166: Happy gold trading

Pan Han could feel Cheng Xiao's tenderness at this moment; the two gazed deeply at each other, embracing and passionately kissing.

After a long while, Pan Han slowly parted his lips, his eyes gleaming with unwavering resolve.

He tightly held Cheng Xiao's hands and said affectionately, "No matter how long the apocalypse lasts, I will protect you forever."

Cheng Xiao smiled through her tears, her eyes filled with contentment and happiness, and she softly said, "I believe in your promise, and I believe in our future."

After speaking, the two leaned against each other, feeling each other's body temperature and heartbeat.

The road ahead might be full of dangers and challenges, but Pan Han firmly believed that the power of love would be their motivation to overcome all difficulties.

Indeed, at this moment, he had also fallen in love with the girl in front of him.

A woman who, after experiencing the arrival of the apocalypse, the betrayal of her first love, the bullying of the Third Leader, and countless hardships, was still willing to choose to believe in him.

"It's time to go!" Pan Han patted Cheng Xiao's back, saying it with a pang of pain.

"Mhm! Go ahead." Cheng Xiao was the happiest woman in the entire apocalypse at this moment.

Pan Han kissed her again, and Cheng Xiao closed her eyes to receive it.

Three seconds later, Pan Han traveled back to his own world.

Cheng Xiao felt the spatial fluctuation, but she didn't open her eyes; instead, she focused on enjoying Pan Han's passionate kiss.

When she opened her eyes again, Pan Han was already gone without a trace.

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Neither of them moved from their spots; instead, they stayed where they were, looking at the air, as if they could still feel each other's heartbeat and warmth.

Separated by an entire universe, their hearts were connected by love.

Scientists generally believe that gravity is the most mysterious force in the universe; in fact, isn't love the same?

Traversing time and space, spanning dimensions, only love is eternal.

"Cheng Xiao, wait for me to come back." After crossing over, Pan Han felt a sense of loss; he raised his hands and caressed the air where Cheng Xiao's head would be.

"I'll wait for you." Cheng Xiao remained in place, and suddenly felt her hair being playfully ruffled, her heart skipped a beat, but then she immediately realized it was Pan Han.

Both of them had tears in their eyes, yet they were incredibly serene.

After an unknown amount of time, Pan Han's mood gradually calmed down, but he felt as if his entire being had opened up, his mind firm and bright, filled with infinite power.

"Time to work!" He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Uncle Cheng.

"Uncle Cheng, goods have arrived."

Half a minute later, Uncle Cheng replied, "Today, same old place."

"Alright, I'll be there in two hours." Pan Han actually quite liked this way of communicating: business when there was business, and no one bothered anyone when there wasn't.

As per his custom, he still showered first. Although Pan Han was used to the atmosphere of the apocalypse, he was afraid others would smell something unpleasant. So, he always insisted on showering thoroughly and applying fragrant lotion.

You can call him effeminate, but you absolutely cannot smell the stench of the apocalypse.

Twenty minutes later, Pan Han drove his Bentley straight to the transaction villa.

"Being rich is great; so many villas, so many cars. And all of them are good stuff." Pan Han sat on the soft seat, immersed in the quiet car interior, the 12-cylinder engine emitting a deep roar, and the top-tier sound system playing "Little Apple."

Vehicles following on the road, seeing this Bentley SUV with its very small license plate number, all made way, trying to keep their distance.

When you succeed, everyone around you is a good person! Pan Han couldn't help but recall a famous actor's profound saying.

"Brother Bo, why don't you take the first role?" Pan Han had a sudden inspiration, and ideas gushed forth.

After driving dozens of kilometers, Pan Han arrived at the transaction villa again.

This time, his mood was completely different; an indescribable sense of ease and comfort, as if he had returned home.

He had already prepared five large black bags, each filled with one hundred kilograms of gold, a total of five hundred kilograms. Originally, he had over a ton in his space, but loading it into an SUV was too cumbersome, and he might even need a separate truck or pickup.

However, with so much gold, trading with a pickup truck just felt off somehow.

He decided to split it into two transactions. He would do one batch today, and deal with the rest later. Anyway, half a ton of gold was enough to buy rice and flour.

As for Uncle Cheng, let alone two transactions, even twenty, he probably wouldn't complain.

Uncle Cheng, with two young men in black suits, was already waiting at the entrance.

Upon entering, Pan Han parked the car and opened all the car doors.

"Uncle Cheng, sorry to keep you waiting!" Pan Han nodded to Uncle Cheng.

"No problem, President Pan. Serving you knows no early or late." Uncle Cheng motioned for the two young men to get the gold.

Five large bags: one in the passenger seat, two in the back seat, and two in the trunk.

One of the young men, seemingly strong and with thick arms, walked directly to the trunk, preparing to lift one bag with each hand.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lifted them slightly, his arms couldn't bear the weight, and he quickly put them down again.

Uncle Cheng saw everything, his expression slightly awkward, but his heart was startled; this was another big order.

As soon as the young man tried, he probably realized each bag weighed about one hundred kilograms. So, he lifted the bags with both hands, slowly picking them up, and laboriously carried them into the villa.

Gold is a precious metal; it has two characteristics: one, it's expensive, and two, it's heavy!

In layman's terms, it's dead heavy.

The young man had only taken a few steps when his hands began to hurt from the strain, so he had to put them down and rest for a bit.

The other young man, naturally, experienced the same.

The two exchanged glances, looking more foolish than awkward.

Wasn't this a slap in Uncle Cheng's face?

Pan Han glanced over and immediately understood their situation, so he didn't stand on ceremony. He went to the back seat, picked up one bag in each hand, spread his arms slightly, and walked away with them.

Uncle Cheng and the two young men were all greatly astonished at the sight!

Carrying two hundred kilograms by hand, so effortlessly, and with his arms still spread!

If you've ever bought things, you'd know that when leaving a supermarket with a large bag of goods, it's usually easiest to let your arms hang down; the more you spread them, the more effort it takes.

"Good kid! He's really damn amazing!" Uncle Cheng secretly praised, then walked to the passenger seat and picked up a bag of gold.

"My goodness, it really is two hundred catties!" Uncle Cheng's body was fine, and his strength was sufficient, but he was older, and his back wasn't very good, so bearing two hundred catties was quite strenuous.

However, he couldn't possibly let Pan Han come back to help him.

Uncle Cheng braced himself, and with his two subordinates, grunting and groaning, they dragged and pulled the gold inside.

Between the lines, the difference in skill was immediately apparent!

It was still that saying: that year, with my arms spread wide, I knew no opponent.

Pan Han walked into the hall, placed the bags on the ground, and without looking back, went straight to sit on the sofa.

After a while, Uncle Cheng and the two men slowly arrived, grimacing as they put down the bags, all letting out a long sigh of relief.

"President Pan, I didn't expect you to be so modest about your true abilities," Uncle Cheng clapped his hands, genuinely praising him.

Having fought for so many years, he admired strong people the most; at this moment, his favorable impression of Pan Han increased again.

If it weren't for needing to protect the Wang family, he would have very much wanted to become sworn brothers with Pan Han.

Age wasn't important; strength was the fundamental thing.

"Just young, that's all. Uncle Cheng is the one who's still strong in old age," Pan Han waved his hand, speaking politely.

"Hmph, you two, did you hear what President Pan said?" Uncle Cheng turned to look at his two followers, showing them no mercy.

"Uncle Cheng's teaching is right. We'll strengthen our training." The two nodded repeatedly, quickly agreeing.

The two had been following Uncle Cheng for three or four years. They could be said to be his most capable subordinates.

But in this situation, the two secretly muttered to themselves that if Pan Han were to make a move, they would all be laid out.

"Alright, Uncle Cheng, don't make it hard on the young men. I brought five hundred kilograms today. You two go and verify it first."

"You two go inside and find a small cart to transport it out before verifying it," Uncle Cheng nodded and instructed.

"Yes!" The two quickly ran to the basement.