His Cabbage Was Stolen, and He Just Wants to Cry!
"You know, I've already gotten rid of all the old items I bought in an underhanded manner. Plus, in Beijing's black market, they always inform us about when it's safe for doing business. You can trust me, brother; I'd never be foolish enough to risk getting caught just to make money," Su Xiaoxiao said, trying to please him with a smile.
Su Hongchen let out a displeased snort, then pointed to the two bags of gold, saying, "Now that you're making money, do you even have a place to use all of this? And do you really think you can carry so much gold when private individuals are not allowed to possess it? You're aware it must be properly declared and sold to the bank, right?"
"We won't spend the gold for now. I'll find a safe place to hide it. As for the journey, when we came here, we weren't checked, and we won't be on our way back either," Jiang Yexun answered, beating Su Xiaoxiao to it. He appeared somewhat displeased with Su Hongchen's harsh tone.