Feng Jun was indeed short on funds. He still owed Yang Yuxin seven or eight hundred million.
He only had a little over three hundred million in cash on hand, yet money was needed everywhere.
He was about to buy five or six communication systems and around ten Merit Point management systems. All of that cost money.
So when he bought the Stone Lamp, he had no intention of paying cash. He would pay directly with gold—he could not keep sitting on hundreds of tons of gold forever.
Zhuang Haoyun was a businessman anyway. Once he got the gold, he would have no trouble finding ways to cash it out. Any risks involved would have nothing to do with Feng Jun.
Zhuang Haoyun froze upon hearing that. After a long while, he spoke in disbelief. "One ton... of gold?"
"Yes, one ton of gold." Feng Jun nodded. "It should be worth more than two hundred million. That's a fair price, isn't it?"
After all, Smith had only spent two hundred thousand buying the Stone Lamp from the vice president's nanny. Feng Jun had raised the price more than a thousandfold. It was not as though he lacked sincerity.
Yet Zhuang Haoyun was still somewhat dazed. "The price... is astonishing, but why gold?"
"It holds its value." Feng Jun answered casually. "I don't think something like the Stone Lamp can be measured in Xia Currency. But if I gave you Spirit Stones, you would probably face more than just kidnapping... I think gold is quite suitable."
Of course, Zhuang Haoyun knew that Spirit Stones were good things, but he knew even better that he had no ability to keep such treasures safe. Forget him—even Bai Chuanmu, a distinguished Mud national with Mai citizenship, had been killed just like that.
By comparison,