Chapter 5 Gold Ingot

Song Ci turned to look at the pillow. The little guy was sleeping in a free and unrestrained posture. He was sleeping on the bed sideways, holding his own little pillow in his arms. One foot was arched and one foot was over the shoulder. His little face was flushed and he was sleeping soundly.

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Song Ci gently took off the pillow from her arms, put it under her head, and repositioned her restless little feet. However, the little one probably found this position uncomfortable, so she turned over and turned sideways on Song Ci's side.

In her arms, her body curled up like a cute little bean.

Song Ci stroked the little guy's messy hair with full of pity. The little guy clucked his lips and didn't know what delicious food he dreamed about in his dream.

Song Ci helped her cover her belly and gently got out of bed.

The little guy sometimes sleeps with him, but more often than not he sleeps with grandma.

Song Ci got out of bed without turning on the light, went straight to the bathroom, and picked up the jar again from under the sink.

Glancing inside, he saw that Jin Yuanbao was sitting quietly at the bottom of the jar. As for the light group he was expecting, there was naturally no one.

It seems that the guess of automatically generating light clusters is wrong. Of course, we can't draw a direct conclusion yet. After all, it has not even been twelve hours since the afternoon, so maybe there is insufficient time.

Song Ci carefully looked at the jar in front of him again. He also read online novels on weekdays, especially when he was driving an online ride-hailing service. He often liked to listen to audio novels, so he was no stranger to Goldfinger's routines.

, guessing in his heart that this might be his golden finger.

Of course, all situations are based on conventional inferences, and some small accidents will overturn all his inferences.

But today's inference is not wrong. Although he is not wearing a suit, he has neat hair and clean clothes. He is carrying a briefcase and does not look like someone working in a workshop.

After confirming that he picked up the wrong person, Song Ci started the car directly.

When Song Ci heard this, he also looked at the sky. The sky was gloomy and there was no sunlight. It looked like it was really going to rain today.

Zhao Caixia talked a lot, full of love for the little one.

Because ordinary people like him, there are not even one billion but eighty million in Daxia. If there is really a powerful person who takes a fancy to him and uses him, then it is his opportunity and he has the value of use. To put it bluntly, he can be used.

, that is also his honor.

As soon as Song Ci sent the guests to their destination, it started to rain heavily.

"That's good, let her sleep a little longer. I took her to the park for a day yesterday and walked a lot by myself..."

However, he was not going to deliver food in the morning, but was going to Didi, so he had to get up earlier to deliver food.

"Mom, I'm going out."

However, the purity of ancient gold was not high, and it was unlikely to be pure gold.

The age should be under 40 years old, with men more likely.

"oh."

I guess the reason why the junior leader is willing to spend more than 40 yuan to take a taxi is that his income is not low. The reason why his position is not high is because if he were a senior leader, who would get up so early and go to the factory? Even if he did, he would probably drive by himself.

However, he is satisfied with that ingot of gold and ingot, and one cannot be too greedy.

The fastest and closest way from West City to East City is to walk from the city center. It is not the peak period yet and the road is still smooth, so he must seize the time and pass through the potentially congested road sections as soon as possible.

When Song Ci drove the car out of the community, his genius was bright. However, as soon as he opened the software, he received the first order. Usually at this time, the distance was relatively far, so he got up early.

Every time he reads a book and sees the protagonist in the book getting a golden finger, he becomes suspicious and makes him want to laugh.

I found an electronic scale from the kitchen, put the gold ingot on it and weighed it, it was about 310 grams.

But by the time Song Ci got up, Zhao Caixia had not only gotten up, but had even made breakfast.

Song Ci couldn't help but feel a little excited. Although the function of the jar is still unclear, there has never been a useless gold finger in this world. Only people are useless. Gold fingers are just the icing on the cake, rather than becoming a waste that relies on gold fingers.

"Mom, wake her up at eight o'clock, don't let her sleep for too long." Song Ci said helplessly.

"Is Nuannuan awake?" When Zhao Caixia saw Song Ci come out, the first thing she asked was her granddaughter.

Zhao Caixia responded casually, and when she heard the closing of the door, she walked out of the kitchen. She stared blankly at the closed door, finally sighed and went back to the kitchen.

Of course, this is not absolute, just a guess from Song Ci.

Most of the employees in the machinery factory are men, and some may be small leaders, but their positions are not high.

The current price of gold should be around 370 yuan per gram. Because it is not pure enough, based on 300 yuan per gram, this gold ingot should be worth around 100,000 yuan.

After thinking for a while, he put the gold ingot back into the jar, put the jar back again, and then returned to the room.

It is said that there are ten taels of gold on the base of the ingot, and if calculated based on one to two fifty grams, this brand new ingot, if fully scaled, should weigh about five hundred grams.

"It won't be raining, will it?"

"No, I sleep like a pig." Song Ci said.

This order is no exception, it basically spans the entire Jiangzhou City.

Song Ci picked her up and rearranged her, then lay down next to her, holding her in his arms to prevent her from moving, and soon he himself fell asleep.

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Morning is the peak time for taking taxis and ordering takeaways, so naturally Song Ci can't sleep in late.

So accept it calmly and accept it happily. Only when you have strengthened yourself can you talk about other things.

In just a moment, the little guy changed his position again, and turned around in a circle on the bed. The pillow was not under his head, but under his buttocks. When he fell asleep, he still had his legs crossed, and his chubby little

The legs are short and the posture is a bit awkward.

As for the origin of Goldfinger, he didn't care at all whether there was any conspiracy or whether there was a big boss behind it to manipulate, use and harm him.

Therefore, the weight of this gold ingot is about 310 grams, and there is nothing wrong with it at all.

Song Ci shouted towards the kitchen, where Zhao Caixia was busy working.

The reason why it is guessed that men are more likely is because the destination of the other party is a machinery factory in Dongcheng.

So he was not at all curious about the origin of the jar. He now wanted to find out its specific uses and what it could bring him.

After the jar was cleaned, it was indeed made of jade as Song Ci thought, but there were many impurities in it, and some places even turned white like stone, so it looked like it was not worth much.

"Don't worry, you don't have to worry about these things. After breakfast, go and do your work." Zhao Caixia waved her hand impatiently.

The reason Song Ci guessed this is because people over forty have different consumption concepts. The fare is close to more than forty yuan. Generally, most of the older people will choose the bus or subway, and rarely take a taxi.

After breakfast, Song Ci found a canvas bag to carry the jar with him. It was only the size of an incense burner and didn't take up much space.

The guest sitting in the passenger seat looked up at the sky outside the window, murmured, and then lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.

And even if you know you are being used, what can you do? Can you resist?

Before anyone received the order, Song Ci had already given the customer a rough picture in his mind.

"Do you think you are a sleeping man?"

However, it is obvious that this is not calculated based on today's weight, but based on the ancient Sima Jin. Sixteen taels is one catty, and one catty is five hundred grams.

In fact, Song Ci doesn't really like to send such customers. Although he earns more after a trip, he basically has nothing to do when he comes back and receives very few orders because there are few residents in the area of ​​the machinery factory and not many people go to the city center early in the morning.

I reopened the order-taking software, and sure enough there was no sound. I took out the tightly wrapped jar and took a look inside. Except for the gold ingot, it was still empty and there was nothing inside.

Song Ci was not disappointed. If by the afternoon there was still only one gold ingot in the jar, he would find a gold shop to sell it out.

After putting things away, Song Ci started the car again. This area was mostly factories, and even if there were residents, most of them were elderly people. It was raining so heavily this early in the morning, and few people went out.

However, there are exceptions. For example, right now, Song Ci saw an old man holding a plastic bag in one hand and a thermos bucket in the other, standing shivering under the station sign.
Chapter completed!