Zhou Ji whispered to Li Du, "Unless you deal with someone else, you'll lose out. Brother Du, Brother Yao has already laid his cards out on the table."
Li Du shook his head. "No problem, leave it to me."
He sipped his tea and ignored Zheng Xilin. Instead, he looked at Yao Zhi Bo and said, "Old devil, do you think you'll sell this coin for less than 800,000 yuan?"
Yao Zhi Bo was a practical person; he mumbled, "Yes. But with this money, my parents' illness and my greenhouse would be settled."
Li Du said, "Give me the account number for your bank card."
Yao Zhi Bo was not sure what it was for but he still handed him his Agricultural Bankcard.
Li Du took him to the nearest Industrial and Commercial Bank of China (ICBC) branch. Zheng Xilin and the others wondered what he was doing, and so went along.
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