Chapter 44 Gold with no place to put it, and white high heels

Byron Weiss Zoo pays wages on the 1st of every month.

Today is December 1st. If Chen Yan wants to wait until January 1st next year, he still has 30 days!

How much more than 1 shilling and 20 pence can allow him to live in Yanam for 30 days...

Thinking of this, Chen Yan felt his stomach cramp.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

That is the sound made by the wailing stomach.

Only then did Chen Yan remember that he hadn't eaten anything all day!

The strange thing is that I don’t eat anything in the zoo and I don’t feel hungry.

It wasn't until I left the zoo that the feeling of hunger slowly returned and became stronger.

Chen Yan remembered that there was still half a bag of waffles on the counter in the lobby...

But I'm not really hungry for waffles, and even if I eat half the bag, I won't necessarily feel full.

Am I going to starve to death...

Chen Yan felt extremely outrageous.

He was not hacked to death during the war in his hometown, was not fed to sharks by pirates when he was robbed at sea, and was safe and sound in a zoo full of monsters...

Could it be...that my final outcome was really to starve to death...

He wandered to the lobby counter, turned on the kerosene lamp, and took out the waffle bag.

"Bang, bang."

Two small objects fell from the counter and hit the carpeted wooden floor with a low sound.

Chen Yan was stunned.

He didn't remember putting anything on the counter besides waffles...

Holding a kerosene lantern in his left hand, he knelt down and took a closer look.

It's two...

It’s a gold nugget the size of two thumbs!

"grass!"

Chen Yan was almost blinded by the light reflected from the surface of the gold nugget!

He subconsciously bit it with his teeth.

Soft.

It’s golden inside too!

Explain...this gold...

it is true!

Chen Yan felt dizzy.

How much are two such big pieces of gold worth?!

Chen Yan didn't understand the price of gold at all, he only knew that gold was one of the hard currencies of the empire.

Moreover, in the "pound", the common currency of the empire, every 1 pound coin contains 7.3 grams of pure gold.

This thumb-sized nugget of gold...

At least 50 grams, right?

Two sticks are 100 grams, worth a full 13 pounds!

13 pounds... Chen Yan bought this dilapidated old apartment for only 10 pounds!

Moreover, the price of pure gold is definitely more expensive than the imperial pound.

In other words, the actual value of these two small gold bars must be more than 13 pounds!

Chen Yan thought about it again and a smile froze on his face.

This gold...how did it appear here?

Did the previous landlord forget it when he left?

No, 33 Walker Street has long since been taken over by my third uncle for investment.

That is to say...

This gold...

Maybe Third Uncle is hiding here...

Chen Yan shuddered solidly.

He had never cared about dead money before, but the third uncle's death was too weird. He turned into a snake-like thing before his death, and he was an extraordinary person...

Spending these two gold bars won't trigger any weird rules.

The gold bars in his hands became hot to the touch, and some urban legends after coming to the empire emerged in Chen Yan's mind.

The dead souls in the blood-stained gold in the mines, the cursed gold that curses people to death after being re-refined, the gold that comes from shady sources that appears in soup bowls and chokes people to death...

Chen Yan himself is an atheist and never believes in those gods and ghosts.

It wasn't until he came into contact with those extraordinary beings that he realized that there might really be "gods" in this world.

He felt his scalp was numb, so he put the two gold pieces back on the counter.

Under the dim light of the kerosene lantern, the surface of the gold shone brightly.

Although the golden light was not that bright, it still made Chen Yan unable to open his eyes.

If you take gold, you may break the rules and encounter disaster at some point in the future.

If you don’t take the gold, you will starve to death soon!

Both the left and right are dead, so it’s better to...

Chen Yan let out a breath, grabbed the gold tightly, and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

Buttoning up his windbreaker and feeling the hard touch of the hard gold, Chen Yan felt extremely fulfilled.

Um……

He confirmed again, it was indeed a fulfilling feeling.

Even my stomach is not that hungry anymore.

He grabbed the waffles from the bag and ate them while walking upstairs.

Arriving at the bedroom on the third floor, Chen Yan opened the door, picked up the bedding and pillows, and walked to the next door.

Because the bedroom window was still broken, even though it was covered with a cupboard, the air still leaked.

Chen Yan didn't want to live in such a drafty bedroom on a winter night.

He went to room 302 next door, simply laid out the bedding on the bed and locked the door, but did not go to sleep immediately.

You need to prepare the medicine for the little tiger first.

Green said that this drug is very powerful and cannot be used as ordinary aspirin.

Green's original words were, "It is three times more effective than genuine aspirin. One tablet should be used every three times."

So, the approximate amount of aspirin to be used on the little white tiger tomorrow can basically be calculated.

Chen Yan took a pen to grind aspirin into powder, tore the notebook paper into palm-sized squares, separated the aspirin powder according to a certain proportion and the preset measurement of each meal, and wrapped them one by one.

Then package these medicines in waffle bags and write the three characters "For Tigers" on the surface of the bags to prevent them from being forgotten.

After doing all this, he couldn't bear it anymore, fell on the bed, and fell asleep instantly.

At this time, the night was getting darker, and there were very few workers changing shifts on Walker Street - the shift time of most factories had already passed.

The street lights in front of the apartment at No. 33 Walker Street were still on and off. During the day, an electrician came to inspect it, but no problem was found. The helpless electrician could only replace part of the wires.

But replacing the wires obviously cannot solve the problem of the street lights.

There were only a few pedestrians, but the snow was much heavier than before. The heavy goose-feather snow falling from the sky soon made the world a blur.

No one can see that as the street lights turn on and off, a figure keeps turning on and off.

When the street lights turned on, the figure disappeared.

When the street lights went out, the vague figure appeared under the street lights. The dark and rich night enveloped it. The occasional pedestrians passing by were busy on their way, and no one could realize its existence.

It took steps, and the air condensed into steps under its feet.

"Bang bang..."

Its shoes made a dull sound when they touched the air. They were a pair of high heels.

It's a pair of white high heels.

She is not tall, but she wears high heels, like a rebellious little girl who ran away from home after stealing her mother's high heels.

The girl climbed up the stairs formed by the air and reached the third floor of No. 33 Walker Street in a moment.

Then pass through the wall out of thin air and enter Room 302 on the third floor.

Chen Yan's slight cry echoed in the dark room, and he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The girl came to Chen Yan and stared at him for a few seconds. As if she had made a big decision, she stretched out her hand and slowly grabbed his neck.

At this moment, the girl's eyes caught a glimpse of the waffle bag on the table beside the bed.

The bag had the words "For Tigers" written in big letters.

The girl was silent for a moment, then retracted her hand from grabbing Chen Yan's neck.
Chapter completed!