"Yes...antiques! I brought several boxes of antiques from your country that were lost in the West. God said that more antiques will be collected gradually, and once the collection is complete, they will all be sent to your country."
Yang Ming chuckled upon hearing this: "You were so tough yesterday, but you chickened out today."
Fang Xiu frowned slightly: "Anything else?"
"And also... God said that if you have any other requests, we can talk about them; everything is negotiable," the woman said nervously.
After saying that, she added, "Commander Fang, the Joint Bureau also doesn't want to see your country go to war with the West. You see, since the West has already backed down, why don't you..."
Are you teaching me how to do things?
Fang Xiu glanced at her indifferently, and the woman felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, as if she had seen hell in those dark eyes.
"No... I wouldn't dare."
Where are the antiques?
A staff member immediately replied, "They are stored in warehouse number 1. They have been checked and are all genuine. They have not been tampered with."
"Take me to see it."
"Yes, Captain!"
Led by staff, Fang Xiu and his group headed to Warehouse No. 1.
The white woman from the Joint Directorate was ignored.
The Joint Bureau sounds like an investigation agency that oversees the entire world, but in reality, it has long been defunct and is merely a mouthpiece between powerful nations.
Upon arriving at Warehouse No. 1, the staff quickly opened the boxes containing the antiques. There were ten boxes in total, ranging from small porcelain bowls and jade pendants to large bronze tripods and bronze figurines. Each piece was exquisitely crafted, with simple and ancient patterns, exuding an aura of time.
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