Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1370 - 1196: The Dark-Skinned Man (Part 2)

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Previously on Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System...
The fat man offered the swarthy man two thousand silver for his house, a generous offer that moved the swarthy man to tears. He agreed to the sale, despite the fat man's assurance that he would bear any future losses. The fat man produced a standardized sales contract, which he read aloud to the illiterate swarthy man.

Although the agreement was only signed by the two of them for now, once they signed and stamped it, it could be recognized as evidence both in the Imperial Court and the main hall.

By that time, no one could go back on their word.

Having listened to it carefully word by word, the dark-skinned man naturally did not notice any issues and thus readily pressed his palm print onto the document. Seeing the document with the palm print, the fat man nodded with satisfaction.

Then he looked at the dark-skinned man and said:

"Very well, now our transaction is complete. What do you want, gold or silver?"

Upon hearing this, the dark-skinned man immediately became excited, thinking that soon he would have two thousand taels of real silver. The excitement was overwhelming, and he said to the fat man opposite:

"Silver, I want silver."

After all, they were just impoverished people. If they had large quantities of gold, it would surely attract a lot of attention.

By that time, whether this money could be kept was uncertain, even if they had more family members than that young lad before, it wouldn’t help. In this era, they couldn’t match those robbers.

Especially if he really spent the gold, it wouldn’t be just the robbers watching; even the Government would keep an eye on them.

After all, how could these people have gold?

They probably weren’t destined to encounter gold in their lifetimes, having farmed their whole lives without getting even a trace of gold, or perhaps they had never even seen it, which was normal.

If people like them dressed in rags were to spend gold, it would certainly draw significant attention, and it might result in a misunderstanding that lands them in jail.

Just then, upon hearing this fellow’s request, the fat man unhesitatingly dragged a large wooden box from under a small cabinet nearby. When the box was opened, it was filled with gleaming silver, quite a sum.

The fat man generously began moving silver from the box, one ingot, two ingots, three ingots, four ingots.

Soon, ten-tael ingots of silver covered the ground.

It’s important to know that ten taels equal one ingot, one hundred taels equal ten ingots, and one thousand taels equal one hundred ingots. Thus, two thousand taels equal two hundred ingots.

This two hundred ingots amount to quite a sum, laid out on the ground it was quite a spectacle.

Without exaggeration, even the fat man couldn’t help but feel a bit stirred upon seeing this scene.

Such a direct visual impact was powerful, even the fat man felt that way, not to mention the dark-skinned man.

He had been shocked long ago; he couldn’t take in all the silver on the ground. He even wondered if he was dreaming, if not dreaming, at least he was fortunate to see so much silver, all gleaming white silver, exceptionally tempting, even tempting him to take a bite.

The next moment, the fat man’s words made him even more excited, he said with a smiling tone:

"Alright, take a look at this silver, if there’s no issue, gather them up. Here are two thousand taels of silver, you should count them yourself first."

Seeing was one thing, but hearing that the silver was about to belong to him made the dark-skinned man.

His hands tremble with excitement. He walked over, picked up an ingot of silver, and the heavy sensation in his hands stunned him; he had never experienced such a feeling.

Although it’s just ten taels, for these people, let alone ten taels, even a single tael was unimaginable. They had always had their faces to the ground and backs to the sky, where was the opportunity to rest?

Moreover, their hard work only barely maintained the family’s livelihood. So, how could they have silver at home?

Let alone silver, even coins were few.

As for identifying the authenticity of the silver, at that moment he had no way to determine; he had never seen such a thing, how could he discern it?

But he quickly thought of a legend he had heard in stories, that silver could show bite marks if bitten, so he unceremoniously brought the silver to his mouth and bit into it.

This almost made him lose his teeth, after all, even if silver is softer, it’s still metal, and metal can’t be resisted by teeth.

Due to this, he immediately teared up in pain and quickly glanced at the silver he held, thinking that something so hard might not be silver, maybe the fat man was just a schemer trying to fool him with fake silver?

Feeling angry at this thought, he was about to continue thinking when...

His gaze fell on the silver, and there on the spot he had bitten, a row of deep bite marks appeared, stopping him cold as he never expected it to be true.

Bite marks emerged, judging by the depth of the marks, it was certainly excellent silver.

As for assessing the silver’s weight, this was impossible to confirm; but the silver had markings indicating ten taels, which should not be wrong.

With this, he started to bite each piece of silver until he had bitten all the silver belonging to him on the ground, only then nodding in satisfaction.

It seems all the silver was fine; but the next moment, he found himself in a dilemma because there was so much silver, moving it all by himself wasn’t easy.

Realizing his predicament, the fat man said:

"If you’re worried, I can arrange to have all this silver delivered to a location of your choosing."

This was something he had learned from a previous deal, where someone had him move all the silver to their new residence, which seemed similar to this situation.

After all, these people had a deep wariness towards silver.

Hearing this, the dark-skinned man looked excited, thinking that carrying so much silver would surely be noticed, putting him at risk.

"Indeed, as you said, carrying it is dangerous.

If possible, could you help me move it?

If it’s convenient, could you keep it here first, save it for me, and once I’ve sorted out the new place, I’ll come to collect the silver."

He had already sold this place, so besides here, the place they lived in now didn’t belong to them either.

So their most important task was to first find a sturdy house.

Not seeking luxury, just a place that blocks the wind and snow.

By then, with a house and money, wouldn’t he have whatever he desires?

[To be continued...]