Because Feng Jun immediately wanted to sell three tons of gold, Nikola didn't dare to neglect and quickly drove to the address Feng Jun provided. Along the way, he was busy calling his friends to borrow money. Calculating today's market, if he only kept a 5% profit, he would still make nearly ten million in profit, so he started contacting friends he hadn't spoken to in years.
The vehicle quickly arrived at the entrance of the warehouse Feng Jun rented. Feng Jun got out of the car first and told Nikola to wait outside the warehouse. He went into the warehouse first to release the gold from his storage space.
Some of these gold items were collected by Feng Jun's subordinates from the wasteland, and more were acquired through grain transactions. For a period, to exchange for food, the scavengers of Longmen Town almost scoured every bank, shopping mall, and temple in the nearby streets where gold could be collected.
Because Shangqing City had several royal temples and temporary palaces, Feng Jun collected three tons of gold in a very short time. A small portion of these were gold bars and bricks, while the majority were various golden sacrificial items. Of course, the largest was a life-sized pure gold Buddha statue. After stacking these gold items in the warehouse, Feng Jun called Nikola inside.
When Nikola walked into the warehouse, he was stunned by the sight before him: a life-sized golden Buddha surrounded by various gold artifacts. Every piece here could be called a work of art; in comparison, the gold bars and bricks seemed much inferior.
Picking up a golden wine cup from the ground, this pure gold cup was exquisitely crafted, with traditional Chinese floral patterns carved on it. Peonies, Huawei, plum blossoms, and other unique Chinese characteristic patterns adorned it, gleaming brightly. And every gold artifact here was crafted with no less exquisite detail.
As a Sinophile, Nikola was immediately deeply attracted by these gold items full of Chinese elements and began to admire them one by one until Feng Jun coughed twice behind him, bringing him back to reality.
"Haha, I'm sorry, Mr. Feng Jun. Every item you brought can be called a work of art, making me linger. Um, are you sure you want to sell this gold? If sold at the value of an artwork, the price would probably be higher." In Nikola's mind, he understood Feng Jun less and less. These exquisite gold artworks were almost all beautifully made, and it was truly a pity to simply sell them like this. And what kind of power could sell such exquisite gold items? Could it be that those ancient families, which have existed for thousands of years, truly exist in China?
"You can just pay me according to normal gold transactions. I can accept RMB or US dollars." Feng Jun didn't care what these gold items would be considered or what purpose they would be used for in the future, as the manufacturing date of these gold items was after 2100.
The subsequent transaction was much simpler. Nikola simply inspected the gold's purity on-site and finally settled with Feng Jun for 200 million US dollars at today's gold transaction price, which converted to over 1.44 billion RMB. In just a blink of an eye, Feng Jun became a billionaire, but he still couldn't make it onto China's Forbes China Rich List; the minimum threshold to join the list is 3.5 billion US dollars.
However, this also allowed Feng Jun to obtain his initial startup capital. The next step was to give the money to Han Wenbo and let him create greater value for him.
Back in the car, Nikola handed Feng Jun a black bank card. "This is an anonymous black card from a Swiss bank, universally accepted and allows international transfers. You can also use it within China. I've put your payment in it." The card had a QR code printed on it; scanning it would allow downloading the banking app to check balances and make transfers. Feng Jun tested it, found no issues, and put the card away.
Having finished the business, Feng Jun didn't mind relaxing and accepted Nikola's invitation to his villa. As soon as he entered the courtyard, two curvaceous beauties came up and gave Nikola two hugs, leaving lipstick marks on both sides of his face. It was clear Nikola knew how to enjoy himself; besides the bodyguards inside and outside the courtyard, even the maids in the courtyard were top-notch beauties.
"Looks like you really know how to enjoy life," Feng Jun said, finding a chair and lying down.
"When you have money, you must enjoy life! I love young darlings the most," Nikola said, sitting beside Feng Jun with two beauties in his arms. "My dear brother Feng Jun, for rich people like us, what's the point of having so much money if not to enjoy life?" After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Nikola dismissed the extra people, ordered servants to bring out various delicacies, and began to drink with Feng Jun. After their conversation, Feng Jun also began to let down his guard against Nikola. This old Russian was quite straightforward, speaking directly, and his conversations with Feng Jun were also very interesting.
Nikola was also surprised by Feng Jun's drinking capacity. Generally, no one could drink a few glasses of 56° vodka with him, but Feng Jun had already finished an entire bottle. By the time he drank the second bottle, Nikola's tongue was starting to become disobedient.
"I'm very curious, Mr. Feng Jun, how did you rescue me from a team of mercenaries, and how do you have so much gold? Are you a scion of a legendary Chinese aristocratic family?" Nikola asked Feng Jun several questions out of curiosity.
Feng Jun raised his glass and took a sip. This level of alcohol could no longer easily intoxicate him; this was the benefit of physical evolution.
"Some things, the less you know, the better. But as for this gold, it's the reward I received for completing a mission," Feng Jun said lightly.
After hearing Feng Jun's answer, Nikola stopped asking questions and instead focused on bragging with Feng Jun. Although Feng Jun wasn't drunk, Nikola eventually became a drunken mess, spilling out his past and experiences, including his uncle who lived in Russia.
Originally, Feng Jun intended to sell the gold in batches in various Southeast Asian countries, but by chance, he met Nikola, who helped him sell all the gold at once. What was planned as a half-month trip turned into less than a week. Since the matter was settled, Feng Jun had no need to continue staying in Southeast Asia. After exchanging contact information with Nikola, he hurried back to China.
As soon as he got off the plane, he called Han Wenbo. According to Feng Jun's instructions, Han Wenbo had already brought his wife and re-immigrated back to China. Originally, China had many restrictions for people who immigrated abroad and wanted to return, but there's a saying, "money makes the mare go." After paying a certain price, Han Wenbo successfully returned to China.
"You're back? I just settled into my residence in Shangqing City. I thought you'd stay abroad for a few more days." Han Wenbo had just finished the housing purchase procedures at this time and rushed to see Feng Jun as soon as he heard he was back in China.
"I successfully raised capital abroad, so I rushed back, fearing that insufficient funds would affect your performance," Feng Jun joked with Han Wenbo.
"Running a company isn't about investing as much money as possible. Although technology companies require large amounts of research and development funds, we currently don't have a specific corporate plan, not even future products..." Han Wenbo patiently explained a great deal to Feng Jun about company operations, product research and development, and promotion.
Taking current computers as an example, international computer giants like Lenovo, Dell, and HP are merely getting scraps behind the two major chip giants, Intel and AMD. Even our country's most advanced chip technology is still more than five years behind foreign technology, and this is only in the civilian sector. It's important to know that civilian versions are usually downgraded versions of military ones, with about a ten-year gap between them.
"Don't you worry at all. Technological breakthroughs often happen in an instant. For now, just focus on building the company's structure, and prepare some factory buildings and warehouses. If funds aren't enough, I'll give you another five hundred million. First, get the domestic sales channels ready. It won't be long before our products hit the market," Feng Jun said.
"Where did you get so much money? I remember your family wasn't wealthy! Did you get lucky and become a son-in-law to a rich family?" Han Wenbo was shocked that Feng Jun could casually offer 500 million for company construction.
"Go away, what rich family son-in-law nonsense. I'm still single. Have you ever seen a family give a live-in son-in-law hundreds of millions?" Feng Jun waved his hand. Since the preliminary plan had been decided, the next step was to return to the Doomsday side. After explaining some matters to Han Wenbo, Feng Jun returned to his villa.
Although he lived in a luxurious villa, Feng Jun was the only one in the room. Because Feng Jun frequently transported supplies needed in the Doomsday to the villa, he hadn't hired any servants. Upon returning home, Feng Jun felt a bit hungry. Opening the refrigerator, there were only some simple fruits.
"Looks like I'll have to order takeout again," Feng Jun said, picking up his phone and opening a certain app to choose food. Just then, he received a call.
The phone displayed an incoming call from 【Industrial and Commercial Bank of China】. Feng Jun originally intended to hang up directly, but then suddenly remembered that his money couldn't always be kept on foreign bank cards, so Feng Jun pressed answer.
"Hello, is this Mr. Feng Jun? Our bank has recently launched various exclusive VIP services for large deposits. Do you have time now?" A sweet voice came from the other end of the line.
"This bank really knows how to treat people differently. Did they notice my recent transfers are quite frequent?" Feng Jun thought to himself, patiently listening to the young lady on the phone for a while. The content was just about interest rates for large deposits and special privileges for withdrawals, but at the end, the other party emphasized the discounts for international transfers and even included complimentary first-class flight service within China. After a brief understanding, Feng Jun hung up the phone.
However, shortly after Feng Jun hung up, China Construction Bank called him again. The content was the same: they wanted Feng Jun to deposit money into their bank and listed a large number of preferential projects. Feng Jun was somewhat confused at this point; he had never used a Construction Bank account, he had never even applied for a CCB card, and his transfers to Han Wenbo these past two days had all been through the Industrial and Commercial Bank.
While waiting for takeout to arrive, three or four more calls came in, all from various banks promoting their memberships. It seemed all the banks knew Feng Jun had money now.