Is Five Grams of Gold Per Bullet Reasonable?
Cash is hardly used these days!
After dinner, Su Nian helped with washing the dishes and cleaning the table, eagerly awaiting Jing Mo to bring out the weapons.
Jing Mo showed no intention of teasing Su Nian's curiosity, simply telling her to wait before heading to the bedroom.
Seated at the small table, Su Nian waited, the cool breeze from the fan gradually calming her restless heart.
Before long, Jing Mo emerged carrying a black leather case.
The quality of the case alone hinted at its value. Whatever it contained must be precious.
Placing the case on the table, Jing Mo opened it with both hands.
At that moment, Su Nian noticed how fair Jing Mo's complexion was—not the pale of someone who seldom saw sunlight, but a healthy white.
His hands were distinct, fingers slender with neatly trimmed nails.
Seeing Jing Mo's nails, Su Nian couldn't help but smile. A man who kept his nails tidy might not necessarily win her favor, but at least she didn't dislike it.
Snap.
With a soft click, the case opened, drawing Su Nian's attention. Inside lay a sleek silver pistol, its intricate craftsmanship gleaming under the light.
Jing Mo removed the magazine, loaded the bullets from the clip, and swiftly reinserted it.
As Su Nian watched him reload, she felt a surge of panic, wanting to intervene.
But Jing Mo's actions were quicker than her thoughts. He raised his hand, aiming at an empty cola can two meters away.
With a pull of the trigger, the can exploded—not pierced, but shattered into pieces, fluttering down like confetti.
The largest shard, no bigger than her thumbnail, astonished Su Nian. Such destructive power from such a compact pistol!
What's more, despite the absence of a silencer, it made no sound. Su Nian wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it herself.
Jing Mo's fingers moved deftly, twirling the pistol on his index finger before offering it to Su Nian.
"Wanna try?"
In her previous life during the apocalypse, Su Nian had never encountered anything like this pistol, let alone held one.
In this life, despite her desire to acquire one, she lacked connections and dared not inquire recklessly.
Never did she expect to have one appear before her one day.
After a brief hesitation, Su Nian accepted the pistol.
It felt surprisingly heavy in her hand, defying her expectations of its size.
The silver body was aesthetically pleasing, but its material remained elusive.
Glancing around the room, Su Nian's gaze fell on the lone empty cola can.
She hesitated, never having fired a gun before.
Just then, Jing Mo stood up, approaching her from behind to adjust her grip on the pistol.
Though he stood close, there was a comfortable distance between them. His hand only touched hers to correct her grip before withdrawing.
Returning to his seat, Jing Mo smiled encouragingly at Su Nian.
"Don't worry. You're smart; you'll get the hang of it."
Taking a deep breath, Su Nian squeezed the trigger.
In an instant, the cola can exploded once more.
Feeling the recoil, Su Nian was surprised but not overwhelmed.
Lowering her hand, she looked at the pistol with satisfaction.
"Jing Mo, how much are you selling this for?"
As she spoke, her eyes sparkled.
"If you have gold, give me ten kilograms. If not—"
"I have!" Su Nian stood up. "Wait for me; I'll get it."
With that, she turned and hurried home, leaving Jing Mo momentarily stunned.
Upon returning home, Su Nian retrieved not her own stash of gold bricks but the bundle she had obtained from the bald man.
At the time, she hadn't examined it closely and had stashed it away immediately.
Now, as she hefted it, she estimated it to be quite substantial.
Who knew how many jewelry stores those ten bald men had robbed?
However, Su Nian didn't dwell on it. Carrying the bundle, she returned to Jing Mo's house.
Having rushed out earlier, she had forgotten to close the door. Now, she shut it behind her to keep out flies and mosquitoes.
Placing the bundle on the ground, she said, "All the gold is in here. You only mentioned the price for the pistol; what about the bullets? I'd like to buy more."
As the bundle hit the floor, it emitted a dull thud, indicating its weight.
Opening the bundle, Jing Mo glanced inside, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Bullets are sold per piece. Is five grams of gold per bullet fair?"
Su Nian shook her head. "It's more than fair."
Without bullets, this excellent pistol would be nothing but a useless ornament. So, the high price for bullets was understandable.
Though lacking a scale, they relied on the labels attached to each piece of jewelry, clearly indicating their weight.
Together, they counted out ten kilograms of gold and laid them on the table before tallying the remaining gold.
To their astonishment, there were still thirty-two kilograms left, totaling sixteen thousand grams.
With each bullet priced at five grams, Su Nian could buy a whopping 3,200 bullets.
Biting her lip, she said, "How about you decide how much to sell me? Sell me as many as you're willing."
Su Nian wasn't sure if Jing Mo had enough bullets. Even if he did, would he sell her so many at once?
Looking at Su Nian, Jing Mo grinned. "Worried my bullets won't be enough? Don't fret! I've got plenty!"
With that, he stood up and headed to the bedroom. Soon, he returned with a box.
"Though it may not look big, it's packed with a thousand bullets."