62: Chapter 62 Dubai Cashes Out 100 Tons

On the afternoon of the next day, Li Xin boarded a flight to Dubai.

One hundred tons of gold, a four-billion-dollar transaction.

This was no small amount. He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

He was calculating in his mind.

There were now 232 tons of gold in the Gold Search and Refining System. He would sell 100 tons this time, leaving 132 tons behind.

For 100 tons of gold, calculated at the international gold price of $40 per gram, the total value was $4 billion. His target price was $3.9 billion.

Why $3.9 billion? Because Mr. Hassan would need to find seven or eight people to take it off his hands, and everyone needed to make a profit. If he took the goods at $3.9 billion, even if Mr. Hassan only added 50 cents per gram when reselling, that would be a profit of $50 million. Besides, it was impossible for him to only add 50 cents.

At this price, Mr. Hassan could make a profit, and he could accept it too.

A win-win.

The plane flew through the night, and outside the porthole, it was pitch black. Occasionally, he could see the lights on the ground, scattered like stars in the darkness. Li Xin turned over, pulled the blanket up, and soon fell asleep.

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He landed in Dubai at 1:00 AM local time.

He hailed a taxi and gave an address.

"Madinat Jumeirah."

The driver was a Pakistani, talkative, and kept chattering away the whole way. Li Xin leaned against the car window, occasionally grunting in response, but spent most of the time looking at the night scenery outside. The night in Dubai was bright; the lights of the high-rises dyed the sky orange-red, and the palm trees on both sides of the highway flickered under the headlights.

The car drove for over twenty minutes before turning into a quiet, tree-lined road. The palm trees on both sides became denser, and the lights grew dimmer. This place was a completely different world from the hustle and bustle of the city center.

He had arrived at the Madinat Jumeirah.

It wasn't a flashy landmark like the Burj Al Arab, but a low-density resort in the traditional Arabian architectural style. Canals meandered, small bridges crossed flowing water, and the villa complex was hidden among the palm groves, offering excellent privacy.

Li Xin didn't go to the reception to check in. Chen Hu had arranged everything in advance; a staff member in a white robe was waiting at the entrance, holding keys and a document.

"Mr. Li, your villa is by the canal, and the car can be parked at the entrance. Here are the keys and a map."

"Thank you."

The staff member drove him to the villa entrance, helped take his luggage down, and then left.

Li Xin stood in the courtyard and looked around.

It was a small, two-story detached villa with a small courtyard. There was a private swimming pool in the courtyard; it wasn't big, but the water was very clear. The courtyard walls were high, preventing anyone outside from seeing in. It was surrounded by dense palm trees that completely concealed the house. The neighboring villa was at least twenty meters away, with a tree wall blocking the view in between.

Quiet and secluded.

It was exactly what he needed.

Li Xin closed the door, drew the curtains, took a shower, and lay on the bed.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Mr. Hassan.

"Mr. Hassan, I have arrived in Dubai. The quantity is quite large this time, so bring a few more people to inspect the goods. I am staying at the Madinat Jumeirah. Call me when you arrive."

Less than a minute after the message was sent, Mr. Hassan replied.

"My friend! You have finally arrived! How much?"

Li Xin typed two words: "One hundred tons."

Send.

The other party fell silent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... After about ten seconds, Mr. Hassan sent a long string of exclamation marks.

"One hundred tons?! Are you kidding me?"

"You will know tomorrow."

"Which villa are you staying at in the Madinat Jumeirah?"

"Call me when you arrive, and I will come to the entrance to pick you up."

"Okay. Tomorrow at 10:00 AM."

Li Xin placed his phone on the nightstand and turned off the lights.

The room was pitch black, with only the indicator light of the air conditioner glowing faintly. Outside the window, there were the sounds of insects, and occasionally, a few bird calls.

He turned over and closed his eyes.

One hundred tons. After tomorrow, his cash reserves would double.

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The next morning, sunlight spilled in through the gap in the curtains.

Li Xin woke up at 7:00 AM. After washing up, he brewed a cup of coffee in the villa's kitchen and sat in the courtyard to drink it. The water in the pool shimmered with blue light in the morning sun, and the leaves of the palm trees rustled in the wind.

He opened his phone and checked the international gold price.

$40.2 per gram, up a little from yesterday.

Not bad.

He opened the system panel again.

[Gold Search and Refining System 2.0]

[Host: Li Xin]

[Current Level: 11]

[Detection Range: 8990 meters]

[Cumulative Refined Gold: 232.0457 tons]

[Gold Required for Next Upgrade: 100 tons]

He would leave 132 tons in the space. Once this transaction was completed, the cash in his hands would reach $4.287 billion.

Li Xin closed the panel and took a sip of coffee.

At 9:30 AM, he began to prepare.

He took 100 tons of gold out of the space and stacked it neatly in the storage room. One kilogram per bar, for a total of 100,000 bars. Ten bars per stack, one hundred stacks per box. Ten kilograms per stack, one ton per box, for a total of one hundred iron boxes.

The iron boxes were custom-made by him in Shenzhen, plain gray, without any markings. Each box only had a serial number, from 001 to 100.

It took him half an hour to get them all stacked.

One hundred iron boxes filled the storage room to the brim, leaving no room to even step.

Li Xin stood at the doorway, took a look, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he walked to the villa entrance and waited for Mr. Hassan.

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At exactly 10:00 AM, Mr. Hassan arrived.

He drove a black Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle, followed by several specialized transport trucks. It seemed he hadn't slept well last night either and had called in extra manpower overnight.

Eight people got out of the cars, all sturdy men. Some wore white robes, others wore T-shirts, but their eyes were all the same—sharp and alert. They looked like professionals in this line of work.

Mr. Hassan walked in the front, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, his hair combed meticulously. But when he got closer, one could see that the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were deeper than last time, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

He definitely hadn't slept well last night.

"My friend!" Mr. Hassan walked over and shook Li Xin's hand tightly, his palms full of sweat. "One hundred tons, is it real?"

"It is real."

"You brought it?"

"I brought it. But before inspecting the goods, let's discuss the price first."

Li Xin led Mr. Hassan into the living room and poured him a cup of Arabic coffee. The coffee was in a traditional copper pot, steaming as it was poured, with a layer of fine foam on top.

Mr. Hassan took it, drank a sip, and set it down.

"The international gold price is $40.2 per gram today. One hundred tons is $4.02 billion. How much do you want?"

"$3.9 billion."

Mr. Hassan's hand holding the coffee cup paused.

"$3.9 billion? Friend, that price is not low. One hundred tons is not a small amount; I have to find seven or eight people to take it off my hands. Everyone needs to make a profit."

"I know." Li Xin leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs. "But at $3.9 billion, you have a profit. If you take the goods at $39 per gram, even if you only add 50 cents when reselling, that's a $50 million profit. Besides, you won't just add 50 cents. The market price is now $40.2; if you add one dollar, that's $100 million."

Mr. Hassan stared at him for a few seconds and put down the coffee cup.

"$3.85 billion."

"$3.9 billion." Li Xin looked at him, his tone calm but firm. "This is the bottom line. If you can do it, do it; if not, I'll find someone else. You are not the only one in Dubai who can handle such a large order."

Mr. Hassan fell silent for a moment, his fingers tapping lightly on his knees.

He was calculating.

Li Xin could tell. Taking the goods at $3.9 billion and selling them at the market price of $40.2 meant a gross profit of $120 million. After deducting the shares for others, he could at least pocket $30 million himself. $30 million for a morning's work.

No matter how you looked at it, this deal wouldn't be a loss.

Mr. Hassan smiled.

"You are a born businessman." He shook his head. "Fine, $3.9 billion. But I want to inspect the goods."

Li Xin stood up and led him toward the storage room.

The moment the door was pushed open, Mr. Hassan was stunned.

He had seen a lot of gold. In jewelry store counters, on vault shelves, in customers' hands. But he had never seen one hundred iron boxes stacked neatly together, filled with gold bars.

"One kilogram per bar, one thousand bars per box, one hundred boxes for one hundred thousand bars." Li Xin patted the nearest box. "One hundred tons. You can inspect it."

Mr. Hassan took a deep breath, then waved for his men to come in.

Eight people started to inspect the goods.

Opening boxes, spot-checking, weighing, testing purity. Portable gold detectors beeped one after another, the beeping sound echoing in the storage room. Gold bars were picked up one by one, examined from every angle, and then put back.

Mr. Hassan conducted spot checks himself.

He randomly selected twenty bars from different boxes, examining each one carefully. First the appearance, then the markings—of course, there were no markings on the gold bars, which was specifically requested by Li Xin. Then he used the detector to test the purity; every single one was 99.99%.

"The quality is excellent." Mr. Hassan nodded, his voice slightly airy.

The whole process lasted nearly two hours.

There was no air conditioning in the storage room, and the eight men were sweating profusely, their white robes soaked through and sticking to their backs. Mr. Hassan himself had taken off his suit jacket, wearing only his shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"No problem," he finally announced.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a few words on the other end, Mr. Hassan recited a string of numbers.

Then came the waiting.

Li Xin stood by the window, watching the swimming pool in the courtyard. Sunlight shone on the water, shimmering. He appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was actually beating a little faster.

$3.9 billion.

This was the largest single transaction of his life.

His phone vibrated.

He picked it up and looked—a bank text message.

[Your account has received: $3,900,000,000.]

$3.9 billion.

Adding the original $107 million in the Dubai account, he now had $4.07 billion in his Dubai account.

Equivalent to about 27.5 billion RMB.

Li Xin looked at the number, his lips curling slightly.

"It has arrived." He turned the phone screen to show Mr. Hassan.

Mr. Hassan also took a look, nodded, and extended his hand.

"Pleasure doing business with you."

"Pleasure doing business with you."

The two hands shook. Mr. Hassan's palms were rough, and his grip was strong, but this time he didn't rush to let go.

"Friend, you are the biggest gold seller I have ever met." Mr. Hassan looked at him, his tone serious. "If you have more goods next time, be sure to find me. The price is negotiable. No matter how much others offer, I will always offer 0.5% more than them."

"Certainly."

Mr. Hassan turned and ordered his men to move the goods. Eight people plus himself, nine men carried one iron box together, their footsteps staggering. The boxes were too heavy—one ton per box, and it was difficult even for nine people to lift. They could only use carts to push them from the storage room to the villa entrance, and then use a small forklift to load them onto the transport trucks.

By the time they finished moving everything, it was already past 1:00 PM.

Mr. Hassan wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked back at Li Xin.

"You live here alone? When were these things brought in?"

Li Xin smiled and didn't answer.

Mr. Hassan stared at him for two seconds, then also smiled.

"I won't ask." He patted Li Xin on the shoulder. "You are a smart person. Smart people, when doing things, don't ask what they shouldn't ask."

He got into the car, rolled down the window, and said one last thing.

"Next time you come to Dubai, come directly to me. I will treat you to a meal."

"Okay."

The cars slowly drove out of the villa area and disappeared behind the palm trees.

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Li Xin stood in the courtyard, watching their taillights disappear.

Then he turned and went back into the house, closing the door.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the pool in the courtyard and the canal in the distance, and took a deep breath.

$3.9 billion received.

Adding the 65 million in the domestic account, the $205 million in the stock account, the $80 million investment in unicorn companies, and the 132 tons of gold remaining in the System space—

His total assets had already exceeded 65 billion RMB.

65 billion.

From rebirth to now, it had been less than seven months.

He picked up his phone and sent a message to Li Jiayi.

"The matter in Dubai is finished. I need to go to the Philippines the day after tomorrow. The funds are in place; you can proceed with the $1 billion position increase."

Li Jiayi replied in a second: "Okay."

Li Xin smiled and put his phone in his pocket.

His business empire was already taking shape.

But Li Xin knew, this was not enough.

He needed more gold, a larger detection range.

Next, he was going to look for treasure.

The Yamashitas Gold in the Philippines.

Tens of billions of dollars in wartime looted treasure.

He was going to find it.

Tomorrow, he would rest in Dubai for a day.

Go to the Gold Souk, buy some things, and have a good meal.

Then, go to the Philippines.

Yamashitas Gold.

He was coming.

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