America: Starting with Daily Intelligence-Chapter 394 - 269 I Believe in God_3

While feeling around the deepest part of the cardboard box until he touched a foam board, his hand then grasped a heavy, rod-shaped object. Taking it out and wiping off the mud, it was a bit dazzling to the eyes.

It was a shiny 320g bar of gold.

One bar, two bars, three, four bars. The General Sect Leader directly collected them without any obstacle, and moved out a small chest full of them.

The old men on board were all stunned, and the crew members were also dumbstruck.

Envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"wtf!!"

"That much gold?"

"Guys, hurry up and take a photo for the memories!"

Old Black, seeing so much gold, couldn’t keep his eyes off it. He even felt a primitive impulse stirring.

But then again, glancing at the vast sea surrounding them, with the four individuals each carrying a bulging tactical chest pack, he sighed regretfully.

If they really dared to harm a client, any accidents on this sea trip would result in an investigation by the police upon their return, and it would certainly be a huge blow to the treasure hunting activities. No one would then be willing to come and rent a boat for fun, resulting in a loss not worth the gain. More importantly, they couldn’t beat them!

Sieg and Jason immediately took control of the situation, while Melvin checked the gold bars: 320g each, totaling 25 bars, which is 8000 grams.

"Boss. Oh my God! We’ve struck it rich!! This batch of gold is worth at least five hundred thousand!!"

Melvin was over the moon.

Allen Zhang waved his hand, signaling to calm down.

The General Sect Leader had seen much bigger things, this was nothing!

The crew genuinely congratulated them, requesting to take pictures together, which the General Sect Leader, after some thought, agreed to. He let Sieg and the others hold the gold for a group photo, preferring to stay out of the limelight himself.

After all, cooperation with their promotional work was needed!

Having freeloaded the fishing boat and retrieved hundreds of thousands in gold, they should give something back; it was conducive to the popularity of the treasure-hunting activities.

After the photoshoot, Melvin found a handbag to collect all the gold bars.

Trying his best to lift it, the weight felt heavy in hand.

A burden of 16 pounds isn’t that heavy, but when replaced with gold worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, the mental pressure of holding it in your hand is tremendous!

"Guys, take us back." Allen Zhang said with a smile, greeting the old captain.

"Aren’t you continuing the treasure hunt? You guys are so lucky." The old captain, taking several pictures with his phone, enviously said, "If I had your luck, I could’ve retired and lived off my savings."

Unbelievable.

He thought it was just some young novices, going out to sea to earn a bit of boat fare. But they went out once and directly netted hundreds of thousands! More than he had earned in a lifetime of hardship at sea.

The old captain was utterly numb; he had never seen anything so outrageous.

"Even luck runs out. I don’t think I could continue to find new treasures; it’s not within our plan. God hasn’t directed me to continue searching for other treasures," said Allen Zhang.

"Alright then." The old captain nodded in agreement, signaling the crew to start the boat for the return journey, before curiously asking, "Which church’s God did you pray to?"

Allen Zhang pondered and said, "I believe in the Supreme Jade Emperor, the Supreme God of Heaven."

The old captain: ?

Wait, why is this God’s name so long? Does God even have a name?

He wouldn’t understand if you spoke in Chinese to him.

What now? Thank you very much.

With a full haul, the Fox 009 fishing boat docked at the harbor area. Allen Zhang disembarked, along with Sieg and the others, stepping through the port’s entrance, waving goodbye to the old captain.

"Remember, praying to God in the church doesn’t work; you must go to Chinatown and get a portrait to hang at home, and you need to burn incense and worship during the seasonal festivals! It must be on Eastern holidays, you have to offer dumplings to God during the festivals, not turkey."

Allen Zhang advised, "Sincerity brings the divine."

"Ok, ok." The old captain quickly nodded, jotting down the words in his notebook.

He hadn’t been a believer before, but now he had no choice but to believe.

He would worship when he returned!

Allen Zhang led his group away from the port, placing the gold in the back seat of the Jeep, contemplating how to deal with this batch of gold. freёwebnoѵel.com

It had been a while since he visited old George, selling the gold to him at market price seemed like a good choice; at least he had the capital to buy it all in one go, converting it to cash.

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