"Damn! Where did you get so much gold?" Zhao Meng asked Yang Jing in surprise. Even he couldn't help but swear when he suddenly saw so much gold.
This is an independent small villa near the Bay Area, located halfway up a mountain. After Yang Jing obtained his green card, Guo Dabao instructed Zhao Meng to buy it for four million US dollars.
However, Zhao Meng never expected that when he came to the villa again after more than four months, he would find so much gold in the basement of the villa.
"Haha, Uncle Zhao, would you believe me if I told you that this is someone's treasure that I got?"
"Someone's treasure?" Zhao Meng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Believe it, why not? Even if I don't believe it, these golds in front of me can't deceive me, so I would rather believe that you got someone's treasure."
After a pause, Zhao Meng approached Yang Jing mysteriously and asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me, Uncle Zhao, whose lair did you rob?"
"Guess..." Yang Jing said with a smile, and Zhao Meng's face suddenly fell. "Uncle Zhao, I can give you a hint. This guy died a few years ago, and when he was alive, he was a famous dictator. Americans hated him very much."
Zhao Meng tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked uncertainly, "Is it Saddam?" As soon as he said this, he shook his head again, "No, it shouldn't be Saddam's treasure. This guy was indeed rich enough to rival a country when he was in power, but his property has been closely monitored since his death, and Saddam didn't have the conditions to hide so much gold."
"By the way, if I'm not mistaken, the owner of this treasure should be Gaddafi!" Zhao Meng said very affirmatively.
"Fuck!" This time even Yang Jing couldn't help but swear, "Uncle Zhao, you are too awesome, right? You can even guess this?"
"Hey, what's the big deal? I'm just guessing based on your hint. A dictator, and he can hide so much gold privately, especially since all this gold is produced by the Metalor Group. There are not many people in the world who have the ability to get so many standard gold bars produced by the Metalor Group. Saddam has this power, and so does Gaddafi."
"However, the numbers on these gold bricks indicate that they were produced in 2007, when Saddam was already dead, so these gold bricks could not have been left by Saddam. Among the remaining people, the most likely one is Gaddafi."
Yang Jing gave Zhao Meng a thumbs up again, "Uncle Zhao, you guessed right, these treasures did come from Gaddafi."
"So when did you find the gold? Was it when you went to the O'Hama oil field last time? No, you didn't have the time to look for Gaddafi's treasure."
"Uncle Zhao, please don't make random guesses. When I first came to the United States, didn't I go to the Caribbean for a week? To be exact, it was during that time that I discovered a modern shipwreck while diving in the Bajo Nuevo Shoal. The gold was salvaged from that shipwreck."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Meng asked in surprise: "You lost contact for almost a week last time, was it to get this gold?"
Yang Jing pretended to be embarrassed and said, "Well, I was afraid that someone would find my location, so I turned off the satellite phone. I am sorry to have made you worried."
"Then tell me about it quickly." Zhao Meng seemed very interested in the shipwreck.
"It's nothing, actually. I went out on a boat trip from the Cayman Islands and went to the Bajo Nuevo Shoals. The water there was nice, so I went diving. I found a sunken yacht at a depth of more than 20 meters. The gold was in the cabin of the yacht. In addition to the gold, there were some other things. Here they are."
As Yang Jing spoke, he took out the boxes containing the diamonds and bearer bonds.
"When I found the gold and these things, they were all sealed in this kind of weapon box. Because the seal was very good, no water got into it. It took me more than two days to fish these things out bit by bit, and then I sealed them in wooden boxes and asked someone to smuggle them here."
Looking at those diamonds and bearer bonds, Zhao Meng's eyes almost popped out.
"Damn! You have such good luck..." Today might be the day when Zhao Meng swore the most in the past ten years. He had no choice but to swear because the things that Yang Jing took out were really too shocking.
Forty tons of gold are worth $1.4 billion; these ten small boxes of diamonds are worth at least $20 million; as for these bearer bonds, the face value is as high as $600 million, which adds up to more than $2 billion!
As for the 80 million Euros in 500-dollar notes that Yang Jing took out, that was cash and was easy to exchange.
Of course, Zhao Meng didn't know that this was only part of Gaddafi's treasure. Yang Jing didn't take out the rubies, sapphires, black opals, and Libyan gold meteorite glass. He also kept two of the twelve small boxes of diamonds. As for the golden mask and golden scepter, it was even more impossible for Yang Jing to take them out.
The things he took out today can all be converted into cash directly, and are relatively easy to convert into cash.
"So what do you want to do with these things?" Zhao Meng asked. Seeing that Yang Jing didn't want to talk about the treasure in detail, Zhao Meng was very tactful and stopped asking more questions, but directly changed the subject.
"It's very simple, Uncle Zhao. I would like you to exchange these things for cash. I have an investment that requires a lot of funds, so it's best to exchange all these things for tradable cash."
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