Chapter 2320: Chapter 2322: Watching the Rise and Fall of the Tides with a Smile

"Base currency..." Feng Jun pondered for a moment and replied, "Initially provide no less than three hundred thousand tons of gold."

He had a preliminary estimate of the gold price, calculating one gram of gold at three hundred Huaxia currency (not pegged to the actual gold price). One ton of gold would be three billion Huaxia currency, and ten thousand tons of gold would be thirty trillion Huaxia currency.

If we assume the broad money supply is two hundred trillion Huaxia currency, then one million tons of gold would be more than enough, and three hundred thousand tons of gold would be sufficient to peg the Huaxia currency to gold.

Feng Jun genuinely wanted to serve his country, and gold held little significance for him—it was Spirit Stones he needed more. However, in terms of specific operations, he wouldn’t release all the gold at once.

The massive nugget of gold he had in his hand contained at least several thousand tons of gold. But once released, far exceeding the amount of reserves might lead to something undesirable happening.

He wasn’t afraid of trouble, and to put it bluntly, there aren’t many weapons in the Earth Realm that could hurt him. Considering the delivery method and reaction time specifically, there are even fewer, practically none.

But he didn’t like trouble, and...while he was immune to most tricks and schemes, the people around him might not be.

Some things shouldn’t be probed too deeply, but as the saying goes, don’t easily test the human heart.

Many times, good intentions result in mistakes, not due to a lack of ability or intelligence, but because of naivety.

Feng Jun planned to do something truly good, beneficial to both the nation and the people, and acting prudently is the responsible attitude.

"Initially...three hundred thousand tons," Beauty Lin repeated numbly, with goosebumps covering both her long legs—not because of the cold, but because the news had shocked her so much, triggering a physiological response.

Then, she felt the pendant on her chest slightly warm up—this meant someone monitoring them had reacted.

Because Feng Jun detested eavesdropping and surveillance, Beauty Lin didn’t carry any communication devices when meeting Feng Jun, let alone recording equipment. Even mobile phones weren’t allowed.

These were Feng Jun’s rules, and for those who didn’t follow, they would quickly understand why he had the qualification to make rules.

Feng Jun wouldn’t easily punish people, but recording disruptors and electronic jammers were a must. Anyone trying to operate like this, firstly would find no effect, and secondly...they’d end up with no future.

So at this moment, Beauty Lin was actually very clean—she wouldn’t destroy the little trust they had just built, but...Feng Jun was indeed someone who had to be monitored.

Currently, their conversation was also being monitored, by a distant drone. As for what Feng Jun was saying, it could be analyzed and interpreted by lip-reading experts—those profiling Feng Jun now knew his speech habits better than he did himself.

Due to the rain, visibility was poor, making lip-reading quite difficult. However, in the latter half of their conversation, they consistently discussed one matter, which could be roughly guessed with some inference.

Upon discovering Feng Jun could provide three hundred thousand tons of gold, those monitoring were shocked but quickly reacted—Chief Lin, you must make this happen! 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

They couldn’t reach Beauty Lin nor rashly cause trouble at the mountain gate, so they could only inform her through limited means: You must agree to this matter—or at the very least, pay great attention.

To show their side’s importance, they still notified Beauty Lin—through that pendant.

The pendant wasn’t an electronic product, just an empty cavity capable of resonance, which could be activated from a distance within five kilometers.

As for the pendant warming up, it wasn’t due to electronics but rather a chemical reaction—very delicate resonance causing a shake among certain powders, generating heat through chemical reactions.

This heat wasn’t very hot, just enough to slightly remind Beauty Lin: Call back soon, or "pay attention"!

It had to be admitted, they had put a lot of effort into studying Feng Jun.

At least Feng Jun hadn’t discovered this method of information transmission yet, or maybe he had noticed, but since it wasn’t in the "electronics" category, he was willing to pretend ignorance—after all, they had shown him enough respect.

Beauty Lin rubbed her legs slightly to reduce the goosebumps, "You really scared me. Look...even goosebumps have popped up...don’t believe me, feel it."

"Feel it? Do you think I’m foolish?" Feng Junbai rolled his eyes at her, "My mom told me, when boys go out, they must learn to protect themselves, especially someone as handsome as me...three hundred thousand tons, I think it’s enough to initiate this project."

Beauty Lin finally snapped back to reality during his words and asked, "Is it pure gold, four nines?"

"No," Feng Jun shook his head, answering seriously, "It’s nugget gold, about seventy percent, fifty million tons of nugget gold; refining it should be relatively easy."

The cost of refining gold is high, but if the gold content is sufficient, the cost will be much lower. Of course, refining from one nine to four nines sharply increases the cost, but on a large enough scale, it decreases somewhat again.

In short, refining fifty million tons of seventy percent nugget gold to four-nines gold, roughly thirty-five million tons, the extra five million tons of gold are more than enough to cover the refining costs.

Beauty Lin nodded. She wanted to ask, "Where did you get this nugget gold," but didn’t dare, so she could only ask, "How much can you provide afterwards?"

"If everything goes smoothly, millions of tons won’t be a problem," Feng Jun replied very straightforwardly.

He wasn’t bluffing, perhaps even slightly warning, "if everything goes smoothly"—think about it, think carefully!

Beauty Lin’s mind started to explode again, but this time she controlled her emotions well and subconsciously asked, "If the higher-ups agree, how long will it take to transport the initial three hundred thousand tons?"

To be honest, she had no idea what the significance of her question was; she was completely bewildered.

But asking like this shouldn’t be considered rash—commodity exchanges require a deadline; it’s not like buying pancakes at a street stall.

Feng Jun gave her a strange look, "As long as the negotiation goes well, transport time...do you think that’s a problem for me?"

It’s really not a problem for you! Although Beauty Lin’s mind was exploding, she still figured this point out, then she asked dizzily, "Regarding the caretakers...do you have preferences for gender and appearance?"

What’s that supposed to mean? Feng Jun was stunned by her question, then shook his head with a helpless smile, "Can we keep things simple? A bit more sincerity, a bit less scheming, isn’t that better? You might as well ask where I would like the delivery."

Beauty Lin then realized what she had said and felt a bit embarrassed, wondering how she could speak like that.

But she calmed down, "You indeed have a roving eye, can you deny that?"

Her pendant heated up once she finished speaking.

"Does that concern you?" Feng Jun glanced at her helplessly, "Okay, if you have nothing else, please leave."

Beauty Lin also felt she had made a series of blunders and didn’t want to stay longer, so she took her leave.

Feng Jun sent her off, wondering if such a huge benefit would lead to a quick response from above.

The upper echelon indeed reacted swiftly; twenty minutes later, a helicopter landed at Cultural Town and took Beauty Lin away.

Yang Yuxin specifically found Feng Jun to clarify—Cultural Town was basically their joint venture, mainly managed by her team, "Some pressure is invisible...landownership is state-owned, you know."

"I understand," Feng Jun was understanding as always, nodding, "But next time, set up some barriers...make them understand that our willingness to cooperate is because we’re conscientious, not because they can come and go as they please."

Yang Yuxin, such a clever person, instantly understood, smiling and nodding, "That’s for sure; we have usage rights."

Feng Jun assumed that the helicopter’s quick arrival would be met with a quick result, but it was more than a month before Beauty Lin reappeared outside the mountain gate.

During this period, Beauty Lin contacted him by phone, but even if Feng Jun was in a state where he was available, he wouldn’t pick up her calls—if there’s business, come and discuss it directly; what good is tagging along over the phone?

Beauty Lin once again requested to see Feng Jun, received permission, and they met again at the number-one pump pavilion.

It was mid-spring, grass grew, warblers flew, butterflies danced, and bees buzzed; looking at Beauty Lin’s white moon retreat, Feng Jun joked, "Beware of mosquitoes."

Beauty Lin ignored his tease and spoke seriously, "I came back late, I hope you don’t mind."

"Even if I do mind, what can I do?" Feng Jun couldn’t help but mock, "After all, I’m not qualified to speak up...just take a look and watch Mai yuan oversupply and gold prices rise."

"Mai yuan oversupply is the reason for gold price increase," Beauty Lin casually replied, "But if gold production doesn’t catch up, most of the gold reserve is in Mai Nation, Mai yuan will eventually rise, and gold prices will fall...the two are not linked."

This is the true embodiment of Mai yuan’s hegemony, also their means of harvesting global leeks, she believes in Feng Jun’s intelligence—as a Bachelor of Business Administration, you should understand, right?

Feng Jun chuckled helplessly, he knew this theory all too well, "So if you come back a bit later, I don’t mind either, at worst, things won’t work out...do you think I’ll lose anything?"

When the gold prices fall, his loss would be considerable, but to him...is that important?

After all, he has a massive gold reserve; if gold prices fall, he really wouldn’t care; what does devaluation matter? As long as I have enough, do you believe I could crash the gold price down to silver?

Hurting others without benefiting himself? That’s right! In my eyes, currency is Spirit Stone, I really want to see, when massive amounts of gold are unleashed, will any countries reinstate the gold standard?

He truly isn’t worried—capable of crashing the market, and not relying on gold to live, why should he be anxious?

Realistically, countries seeking to monopolize his gold, restore the gold standard, and seize global financial dominance should be worried.