As the first group of passengers departed, the second batch of shuttles appeared on the horizon. Andrew quickly called for a large backpack, loaded the remaining gold bars into it, attached it to a forklift, and urged the driver to leave the landing zone immediately.

On the way back, he calculated all the way. After deducting the gold given to Miches, there were a total of 8 gold bars left, totaling 16 kilograms. This was a huge sum of money for anyone.

A forklift drove into the warehouse.

Andrew instructed the forklift driver to drive away, then carried his bag into a corner where many wooden boxes were piled up. Finally, as if making up his mind, he pulled out a gold bar from his bag and stuffed it into his shoulder bag.

This is the backpack he usually carries when going to and from get off work, and he specially brought it with him this time.

After doing all this, Andrew dragged his bag to the logistics office and threw the bag of gold bars onto the logistics officer's desk. As the latter looked puzzled, he quickly unzipped the bag to reveal the gold inside.

"Fuck!" The logistics officer's sleepy eyes suddenly straightened up. He jumped up from his seat and slapped himself several times.

After feeling the real pain, he covered his red face and asked in a trembling voice, "Andrew, where did you get this thing?"

"It's the confiscated contraband, so what?" Andrew looked calm and composed, as if he was doing his job impartially.

"This...this..." The logistics officer rubbed his hands, "Are you planning to report it like this?"

"What else?" Andrew glared at him. "According to regulations, all supplies confiscated at the evacuation point must be registered and turned in. What? You want to keep them for yourself?"

"I dare not," the logistics officer shook his head repeatedly. "But Andrew, think about it. You have a three-year-old daughter, and my son just started kindergarten. When it's our turn in two months, we don't know what the future will hold."

"What do you want to say?" Andrew asked knowingly.

"Look, there are a total of 7 gold bars here." The logistics officer stopped talking, his meaning was very clear.

This old fox wanted to take one of the bars and split it in half with him. Andrew sneered inwardly, laughing at the logistics officer's cowardice. He only dared to take half of the eight gold bars, and the other half was obviously a hush money for him.

"I haven't counted them yet." Andrew pulled up a chair and sat down. "But you have to tell me what this thing is used for."

The man had always been enthusiastic about collecting precious metals like gold, but when everyone had to move out of their homes, he couldn't figure out what the point of collecting gold was.

"Don't tell me to exchange it for money on the black market. It's like waste paper now."

"No, no, no." The logistics officer stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Andrew. "Have you heard of national transport?"

"What's that?"

"Ah, it's normal that your unrelated departments don't know about this kind of thing." The logistics officer showed a relieved expression and continued in the face of Andrew's unhappy eyes.

"The so-called national carrier is that Martian AI... what's it called? Oh, Bai Yi. It's a payload for the entire Luofan civilization that he promised to the United Nations."

"These payloads are primarily used to carry some of the company's production materials, equipment, and supplies. Precious metals are naturally considered a type of material."

"The total amount a country can carry is fixed, but the specific amount each country can receive is allocated by the United Nations."

Having said that, the logistics officer clenched his fist and made a gesture of control over everything.

Andrew smiled knowingly. Everyone knew what Ake loved to do most. This country must have obtained a considerable portion of the quota.

"Humanity's understanding of gold is correct. It is a rare metal in the entire universe. Although the majority of the Galactic Alliance has long since departed from the gold standard, we have confirmed that some underdeveloped regions, such as indigenous reserves, still have traditional gold-standard economies."

"It's not just Ake. Other countries in the world are also working hard to accumulate gold reserves. The value of these things in the future may even far exceed their current value. Do you know what a new world adopting a gold standard means? It means that we can use this gold to exchange technology with advanced civilizations, and then usher in a new era of great navigation in other places..."

Seeing that the logistics officer was talking more and more, Andrew interrupted him at the right time.

"I'm not interested in the grand voyages or small ones. Anyway, gold is hard currency over there."

"Yes." The logistics officer adjusted his glasses. "The value will only increase, not decrease."

"Okay, but how do we carry it over?" Andrew held up a corner of the backpack with one hand. Since he was sitting down, he had to use a lot of strength to lift half of it.

"The weight limit for each person is only 20 kilograms, and going through security is too risky. Besides, have you ever considered that you might have other valuables later on? You can't just carry money in your bag."

The logistics officer was stunned. He hadn't expected Andrew to think so far. Andrew saw the astonishment in his eyes and his contempt for the logistics officer increased.

As expected of someone who has been in this position for more than ten years without any promotion, it is rare for him to be so short-sighted.

"Actually... there is a way," the logistics officer said sullenly, "but you have to promise me that if you come across anything valuable in the future, don't forget me."

"Okay, okay," Andrew said impatiently. "Just like today, everything on the books will be handed over, and the remaining residue will be split 30% and 70%."

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