Chen Yuan took a look at the high-temperature gold melting furnace. The pointer of the thermometer above was rising with time.
Five minutes later, the pointer pointed to 1,300 degrees, and then the old man threw all eight Jinling needles into the gold melting furnace. The next step was to wait.
However, the old man was not idle either. He turned to Chen Yuan and said sternly:
"Boy, when gold is melted, it will lose some amount! So if it is restored to its original state later, the weight will definitely be less!"
"Li Feng told me that you are a Chinese medicine practitioner. I just saw these eight golden needles and they cannot be treated with acupuncture. If you are willing, I can make them into filiform needles for you!"
After listening to the old man's explanation, Chen Yuan thought about it and nodded:
"Okay, then it's up to you!"
Seeing that Chen Yuan agreed, the old man took out an iron basin, and then under Chen Yuan's gaze, he took out a large bag of gypsum powder and poured it into the basin.
Then the old man poured water into the basin. When the water and gypsum powder were mixed, it suddenly became turbid.
Then, the old man put his hands in and started rubbing them. Chen Yuan looked puzzled and asked:
"Lao Jin, what are you doing? Why do I feel like you are trying to make noodles?"
The old man glanced at Chen Yuan and said:
"At first glance, you seem to have slipped through the net of the nine-year compulsory education. Don't you know how to mix plaster and make molds?"
Chen Yuan curled his lips and said nothing more. This old man had a weird temper, so he could save himself the trouble.
Then the plaster was adjusted to form a mold with elongated grooves. Chen Yuan knew that this was the prototype of a gold needle.
Chen Yuan was not happy that these eight Jinling needles could be made into medical filiform needles. After all, it was better to use them to treat illnesses and save people than to leave them gathering dust at home, and he was worthy of Yang Fan.
After the plaster solidified, the Jinling Eight Needles in the gold melting furnace were also melted. Chen Yuan secretly admired it, thinking that this old man controlled the time quite accurately.
The old man opened the gold melting furnace and took out the container containing the eight Jinling needles.
At this moment, the gold had turned into a golden soup, and in the golden soup, the two of them could clearly see foreign matter soaking in it.
The old man took a strainer, filtered the golden soup, and poured it into the prepared plaster grooves.
After he took out the tasks from the filter and placed them on the table, Chen Yuan saw clearly that they were square metal pieces the size of fingernails, more than a dozen in number!
Chen Yuan picked up one of the metal pieces, looked at it carefully, and found that there was writing on it.
Chen Yuan was surprised in his heart. He could actually carve words on such a small piece of metal. There were so many people who could carve words on it.
"What kind of material is this made of? Gold can melt, but this one is intact!" Chen Yuan asked curiously.
The old man smiled jokingly at Chen Yuan and said:
"You are not willing to say you are uneducated!"
"This metal is called tungsten, which is the tungsten filament in the light bulb.
The melting point of gold is 1,064 degrees Celsius, while the melting point of tungsten is 3,410 degrees Celsius! My furnace only reaches 1,500 degrees Celsius, so of course it won’t melt!"
Chen Yuan was confused after hearing the old man's explanation. He didn't expect that this humble old man would be taught a lesson today!
"Lao Jin...what did you do before?" Chen Yuan swallowed secretly and asked.
The old man chuckled and said:
"Before I started this career, I was a doctoral supervisor!"
"Fuck..."
Chen Yuan exclaimed with a look of disbelief. Who would have thought that the old man in front of him was actually a doctoral supervisor!
Sure enough, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured.
"Hey, I have no education, so I can only travel around the world!" Chen Yuan sighed.
Then the old man gave Chen Yuan a bag. After Chen Yuan took it, he carefully put away the square tungsten plates with writing on them, planning to study them carefully when he got home!
After waiting for almost twenty minutes, the golden soup had solidified. Then the old man began to pour the mold with his bare hands and took out the eight solidified golden needles.
Then he polished the eight silver needles with sandpaper and handed them to Chen Yuan.
Chen Yuan looked at the golden needle in his hand and couldn't help but start thinking about people. It would be great if Yang Fan was still alive.
Then Chen Yuan put the Golden Needle and the Fangtang Needle together and said gratefully to the old man:
"Lao Jin, I went out in a hurry and didn't bring any cash. Do you think I should go get it?"
"Don't bother me. When you pass by here another day, just remember to bring the money. For Li Feng's sake, I trust you!" the old man said.
"Thank you then, I will definitely come and pay you back!"
After Chen Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and left Lao Jin's house, preparing to take a taxi to find Zhou Lan.
The old man looked at Chen Yuan's back and smiled happily:
"It seems that a second fangtang is about to appear in Longguo's traditional Chinese medicine industry!"
After a while, Chen Yuan took a taxi and arrived at the door of the law enforcement team. When he was about to call Zhou Lan, he discovered that there was an unread message on his phone.
Chen Yuan opened the message and saw that it was from Zhao Ruotong. The content read:
"Brother Chen Yuan, what happened last night? Why do I remember that when I was taking off your clothes, the back of my head hurt, and then I lost my memory. Did the two of us do anything embarrassing?"
Chen Yuan was speechless. He really wanted to open Zhao Ruotong's head and see if the brain inside was yellow! Why do you always think about these things!
"Sister Zhao, nothing happened to us. You drank too much last night and fell asleep later!"
After Chen Yuan replied to the text message, he quickly called Zhou Lan. After a few minutes, Zhou Lan ran out jumping.
"Mr. Chen, long time no see!" Zhou Lan said with a smile.
"It's only been two days..." Chen Yuan said blankly.
"They say one day is like three autumns apart!"
Zhou Lan joked and continued:
"Seriously, let's go see Jia Dashan first! I heard from my master that no one has intervened in Jia Dashan's affairs!"
"Well, Jia Renyi can't help him now. He just waits for legal punishment!" Chen Yuan snorted coldly.
The two then went to the detention center and the room where Jia Dashan was detained.
When the iron door slowly opened with a creaking sound, Jia Dashan looked up and saw that Chen Yuan was coming. The expression on his face instantly froze, and there was a trace of despair in his eyes.
Because he knew in his heart that when Chen Yuan stood in front of him intact, it meant that Jia Renyi's plan had failed and he would never have a chance again!
"Jia Dashan, you didn't expect me to be alive!" Chen Yuan walked in and sneered.
Jia Dashan smiled bitterly:
"I have resigned myself to my fate!"
"Haha, your cousin found some poison master in Nanfeng City and wanted to secretly get rid of me, but unfortunately, the poison master died!"
Chen Yuan sneered:
"But don't worry, you will probably go to see him soon. Of course, there is also Jia Renyi, I will reunite the three of you!"
"You want to attack my cousin?" Jia Dashan asked in surprise.
"It was your cousin who provoked me again and again. I have given him opportunities before, but unfortunately he failed! Since he sent someone to kill me this time, there is no need to keep him alive!"
"Okay, I have nothing else to do here. I just want to mock you. The three of us in the Chen family can finally rest in peace!"