When Wang Quan placed the ten gold ingots on the table, Zhao Yan’s eyes lit up.
Hearing is believing, but seeing is reality; for the first time, Zhao Yan truly grasped the weight of one hundred taels. Each gold ingot was plump and rounded, sitting in a neat row on the table. Zhao Yan simply couldn't look away. Back in his previous life, his mother had been obsessed with collecting gold jewelry, and he used to think it was tacky—but now, he felt as though he had been slapped in the face.
This wasn't tacky; it was pure, undeniable luxury. It seemed that once a person reached a certain age, an innate love for gold was awakened, and Zhao Yan was no exception.
Chapter 72