Zhang Cheng frowned.
"That doesn't make sense, Uncle Hongzhao. If the Prince really knew where it was, why hasn't he gone to retrieve it all these years?"
"How could we take it? After the war against Japan, the focus was on confiscating the landlords' property. If he had taken out that gold, would he have survived?" Wang Hongzhang argued. "Later, one political movement after another came, and he dared not do it again!"
"And what about these past few years?" Zhang Cheng pressed. "Perhaps this was just a casual sketch by the prince?"
Even he himself didn't believe it when he said that.
Given the prince's composure, he would never leave behind such meaningless graffiti.
Wang Hongzhao shook his head, his eyes filled with unwavering determination: "I don't care, I just believe that this painting contains the location where the Japanese buried their gold!"
Looking at his almost obsessive expression, Zhang Cheng wanted to say a few words of advice.
What's the difference between this and finding a needle in a haystack?
But when his gaze fell on the painting again, his heart skipped a beat.
In the lower right corner of the painting, at the feet of those Japanese soldiers, there is a very inconspicuous mark that is almost blending into the folds.
It was a hastily written, lightning-like symbol.
Others might not understand it.
But Zhang Cheng's pupils suddenly contracted!
That wasn't lightning!
That's clearly the logo of the State Grid Corporation of China in later generations!
How could a Japanese soldier from the War of Resistance Against Japan draw a symbol that would only appear decades later?
unless……
Unless the prince used his last strength to paint this picture before his death, and the reference he saw was a power transmission tower that had already been built in later generations!
He used this symbol, which only future generations would understand, to mark the coordinates of the treasure's location!
A crazy idea exploded in Zhang Cheng's mind.
He remained calm, folded the yellowed paper neatly, and returned it to Wang Hongzhao.
“Uncle Hongzhao, this is unreliable. Think about it, there are countless ancient tombs in these mountains, each one teeming with treasures. But who can find them? It’s not worth wasting your energy on something so vague.”
His tone was sincere, as if he genuinely cared about the other person's well-being.
Instead of dreaming of windfall gains, it's better to be down-to-earth.
Upon hearing this, the light in Wang Hongzhao's eyes dimmed slightly, and he sighed.
He knew Zhang Cheng was telling the truth.
But that's gold after all.
Zhang Cheng patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
However, the moment he turned around, his eyes became incredibly deep.
That mountain, the mountain with the power grid towers...
Where exactly is it?
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