The unfamous astral warrior is like an unsuccessful proletarian fighter. He always serves others regardless of reward and fears hardship. The progressive Mr. Wu Zong is one of them.

The materials processed by Lu Xu are very suitable, and even tend to be standardized. This astral warlock with no mathematical talent also has something to be praised in other aspects, and it is no wonder that he can get many star arrays.

The proletarian astral sorcerer Mr. Wu Zong worked until the early morning of the next day, and just assembled the 15 balances. Cheng Jinzhou tested them one by one to determine their accuracy.

If it is a balance produced by later factories, who cares about whether it has an accuracy of 0.11 or 0.09, they will all be labeled with a 0.1 iron sheet. However, in the Daxia Dynasty, as a balance for valuables, the requirements for this aspect are much higher.

This is why, sometimes, the level of technological development is obviously very low, but people can still complete high-precision experiments. If you try your best to remove artificial errors, the accuracy of the tool itself is equivalent to improving the level. Just like Lavoisier in the 18th century was able to accurately weigh compounds with a balance to calculate the existence of oxygen. If it was replaced by ordinary Chinese universities in the 21st century, half of the teachers did not have the ability to repeat the experiment, even if they were given more advanced instruments.

Wu Zong’s handicrafts are not good, perhaps only two or three times Cheng Jinzhou’s ability. Although the final balances have reached the level of 0.1, there are only two of them that exceed 0.07. Judging from the current level, the prices will be several times different.

"I'll leave this to you." Cheng Jinzhou picked out the best performance of 0.06 from a bunch of balances and handed it to Wu Zong. Normally, 0.05 is the ultimate accuracy of such balances.

Wu Zong was also very sleepy and stopped it after a few refusals. Cheng Jinzhou called a carriage to take the three of them home, but he struggled to get on another car and headed straight to the "Shen Family Pawnshop".

The cart Cheng Jinzhou was driven by mules and horses. The big blue mules were very stable to walk, and even the light wood body rarely bumped. In the eyes of people who know how to travel, donkeys and mules are often more valuable than horses, especially the aristocratic families, which have always had the tradition of collecting good mules. Because mules themselves cannot give birth, good mules are not like purebred horses. They can be bred from generation to generation, and can be purchased once and for all. In many cases, the products of the same stallion and female donkey will be very different.

From the perspective of vehicle comfort, because the horse's temper is too irritable, it is difficult for urban life to reflect its speed advantages, and its practicality is not as good as that of donkey mules. The latter is often larger than that of horses, with stable speed and reliable speed and excellent physical strength. However, since donkey mules are forced to mating for female donkeys, it often causes female donkeys to die from labor, which further causes the price of good donkey mules to rise. As for horse mules, due to their small size, their working years are also weaker than donkey mules (the former has 20 years and the latter has 30 years), which is not popular.

The so-called tradition of a century-old family refers to the ability to spend money in places that are not necessarily needed. The nobles are the group that do not pursue cost-effectiveness, so they spend a large sum of silver every year just to maintain a luxury normal. Even when they need money the most, they rarely give up the habits that have been passed down for many years. Just like the Cheng family, perhaps in their opinion, the essence of life is to continue and inherit these habits.

A crisp and regular bell sound came from the carriage. Shimo rode a pony and followed closely on the right side of the carriage, and Mengda Meng drove slowly from one to the other. Most of the state cities only had aristocrats, officials and other privileged classes with the right to run side by side. Many people saw them from afar and avoided them under the banner of the Cheng family. The carriage passed smoothly from the most prosperous middle street and drove straight to the southeast of the city.

As soon as the snow disaster passed, the city's business returned to its former prosperity. The businessmen who were hoping to make money wanted to make a fortune while their peers closed down also ended in failure. The pawnshop of the Shen family hung a red flag and sat on the side of the important road. The red door was half open, but very few people were coming and going.

The mule cart stopped steadily at the front door of the pawnshop.

The guy standing in front of the pawnshop door raised his legs and wanted to stop him. He saw the sign of the Cheng family before he gave up. It was not the carriage of any family that was qualified to block the main entrance of the store.

Cheng Jinzhou was sore and walked out of the carriage with his eyes rubbed his eyes. The 13-year-old child was still sleepy and staying up late was much harder than adults, even if the person in his skin was a guy who stayed up all year round.

But the guy blinked his eyes and was strange on the steps. In his opinion, the owner in the car seemed to be no different from the little brat in the village. He was also thinner and dressed more gorgeously...

Shi Mo quickly interrupted his fantasy and waved his hand and said, "Go and call your shopkeeper out."

Seeing Meng Da Meng Er with a tall and powerful man, he dared not speak out. He bent and ran to the back hall. Half of the gentlemen who came to the pawn shop were in a bad mood, and the other half was in a bad mood at any time. The guy was beaten, and the boss only cared for the medicine.

Shimo led the way, and a group of four walked into the pawnshop slowly. Cheng Jinzhou found a large Grand Master Chair and slept on the armrest. He didn't care whether it was good or not. It was like a junior high school student who stayed up late to watch TV. The servant who served tea secretly looked at him, feeling extremely surprised.

After about five or six minutes, a sound came from behind the curtain. Shi Mo nudged Cheng Jinzhou's shoulder and whispered: "San Ge'er, San Ge'er..."

The shopkeeper Shen Ping walked out in a quick stroll, but the other party was completely unable to find out. When he saw this, he couldn't help laughing. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and before he could laugh, he quickly ordered: "Go and get two warm towels, you can't do anything small."

Hearing the voice, Cheng Jinzhou raised his head embarrassedly and smirked, "I fell asleep accidentally..."

Speaking in one sentence, Shopkeeper Shen was speechless. It took him a long time to change his tone and said, "Does the third young master want to exchange for more money this time? Or do you have anything to buy?"

He naturally remembered the 480 taels of silver that Cheng Jinzhou took, but he didn't say anything about debt collection.

Cheng Jinzhou took the towel handed over by his friend, wiped his face twice, and said soberly: "I think you have things from astrology warlocks here, too?"

"Yes, the third young master is interested?" The pawnshop has always been well-informed units, and Shen Ping also knew that the third brother of the Cheng family was very talented in astrology.

Dr. Cheng Da nodded sleepily and yawned, "Where is the Star Warlock Store in Shaonan City?"

The southeast of the city is a commercial district, but he has only dealt with this pawn shop.

When he heard him ask about the Star Warlock Store, Shen Ping said proudly: "The Star Warlock Store in Shaonan City is also owned by the Shen family. If Mr. Cheng likes anything, the old man can transfer it to him."

There are tens of thousands of astrology products, and there are also items that are mortal in pawnshops. Of course, he hopes to attract customers first. The astrology products are at this level of the Cheng family and do not have the ability to operate them. Only the Shen family in the capital will be sold sporadically.

Cheng Jinzhou is here to sell things, but he doesn't want to go to the Star Warlock store. In comparison, although the pawn shop is ruthless, if you are dead, it may not be more damaging than the store. It's like the million-level Vacheron Constantin can recover 500,000 yuan for the pawn shop, but it may only cost 100,000 yuan for the brand store. The two parties have different opinions and channels, so the prices are naturally different.

He hooked his fingers and asked Meng Er behind him to put the big iron box on the ground. He opened the lid with one hand and said, "Please take a look at how much money these items can be if they are dead."

The 14 balances are arranged neatly in the box and are set up separately in cork. The tray is removed and stacked with weights on the side. The unsorted dial is covered with satin, and the pointer is even plugged with cotton, for fear of being knocked.

Manager Chen bent down and looked at it and said, "Go and invite Zhou Chaofeng to come out."

After saying that, he smiled at Cheng Jinzhou and said, "The old man is not good at learning skills, so he has to ask Mr. Feng to take a look."

Chaofeng is the essence of a pawn shop. It is logically possible to judge the value of all items. Although other pawn shops identify jewelry, calligraphy and paintings independently and set up different Chaofeng, they are not often adopted by each company. In fact, when Chaofeng is difficult to judge the value, it often gives the price very low, making the fakes unprofitable or only have small profits. In contrast, it is more difficult to cultivate a qualified Chaofeng. If the boss has good strength, there is often a Chaofeng and a new store.

During the waiting time, Cheng Jinzhou took out the balance one by one from the box and divided it into four levels according to the accuracy. Finally, two pages of the size of the book were placed under each balance to explain the accuracy, weight quality and other parameters.

When Zhou Chaofeng came out, he saw a balance like a review queue, with 14 neat pieces, which made him, who was knowledgeable, almost exclaim.

Manager Chen coughed hard and introduced: "This is the third son of the Cheng family, the Cheng family, and Zhou Chaofeng is the treasure of our store. Please take a look?"

"Please." Cheng Jinzhou stood up and gave up his seat, sat back on the Taishi chair, and saw that he was in a shaky state again.

Zhou Chaofeng was an old man in his sixties. His fingers were thin, but his face was still red. He greeted Cheng Jinzhou and sat in front of the balance, and looked carefully.

Shimo stared at him with wide eyes, afraid that something would go wrong with one part. In his opinion, the balance of the iron box was all amazing and expensive things.

It took forty or fifty minutes, Zhou Chaofeng slowly straightened his waist, and while asking the guy to knead it, he whispered: "The structure is complete and the system is a little impatient, but it is also a fine product, especially the explanation below, which is detailed. I tested three balances, which are completely consistent."

He said, continuing to test the remaining balances.

Among the various objects that pawn shops come into contact with, astral warlock products are particularly expensive and are a compulsory course for Chaofeng. Although Zhou Chaofeng cannot independently calculate the balance parameters, they must understand the content used for explanation and have no obstacles at all.

Shi Mo quickly woke Cheng Jinzhou up and hurriedly wiped his face.

"Let's make a price." Cheng Jinzhou asked confidently without hearing what the Qing Dynasty Feng said.

Chao Feng raised his head slightly and confirmed the shopkeeper's hint, "How about 100 taels of silver per balance?"

"Diet?"

"That's right."

Dr. Cheng Da laughed and waved his hand and said, "It's not good to have 100 per piece, let's calculate it separately."

"Oh? How to separate?" The person who asked was Shopkeeper Liu. After Chaofeng quoted in proportion according to his hint, the rest was his job.

"I will give you two pieces with accuracy of 0.1, and 70 taels of silver." Cheng Jinzhou's face was still a childish arrogance, and his tone showed disharmonious maturity: "3 pieces with accuracy of 0.9, each piece with 85 taels of silver, 4 pieces with 0.8 costs 100 taels of silver, 5 pieces with 0.7, and 150. The last one with the remaining 0.6 precision is 300 taels of silver."

With a simple division calculation, the price rose to 1,845 taels of silver. Manager Liu hesitated and said, "Young Master Cheng, wouldn't it be better to have 110 taels per piece?"

Cheng Jinzhou shook his head gently. The products of astrology warlocks have always been scarce, and he has never been afraid of asking for prices in the sky since his later generations.

Manager Liu took a last look at Mr. Chaofeng, nodded in agreement, and said with a smile: "Do you want to fly tickets, cash in silver, or gold?"

1,800 taels of silver, equivalent to 40,000 US dollars, equivalent to 110,000 RMB in 1985. This is definitely a huge sum of money when labor is lower than China at that time.
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