Gold Experience 소설 & 이야기

He replied. "I need to know the weight" I replied, I can't trust all these people. The management will tell them to buy gold at rice but They will buy it less and take the gain. "The total weight is 1kg" He said, showing me. "So how much is it?" I asked. "53,000 dollars" He replied. "What you gotta be kidding me. On your website you said a 1kg of gold cost 57,000 and you sell it for 61,162 dollar... Please don't play me like a game that's too little" I replied.

But I appreciated the optimism. I made it to the edge of the bed without face-planting, which felt like a victory worth celebrating. The blonde tilted her head at me like I was a puzzle she was still working out. The dark-haired one raised an eyebrow that clearly said are you going to stand there all night or get your ass over here. I liked her. I opened the chest. Gold winked up at me. Obscene amounts of it. The kind of money that could buy loyalty or silence or a whole lot of really bad decisions.

Inside, nestled among soft, velvety folds, lay pieces of gold – exquisite necklaces of various types. Some were delicate and dainty, adorned with tiny gemstones, while others were bold and statement-making, featuring intricate designs. The gold sparkled warmly in the light, casting a luxurious glow. Each necklace seemed to tell a story, its craftsmanship reflecting a blend of tradition and elegance. The array of pieces was breathtaking, showcasing a range of styles that would complement any taste or occasion.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two accountants had a preliminary calculation result. "Sir, according to our preliminary calculation, this pile of gold is worth about 1.8 billion dollars, floating up and down at 50 million dollars." 1.8 billion? It was more than Samuel had expected, but it was basically within his estimation. Nearly ten billion. "Dang Gui is really f*cking rich." Samuel laughed and scolded. Yvonne smiled bitterly and said, "Of course, the money he made is much more than the money others earned through legal channels. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people in the world who take risks recklessly. To put it bluntly, it's all because of greed."

He chuckled as he saw Alpha Troy blush. "Well, if Mr Liam lets him I'm sure Mrs Smith will want to be my wife. But, yeah, let's talk about that later!” Alpha Troy took out a pouch from his trouser pocket and then opened it. “This is rare gold, sir. I heard they are very expensive. Apart from its very high pure gold content, it is believed to have magical powers.” "Magical power?" Liam took and examined the gold. Its glow lit up his eyes, as the sun had just risen. "What do you mean, Alpha?"

"You think it's unusual, don't you, daughter?" I dragged my eyes from the sight and turned to him, then replied. "You did say the moon hasn't shined this brightly in a hundred years." He leaned towards me as though sharing a secret, then whispered in my ear. "Maybe the Moon Goddess is also celebrating with you. It's your Turning Feast, after all." I snorted. "Since when has the Moon Goddess ever cared about the affairs of one single person?" My father laughed. "You've always been a feisty one. Good thing you've Turned now. It's high time we found you a man who would be able to tame you. Perhaps Alpha Alexander over there?" He pointed.

Breathe fresh air. “What, you want to take all this with you, Young Master?” "Of course. We'll take all of this and sell it." Arsenio held a bar of pure gold. You can already imagine that the price of one gold is worth tens of millions. Then, multiplied by one ton. How much profit do you get? There were so many that Arsenio had difficulty analyzing the numbers. "Yes, Young Master." Bastian nodded. TRING! The notification screen appears shortly after the operation to retrieve weapons and gold is successful.

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

Beta Garren of the Velaris Hollow Pack A sly smile curls up my lips as I remember how I'd whined to him to throw away the previous bronze bar he'd bought and get a pure gold one. Yes pure gold. It's very rare and very expensive; a fitting treasure for a high ranked werewolf. But gold had suddenly turned too rare and difficult to find and smith that year, causing it's value to increase to seven times it's worth. Because of that, it'd been to expensive for Daddy to get immediately. A sneer tugs at my lips then; this is one of the few ways those dirty Omegas become useful. Daddy and I sold a few Omegas to some rogues and a few 'distant' packs and got the gold bar------ it's treacherous, I know

Club Gold. The name alone feels like a taunt, a reminder of the gilded cage I find myself in. The gold glitters, the champagne flows, and the beautiful people dance to a thumping beat. But behind the façade of luxury, I can sense the darkness, the secrets, the unspoken threats. Keith dropped me off hours ago, his face etched with a tension he couldn’t quite conceal. He mumbled something about needing to handle business and promised to make it up to me later. But I could see the guilt in his eyes, the flicker of something he wasn’t willing to share. He hasn’t called or texted since. Evelyn has been my constant companion, a shadow guiding me through the labyrinthine corridors of Club Gold.