Gold had a melting point of only 1063.43°C, so naturally it could not withstand the intense heat of Chen Jue's Martial Dao Gang Qi.
As the saying went, "True gold fears no fire." Gold was extremely chemically stable, and even when melted, it hardly reacted with other substances.
Watching the pure gold Longevity Locks rapidly take shape in his hands without losing their elegance, Chen Jue thought that if he had possessed this skill before, he would never have needed to worry about unemployment or layoffs!
Those big brands casually charged labor fees that nearly amounted to half the price of the gold itself. If he had opened a gold shop with this skill back then and earned some crafting fees, he might not have become rich, but a comfortable life would at least have been no problem.
Cutting off the absurd thoughts in his head, Chen Jue carried his gifts into the inpatient room whose number Jiang Fan had sent him.
"Old Cat, where did you run off to just now?"
"How did you vanish in a flash?" Jiang Fan asked curiously, bringing the swaddled baby over for Chen Jue to see.
"I brought a little something. Don't turn it down!" Chen Jue smiled and handed over the red envelopes and Longevity Locks.
"Holy shit! Big spender!"
"Each of these must weigh over a hundred grams, right?" Jiang Fan's eyes widened at the sight. Gold prices rose every year now, and even ordinary people had some idea of the figures.
Chen Jue had cast both Longevity Locks by melting down 100-gram investment gold bars. Their material value alone exceeded 100,000 yuan.
But however good money was, it could not compare to the thought Chen Jue had put into them.
When they saw their children's names engraved on the