Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1169 - 561: Lin Juan

The statement that the village has no surveillance deeply shocked Qin Huai, who even subconsciously looked toward the door, wanting to see if the attendant outside the door was eavesdropping, and then involuntarily asked:

"There's no surveillance in the village, so where was the demolition back then?"

Lin Qi did not answer Qin Huai's question, instead he glanced at Qin Huai very vigilantly, looking him up and down before asking, "Big boss, are these two your new underlings?"

An Youyou said, "No, this is my newly acknowledged big boss, my new employer, who might give me 52% of the company's shares to help me make a comeback. When that happens, we'll live the good life; not lacking 3 gold bars, even 30 gold bars the big boss won't be short of."

Lin Qi's gaze toward Qin Huai suddenly filled with respect. He opened his mouth intending to give Qin Huai a fitting title, but couldn't decide how to address him.

Qin Huai quickly spoke up, "Mr. Lin, you can just call me Qin Huai."

An Youyou then introduced Shi Dadan, "This is my friend, Old Shi."

Lin Qi also looked at Shi Dadan with respect.

At this point, Qin Huai realized what was unusual about Lin Qi.

He had the body of someone in their seventies or eighties, but the spirit of someone in their thirties or forties. Lin Qi's dementia was quite severe; he didn't recognize his grandchildren nor his children, but he accepted the fact of An Youyou being a big boss in an instant.

Qin Huai speculated that Lin Qi's memory might have regressed to the years he received letters from An Youyou. Back then, Lin Qi could even accept the big boss rising from the dead, sending him 10 yuan; it wouldn't be surprising if he accepted a bit more, that the big boss didn't rise from the dead but turned around instead.

However, Lin Qi's memory wasn't completely degraded; he still remembered some nearby matters that were important to him, such as the demolition, his wife's serious illness, and his children's incompetence.

In truth, communication was quite smooth.

An Youyou promptly invited Lin Qi to sit down and quietly asked him where the gold was specifically buried, whether the village really had no surveillance, whether it was absent or whether Lin Qi forgot.

Only then did she lightly inquire about how Lin Qi had been faring these years.

Lin Qi was greatly moved, having not expected the big boss to care about the 3 gold bars while also caring about him. He cried like a seventy-year-old child, tears streaming unchecked.

As he was moved, he began recounting his experiences with somewhat muddled logic.

In Lin Qi's reasoning, he originally was just a simple, honest farmer-cum-accountant waiting in the production team for the big boss to return and lead him to prosperous heights; he didn't typically engage in sneaky deeds, the most he did was use his position to arrange some benefits for his family (record a couple of extra work points), later encountered the great fortune of half the village being demolished, which coincidentally happened to his family's old house.

Yes, the Lin family held two houses in the village.

Originally, Lin Qi thought, relying on his savings accumulated over many years and his son's remittances from working in the city to build a new house in the village, this life would be considered complete.

Just as he achieved a small completeness, a bigger completeness came--the whole village demolition, directly demolishing his family's originally unoccupied old house, leaving the new house.

After the new house was demolished, not only were three apartments compensated, but Lin Qi also received a substantial demolition compensation payment. Lin Qi experienced Shanghai's peak inflation years, and although during those years he didn't have a single coin in his pocket, he witnessed how the big boss's savings became worthless.

Lin Qi didn't understand economics, but he understood the big boss. He always remembered the big boss telling him, money was worthless, having money was not as secure as exchanging it for gold bars and burying them. So Lin Qi exchanged all his demolition compensation for 10 gold bars, buried them under the big tree in the courtyard of the new house. Over these years, because his children and wife needed money, he dug up and sold 7 of them, leaving 3 remaining.

At this point, Lin Qi confidently patted his chest and assured An Youyou that the 3 gold bars were definitely still there. At least they were there when he ran out of the nursing home a month and a half ago to check if the gold bars buried under the tree were still there.

Upon hearing this, An Youyou was nearly moved to tears.

Let's return to the matter of the gold bars.

Luo Jun's private detective, although skilled, still had issues in judging Lin Qi's assets. He could only determine that Lin Qi should have some pension money at hand, yet hadn't expected that back then Lin Qi had exchanged all his demolition compensation for gold bars, the gold price had been rising for these years, gold held its value remarkably well. Lin Qi supported his granddaughter's home purchase, his daughter's car purchase, paid off his spouse's chemotherapy expenses with those gold bars, now his bank card still held hundreds of thousands in cash, being yearly pension money from his children.

Lin Qi was talking about the gold bars when he recalled he still had a bank card, which also held money. He hurried to find the bank card, intending to give the card and password to An Youyou, but couldn't find it after searching for a long time, nearly bursting into tears again in anxiety.

An Youyou was also anxiously helping Lin Qi search.

Qin Huai had been listening from the side for quite a while, acutely noticing discrepancies in the amounts, and asked, "Mr. Lin, what kind of gold bars are you talking about?"

An Youyou, impoverished across three generations, completely lacked the concept of gold bar sizes, as well as concepts about Shanghai's housing prices.

Lin Qi, still searching for the passbook, murmuring there were over 300,000 left in the passbook, responded smoothly to Qin Huai's question, "Gold bars, of course, are Yellow Fish; back then, the big boss said the Yellow Fish were valuable."

Qin Huai: ...

A tidbit of cold knowledge: Yellow Fish is colloquially referred to as gold bars weighing ten taels. This tael uses the old system of measurement, with one tael approximately weighing 31.25 grams, thus one Yellow Fish weighs about 312.5 grams.