"Grandpa!" Guo Tailai had a beautiful meal of hand-rolled noodles at Mr. Zhao's house. After dinner, he told the situation he was facing in Mr. Zhao's study. He was very frank. Except for Kusai who is still alive and does not know his identity, he said everything else: "It's just like this now, a batch of cultural relics and a batch of gold, the boat is still on the sea, and it will take several days to come back. I don't know what to do. Please always think of a solution for me."

"Part of the exhibits and local specialties of the Iraqi National Museum?" Even though Mr. Zhao had known that Guo Tailai had gone to Iraq to receive some gifts from Americans, he still didn't expect that it would be such a gift? He couldn't help but vent his anger and called him: "You really dare to ask for it? What's the difference between you and the Eight-Nation Alliance that looted the Old Summer Palace back then?"

"Grandpa!" Guo Tailai knew that Mr. Zhao was jealous of evil. Last time he consulted about his attitude towards those treasures in India, the old man made it clear and quickly explained: "I took it back, thinking of donating it back after their political situation is stable. If I don't take these things, I will still be taken away by someone, but I really don't know which auction I can see them at."

"Do you still understand?" After hearing Guo Tailai's explanation, Mr. Zhao's face was a little better, but he was still a little dissatisfied: "You have such a good relationship with the Americans now? Are they willing to give you such things?"

"What are you doing? Old man?" Grandma Zhao, who pushed the door and came in to deliver fruits, heard Grandma Zhao scolding Guo Tailai as soon as she entered the study. She couldn't help but protect her grandson-in-law: "The child has just returned, so what can't be said?"

"We are talking about serious matters, why don't you knock on the door when you come in?" Mr. Zhao couldn't get angry with the old lady, so he could only frown and complain.

"You are a retired old man, what else can you do?" Grandma Zhao didn't care at all. If she had said nothing when she was still working, it would be important to talk about things in the study and would never come in easily. But now a retired old man dares to blow up thorns in front of me? Putting down the fruit, he said directly: "It's not easy for the child to run outside. If you can help, please help me. If you can't help, stay honestly. Why do you get angry at the child?"

"Hey?" Mr. Zhao was angry with Grandma Zhao: "Do you know what he did? Just protecting him like this?"

"He dares to confess face to you face to face, it is definitely not a bad thing." Grandma Zhao said with confidence: "A fat man is such an honest child, you have been sentenced twice by you. If you come up with an idea, you have to criticize him first. How about you? How about living your official addiction in front of your child?"

"I can't tell you clearly!" Mr. Zhao was really helpless in front of the old lady, and blushed: "Aren't you trying to find a way for him now? Why are you anxious?"

"If you think of a way, you can find a way. What kind of anger?" Grandma Zhao walked to the door, opened the door and went out. Before closing the door, she did not forget to remind Guo Tailai: "Fatty, if the old man dares to get angry, tell grandma, grandma will make the decision for you!"

"Oh!" Guo Tailai agreed to this so good! It feels so good that someone supports him!

Grandma Zhao went out, and Mr. Zhao became angry and calmed down, "I'm so worried! Fatty, how many historical relics have you brought back this time?"

"More than one hundred..." Guo Tailai replied quickly. When Mr. Zhao heard more than one hundred, he was still calm, but then the unit behind Guo Tailai said: "Car!"

Puff! The soft yellow peach that Mr. Zhao had just eaten into his mouth was sprayed out directly. Cultural relics and carts also? What kind of car is it?

"More than 100 military trucks." Guo Tailai tried to make the unit smaller, so that the old man could not accept it all at once. When the old man asked in detail, Guo Tailai could only answer honestly: "It looks like more than 1,000 tons."

The anger that Mr. Zhao had just suppressed, and then burst out again: "How much is it?"

"More than 70,000 pieces!" Guo Tailai didn't dare to fool him anymore, and quickly said the exact number.

It may be because of Grandma Zhao's majesty, or because she had known that the number was not small when she knew more than 1,000 tons. So after Mr. Zhao knew this number, he calmed down and did not get angry anymore. He just sighed: "If the country is weak, you will be beaten!"

Guo Tailai deeply agrees with this! The Chinese nation has suffered from deep pain, and I definitely empathize with it.

"You have to donate these cultural relics back, what about the gold?" Mr. Zhao did not ask about the cultural relics next, but asked about how to deal with gold.

"Theoretically, cultural relics are precious material and cultural heritages, and they must be returned." Guo Tailai was very organized and had considered these issues before, so he quickly replied: "But I have paid for gold, and I have obtained it myself, these are mine."

"If the amount is not large, you can keep the gold yourself." Hearing that the gold was paid by Guo Tailai, Mr. Zhao would not say much. Labor remuneration and money are natural for work. The service of the fat man is not cheap, so it is normal to use gold to pay the debt.

"It's useless for me to keep it, it's just to keep it." Guo Tailai quickly confessed: "I mean, if the country needs it, I can sell it to the country and follow the market price. But I'm a little worried that it may not be good to take out the gold from the Americans' noses at once, and it will be very troublesome if the news leaks out."

"How much gold did you take?" Hearing Guo Tailai's concerns, Mr. Zhao's face changed instantly. Before, he only knew that Guo Tailai had a batch of cultural relics and a batch of gold to deal with, but he didn't know the specific quantity. Now he realized immediately that it was definitely not a little quantity.

"Seven...more than seven hundred tons!" Guo Tailai timidly said the numbers: "The Americans have never found the gold buried before the war that belonged to Saddam and his son."

At the beginning, Mr. Zhao thought it was more than 70 tons. If it were this number, a country could digest and dispose of it at will, but it was more than 700 tons. Mr. Zhao had a bang in his mind and almost saw stars.

"What is the price of gold now?" With Guo Tailai here, the old man's body must have recovered quickly. After calming down, the first question the old man asked was this.

"This year has increased by about 50% compared to last year." Guo Tailai hurriedly replied: "The US dollar is more than 11 billion, and if it is exchanged for RMB, it is estimated that it will cost more than 90 billion."

Now Mr. Zhao immediately understood why Guo Tailai said it was difficult to deal with. This number is definitely a huge trouble!

"You wait outside and don't come in easily." After closing your eyes and thinking for a while, Mr. Zhao ordered Guo Tailai, "I'll make a call."
Chapter completed!