"Master Mingyang, are you here this time trying to sell goldfish?"

The old man asked with a smile, his tone was a bit urgent. It was obvious that the old man was very satisfied with the last transaction and made a lot of money.

"I want to ask your store to create something."

Jia Kedao smiled. He didn't have any gold for sale now. Even the gold used to make talisman pens was left for spare last time.

The old man was slightly stunned for the request that was beyond the reach, but then he laughed. If it was just a transaction relationship, the Taoist could find a gold shop to sell gold, but if he helped, with the Taoist's character, the gold would probably be sold to his own family.

I have to say that this old man is quite accurate in his view of people.

The old man nodded and agreed, and took Jia Kedao to the room behind the store.

The area here is not spacious, with two iron tables, and various utensils are placed on it. Jia Kedao only knows the blowing lights and small pliers inside, but he doesn't know anything else.

"Old man, I am the goldsmith in the store, the Taoist priest, tell me what you want to make."

Seeing Jia Kedao looking around, the old man thought Jia Kedao was looking for a goldsmith and said with a smile.

Jia Kedao was not polite, and after taking out the gold, he talked about his requests one by one.

The old man originally thought that Jia Kedao was going to make something like a Taoist crown oil lamp, but he didn't expect it to be just some pens.

This is a bit too simple.

There are brass and tin here. After all, as a gold shop, in addition to goods from large companies, it is impossible for me to go in without adding anything when I make jewelry.

No business is not business, this is the unbreakable truth.

After Jia Kedao told the old man some of the requests of Fu Bi, the old man entered the working state.

His face, which was always smiling, became serious immediately. He searched through the small drawer under the table for a while, found a copper rod, and kept burning it with an acetylene blow-down lamp.

Soon the copper rod was turned into a ball of solution in the container. The old man became busy, cutting a little from the gold bar from time to time and putting it into it, staring at it motionlessly.

Later, some silver wire was added.

The melting point of copper is only 1,083.4 degrees Celsius, while gold is 1,064 degrees, and silver is 961.78 degrees.

As for the flame blown out by the acetylene blowing lamp, the maximum temperature can reach 3200 degrees, which can easily melt these metals into liquid.

The mold was brought by Jia Kedao. I don’t know how many generations it has passed down, but it can be regarded as an antique in Laojun’s Temple.

After the alloy solution was prepared, the old man quickly poured the solution into the mold. As the mold was closed, the busyness was over.

It will take a lot of time to cool the alloy solution with a temperature of more than 1,000 degrees.

Jia Kedao started chatting with the old man.

This old man is called Wang Zixing, and gold shops are considered to be the ancestral property. At his fifties, he has been a goldsmith for more than 40 years.

After talking for a while, Wang Zixing sighed softly: "I'm afraid this ancestral property can't be passed on."

As Wang Zixing told the story, Jia Kedao also understood.

It turned out that Wang Zixing had two daughters and one son. He both went to college and stayed in another place to work, and then got married and had children and took root.

Most of the young people today are unwilling to do technical jobs such as goldsmiths, if not required.

Besides, Wang Zixing’s gold shop is not a big company, nor is it a listed company. It is simply delusion to let his son leave his job as a civil servant and inherit his ancestral property.

As for their daughter, Wang Zixing has a very old-fashioned thoughts in this regard. When a married woman pours water from her home, she can only leave some money for them before she dies.

Jia Kedao could only speak out about Wang Zixing's distress. He quietly opened his yin and yang eyes and saw Wang Zixing's three fires.

Although this old man is in his fifties, his life fire is very strong. Judging from his height and fire, it is probably okay to live for another 40 or 50 years.

His wealth is even more powerful. It is estimated that in two years at most, Wang Zixing will be very talented and his fortune will come.

Only his blessing fire is neither high nor low, his color is light, and his flame head is forked, which is a trend for the children to leave.

This means that even if Wang Zixing becomes the richest man in the world, his children will not be around.

It is not possible for Jia Kedao to interfere in Wang Zixing's family affairs. It is already very good to be able to act as a listener.

After the two chatted for a while, Wang Zixing gently opened the mold, and the alloy inside had condensed all the time, forming pen holders.

Wang Zixing put the cast pen rod into a transparent solution for several minutes, then took it out, rinsed it with clean water for a while, then rubbed it carefully with special sandpaper for a while, and then smiled at Jia Kedao and said, "Okay, look."

Jia Kedao took a pen holder, slammed it in his hand, drew a few strokes in the air, and nodded. The old goldsmith is amazing. The weight of this pen holder is exactly the same as his pen holder. As far as the goldsmith industry is concerned, Wang Zixing should be called a master.

Don’t underestimate this. If you can do this, then you won’t waste any materials making those jewelry. As for craftsmanship, don’t joke. What jewelry can’t be done with hands that can match various ingredients?

Jia Kedao looked at the pen-suppressing talisman on the pen holder, and it was very clear. Then he asked, "Master Wang, how much does this charge?"

Wang Zixing waved his hand: "Free, as long as Taoist priest, you come to take care of the old man's business next time."

Indeed, to outsiders, things that can be solved in just a short while will not cost much.

However, Jia Kedao knew that ordinary gold shops were not worthy of such materials. It was not difficult for those who were able to understand, but not for those who were difficult. It was like a bloody story that Jia Kedao had heard. The machine in a factory was broken and no one could repair it. Finally, he invited a foreign engineer. The other party drew a fork on the shell where the problem was caused and asked the workers to disassemble and repair it.

The machine was repaired and the foreigner charged 20,000 US dollars, and someone questioned, why are you so expensive? Isn’t it just a fork? The foreigner smiled and replied: “It’s not a cost to draw a fork, but you need to know where to draw a fork and it’s worth 20,000 US dollars.”

When Jia Kedao heard this story, when he went to the village primary school to go to the second grade of elementary school, his first reaction was to be an engineer in the future. Damn, it would cost 20,000 yuan to draw a fork, or US dollars. How much pork belly does he have to buy?

But now, the engineer has not become a member, but he understands the truth.

Therefore, Jia Kedao was unwilling to take advantage of Wang Zixing, so he nodded in agreement with the matter.

After leaving Wang Dafu's gold shop, Jia Kedao began to wander the street.

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Chapter completed!