling said not particularly sincerely: "I only know that the gold stocks are continuing to rise now, and the price is falling or something... Mr. Yang, are you sure you didn't cheat me because I was young?"

"If it wasn't for my urgent need for money, I would have waited for half a year. Believe it or not, even 75 would not have received a golden nude like me?"

Anyway, she is very confident in the golden nude that she has refined. It is not for nothing that she can learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, and she will not be afraid to travel all over the world.

Believe it, why not?

Because the current price of 75 is almost the same, but Mr. Yang is unwilling to admit the fact that he, who has experienced many battles, was crushed by a little girl who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old!
As soon as Yu Ling saw that he was still talking, she knew that he still wanted to lower the price, so she immediately wrapped the cloth in a cloth: "Since Mr. Yang is not sincere in doing business, then I won't bother you!"

If it wasn't for Xiao Song's behavior after yelling to catch the thief, she would definitely not choose to sell gold at their house. This street is full of valuables, and she doesn't have to sell gold at their house. Hanged in the store, right?
In the end, she can still go to the bank if it doesn't work, but the process may not be so smooth.

Now Mr. Yang completely stopped thinking about trying to get back the game: "Shut it up! It's not easy for a little girl like you to run around for these golden nudes. I'll take it as kindness, old man, and I'll take it all!"

Seeing that he didn't even say anything to the boss, Xiao Song directly decided that this was a business, and immediately took a deep breath: "Master!?"

"What are you shouting for? Go and get the scale!" Old Yang commanded him displeased:

Yu Ling put down her burden and watched him finish testing 540 grams of gold nudes bit by bit, saying...

"One thousand, 540 grams... 75 yuan per gram... That's a total of..." Mr. Yang took a small golden abacus and began to calculate the price with a thunderbolt shot;
"It's 11 yuan in total!" Yu Ling said slowly:
Elder Yang, who had already calculated the same price as her, almost threw his beloved little abacus on the ground!
Why is this little girl so unpopular?Or is it true for young people nowadays?

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yu Ling frowned: "Is my calculation wrong?"

"Yes!" Mr. Yang gritted his teeth: "The little girl is very good at mental arithmetic."

"Thank you." Just when Elder Yang thought she finally knew how to be humble, Yu Ling continued, "It's just a little bit better than you."

Mr. Yang had a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat and almost spat it out. He took a few quick breaths: "Go to the bank to transfer money to you?"

He can see that this little girl is not right with him, and her horoscope must be against his own. For the sake of his personal safety, it is better to complete the deal as soon as possible and send her away.

Well, in their line of work, superstition is always indispensable, and Mr. Yang is no exception.

Yu Ling nodded: "Okay."

She doesn't have a bank account, but she has the account page with her, and she plans to open a new bank card.

The huge sum of 10,000+ was finally transferred to Yu Ling's account before the bank got off work. Yu Ling's stomach protested when she was free, and she realized that she didn't eat lunch.

She took 300 yuan to take with her, and instead of going to eat honestly, she went back to the street of the flower and bird market, intending to order her grandpa's clothes today, but the door was closed.

(End of this chapter)