DreamersGN Chapter 512 Issuing Certificates and Making Jewelry
Chapter 512 Issuing Certificates and Making Jewelry
Mei Ping cautiously took a step back.
Because Lu Yao looked a little smiling.
That kid's smile is never a good sign.
It's not that he hasn't taken advantage of himself before.
Who knows, salted pig's trotters might come out again.
Of course, Mei Ping didn't know the term "salted pig's trotters," but she was just in case Lu Yao suddenly attacked her.
It's really annoying when he pinches or picks at your fingers.
The more cautious she was, the more he wanted to laugh.
"Why don't you trust me at all? From the moment we met, when you relieved yourself in the woods and I helped you shoot away the lynx, you always doubted me because you were wrong. And now you still doubt me?"
"I have no more doubts. Tell me what you want to do?"
Mei Ping leaned against the table, instinctively hiding her bottom.
Lu Yao stood up and took out his letter of introduction:
"This is a letter of introduction that I obtained myself from the production team. You also need to help me obtain a certificate from the Public Security Bureau."
"What proof?"
Mei Ping never expected it to be such a serious matter.
Lu Yao also took out the gold bar:
"It was passed down from my grandmother's ancestors to my father, who secretly gave it to me. I want to get a bracelet made for my wife, but I need proof of purchase at the bank or jewelry store. Could you help me pay for it?"
Mei Ping was startled:
"Wow, gold? It's huge. It must weigh about two ounces."
Then he looked at Lu Yao: "Is it really your father who stayed behind?"
Lu Yao turned and left: "Don't ever say you know me again. How can we get along if we don't even have the most basic trust between friends!"
"Oh dear, why are you being so childish?"
Mei Ping pulled Lu Yao back.
"Nowadays, individuals cannot convert gold and silver into cash for sale. In principle, private goldsmithing is not encouraged. However, since this is an heirloom of yours... remember, once it's finished, it cannot be flaunted, much less sold."
"I know, it's for Ding Mei's betrothal gifts. She can't wear it, it's just for good luck."
"Uh-huh……"
Mei Ping's nasal voice vibrated for a moment, clearly indicating a hesitation:
"Okay, I'll drive it for you. Remember, be discreet."
If Mei Ping hadn't angered Lu Yao before and directly asked her to issue this certificate, she might not have agreed.
Now I also feel a little indebted to Lu Yao.
After all, this person had saved him time and time again.
They then issued a certificate to Lu Yao, proving that the gold bar was a family heirloom and obtained through legitimate channels.
Once stamped with the official seal, the gold bar becomes equivalent to having proof of identity.
To thank her, Lu Yao told her about Shi Shouyin's crimes.
These were all things Lin Dong told him, but he couldn't say that Lin Dong said them; he could only say that he was guessing. He could use this information to get Hou Yu to confess everything.
Without Lin Dong, Hou Yu understands Shi Shouyin the best.
If there aren't enough charges, then Mei Ping will have to bear responsibility for ransacking the headquarters' old home.
Although Mei Ping doubted Lu Yao's source of information, she dared not say it aloud.
She knew that no matter how suspicious Lu Yao was, he was still a friend, not an enemy.
Losing a good friend like Lu Yao would be a huge loss.
Now, Mei Ping, who is usually decisive, habitually asks Lu Yao for advice whenever she encounters something she's unsure about.
No wonder, Lu Yao appears to be a handsome young man, but in reality, he is a seasoned veteran who has experienced seventy years of historical changes, and naturally has unique insights and awareness.
Their ability to handle problems and analyze situations is unmatched by ordinary people.
Lu Yao took Mei Ping's certificate and left the compound.
He was still driving Hou Yu's car, which Mei Ping had specially allowed him to borrow for two days.
Mei Ping also told Lu Yao that the car Shi Shouyin lent him, the same car Lin Dong had driven off in, had been found on the riverbank in a neighboring county.
It must have been Lin Dong who discarded it there.
Some comrades have already gone to collect them.
Now that Shi Shouyin is dead, the key members have been arrested, and the remaining joint defense brigade is just a motley crew, it has been incorporated into the county committee.
From now on, Hao Limin will be the director, so naturally he won't do anything wrong.
The next step is to see if Mei Ping can pass the hurdle of submitting reasonable materials to higher authorities.
This is something Lu Yao can't help with.
I drove out to find a place where they could make gold jewelry.
Yongshun Gold and Silver Shop
It's hidden in an alleyway in the old city, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.
The shop had no signboard; only the faint words "Joint Public-Private Enterprise" on the lintel were still legible.
The wooden door was ajar, and when pushed open, it made a long, creaking sound, like opening a sealed chapter of time.
The shop was dimly lit, with only an old-fashioned glass counter that was empty and covered only with faded red velvet.
On the workbench against the wall, a lamp was lit, illuminating the various tools:
A small hammer, tweezers, a file, and a ceramic bowl containing an unidentified liquid. The air smelled metallic, mixed with the scent of aged wood and kerosene.
Lu Yao came here following the directions given by the bank staff.
First, after the bank's director confirmed that the gold bar was legally owned, he was given a permit and the craftsman's address.
This gold and silver shop is a subsidiary of the bank.
What was once a joint public-private enterprise has since become entirely state-owned.
The veteran craftsman is now a bank employee.
Is anyone there?
Lu Yao asked.
A cough came from inside, followed by slow footsteps.
An elderly man dressed in a dark blue Zhongshan suit lifted the curtain and came out.
He was about sixty years old, slightly hunched, but his eyes were unusually clear in the dim light.
He sized up Lu Yao without speaking, waiting for the newcomer to speak.
"Master, I need to get something done."
Lu Yao took out the certificate from his pocket, which now had the bank's official seal on it, and unfolded it flat on the counter.
The old man put on his reading glasses and leaned close to the lamp to look carefully.
His finger lingered on the words "Approved for processing" signed by the director for a long time.
He glanced at Lu Yao again, his voice hoarse: "Where are the things?"
Lu Yao took out a small handkerchief from his inner pocket and unfolded it layer by layer.
The gold bar landed on the red velvet with a dull, soft sound, its surface gleaming gently in the dim light.
The old man picked up the gold bar and, without using any tools, gently rubbed the surface with his fingertips, then looked at the blurry stamp on the side against the light.
"Goods from the 'Lao Qingyun' jewelry store in Shanghai in 1937."
He accurately stated the year and the jewelry store's name, "The purity is perfect, 98%. People nowadays can't melt it this pure anymore."
"You...recognize me?"
"I apprenticed in Qingyun." The old man put the gold bar back in the velvet cloth. "What are you doing?"
Lu Yao took out a cigarette paper from another pocket, on which a simple drawing was made in pencil:
"A pair of open round bangles, a ring, and a pair of earrings. The bangles should be solid and not too fancy, just... plain with two shallow lines along the edge. The ring should also be plain, and I've measured the size; it's this wide."
He held up his little finger, gesturing to the upper half.
He measured Ding Mei's ring finger.
The old man stared at the diagram for a long time:
"Who was you calling?"
"My mother and my wife are family, and the gold bars were originally family heirlooms."
In order to demand a decent dowry, they had to lie and say it was a family tradition.
Let Uncle Ma take advantage of this.