"What a broken thing..."

Zhang Chu cursed, wanting to cry without tears. He is not an arms dealer, why do you want these guns?

When he took these things back, he was discovered... no matter what the origin of the things were, he would definitely have to go to the prison for dinner. I don’t know how many years it would take to come out.

"Okay, now it's really certain, this is the secret library of bandits."

Wang Feng felt helpless, and he was also desperate.

"I don't believe it, it's all guns."

Zhang Chu was unwilling to give up and looked at the other boxes.

At that moment, he greeted Wang Feng, moved the other boxes down, and inspected them one by one.

In fact, there are indeed other things in the remaining boxes besides arms, such as grenades, land mines, and cold weapons such as big knives and forks.

Even a large box was filled with a decay smell. This was the last box. When I opened it, I saw that there were all kinds of stale grains inside, which were emitting an uncomfortable smell.

Bang……

Zhang Chu kicked the box away with a sudden kick, and he went crazy. Thanks for so much effort, after giving hope, he gave a heavy blow. The ups and downs made his mentality collapse.

"Wait……"

Wang Feng was quite calm. He was vaguely in the box and heard unusual movements.

He immediately covered his mouth and nose and illuminated it with lights.

He took a long fork and carefully pushed away the decaying grains. Unpredictable, a small box came into his eyes. He moved his heart and wanted to fork out the box, but found that the box was very heavy and could not be picked up with one hand.

For a moment, he was active and didn't care much. He immediately hugged his hands and took out the box.

"This is……"

Zhang Chu's numb expression also had a little more vivid look.

But he covered his chest and his heart was overwhelmed. He didn't dare to hold hope anymore, for fear of being happy again, and he might vomit blood.

Wang Feng looked at the box with his arms and found that the box was not locked, and a gap was tightly connected and could not be opened.

"Bang!"

In an instant, he threw the box to the ground without hesitation. The box was split into pieces, and amid the jingling sound, many things exploded, flashing metallic light under the light.

The yellow, white, and the halos intertwined, shaking the eyes of both of them.

"ah……"

Zhang Chu looked down at him, dumbfounded, and then felt ecstatic: "Golden..."

Gold bars and silver dollars were spread all over the floor.

The yellow and white light is breathtaking.

"I just knew, I just knew..."

Zhang Chu jumped up, blushed, excited, excited, and danced: "There must be treasure."

"Yes, you guessed it right."

Wang Feng was also very happy and laughed: "We are going to get rich."

"Send it, send it."

Zhang Chu smiled like a three-year-old child. After half a month of hard work, he finally received rewards. This joy of harvest flowed with the taste of happiness, which made him intoxicated.

In laughter, the two picked up the gold bars and silver dollars and stuffed them into their backpacks.

Afterwards, they checked the cave repeatedly and confirmed that there was nothing else, so they went back home. The two of them would definitely not touch the arms or something, and they ignored it and ignored it.

They went from the tunnel to the cave outside and blocked the entrance of the tunnel.

After they were packed up, the two of them returned with a full load.

Returning to Du Nanxing's residence, closing the door, and naturally starting to take stock of the harvest.

Gold bars, small yellow croaker, two taels per piece.

"one two three……"

Zhang Chu counted three or five times and finally confirmed that there were twenty small yellow croakers. This was an integer, which could be regarded as the savings of the bandit leader.

The other silver dollars are relatively scattered, more than one hundred.

"call……"

Wang Feng picked up a silver dollar, learned the methods in film and television dramas, blew a breath suddenly, and then put it next to his ear to listen. He could really hear the sound of metal trembling.

“These are oceans.”

Zhang Chu smiled and said, "I looked at it and found that the things are quite mixed, including Long Yang, Ying Yang, Yuan Datou, Sun Xiaotou, and all kinds of miscellaneous... I don't know much, it can be considered an antique anyway."

"These things must not be sold directly as silver."

Zhang Chu said: "Let me look for people who know the industry, help me identify them, and then find some coin collectors to see if they are interested in purchasing..."

"Okay." Wang Feng had no objection.

"These oceans are not easy to calculate, but twenty small yellow croakers..."

Zhang Chu slowly calculated: "One and two taels, five taels per kilogram, twenty taels are four kilograms. One kilogram of gold, the current market price is about 130,000, and four kilograms are...500,000."

"Well……"

In an instant, Zhang Chu's smile froze, and he suddenly realized... the bandit's wealth seemed... not as much as he imagined.

You know, Wang Feng's crimson eye sold him for 8 million yuan and divided him with 400,000 yuan. There are also meteorites, although they were not sold, their value must be more than a few million yuan.

In comparison, gold worth only 500,000 yuan seems to be... unprofitable.

Five hundred thousand, two people split equally...

It's better than his commission to sell Crimson Eyes.

In an instant, Zhang Chu felt that his joyful mood suddenly dissipated most of the time.

It can only be said that time has changed and the situation is different.

If it were before the founding of the country, in the period of chaos, the secret depot of the bandits would definitely be a huge fortune. If you need guns and money, you can raise another group of people at any time.

This is the capital for the bandit leader to be prepared for danger in times of peace and conspire to leave himself with a comeback.

But today is different from the past.

For Wang Feng and Zhang Chu, things like arms are not only useless, but also harmful. The only valuable thing is a box of gold and silver dollars. These two things are also considered hard currency and are valuable in both ancient and modern times.

The problem is that the old saying goes well. Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times.

In the Taiping Dynasty, the value of gold is not as valuable as antiques and treasures. Therefore, it is understandable that twenty small yellow croakers are not as expensive as one-tenth of the Crimson Eye.

Why……

Zhang Chu sighed, feeling that he had sublimated, with no joy or sorrow. Now he can only hope that among the more than one hundred silver dollars, there are relatively rare versions worth millions.

Otherwise, he felt that he would become a joke...

"Huh, what is this?"

While playing with the silver dollar, Zhang Chu saw that there was something in his backpack.

Wang Feng's eyes turned, he immediately woke up and explained: "By the way, this is what I picked up in the dark river... At that time, I stepped on it and almost fell..."

"I looked at it at that time, and it seemed like a mirror, but later I found that it was not. Anyway, I was a little curious, so I picked up the thing and stuffed it into my bag...

"Um?"

Zhang Chu picked up the thing and looked at it for a moment, his expression changed: "Ah, this seems to be..."

"What?"

Wang Feng didn't hear it clearly.
Chapter completed!