The fire in the Jingguo Divine Lavatory in the distance was still very hot, and outside the five-story tower in the Tianwang Temple on Huguo Mountain, Fang Lang was venting his dissatisfaction to Malik.
Unfortunately, as an American, Malik could not understand Fang Lang's feelings at the moment.
Malik shrugged and said:
"Fang, did you make a profit or a loss?"
Seeing Malik's expression, Fang Lang knew that he was talking at cross purposes. Malik was obviously only concerned about whether the value of the collection exceeded $600,000.
Fang Lang could only shake his head helplessly and said:
“The specific value cannot be determined yet. We need to transport them all away first. However, it seems that most of the collections here are from my hometown. Judging from the current market price, the price of these collections is not high.
Don't worry, I will follow our agreement. After the goods arrive safely in Brazil, we will arrange for an appraiser to conduct an appraisal, and I will pay you in cash according to the actual value."
Malik was slightly disappointed when he heard Fang Lang judge that the value of these collections was not high.
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This was not because Fang Lang deliberately lied to him. After all, the current Chinese collectibles market had no capital to speculate on. Although many people collected Chinese cultural relics, the prices were indeed not high.
It was not until the reform and opening up, when the people became wealthy, that Chinese collections began to be hyped up by foreigners in an effort to seize China's wealth.
Moreover, in Fang Lang's mind, these collections were originally his own treasures. It would be fine if he could give the two of them some hard work fees, but it was impossible for him to let Malik and Jason squeeze too much wealth from him.
Malik heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Fang Lang say that he would pay them in cash as agreed. No matter what the valuation was at that time, he would at least be guaranteed to get $200,000.
Such a large amount of money made Malik very satisfied.
As for distributing all the collections in proportion, Malik had never even thought about it.
What he wants is cash and Mane, not this damn pile of junk.
Of course, he knew very well in his heart that these things would appreciate in value after being collected for a period of time, but he could not wait any longer.
Once he retires and returns home, he will have to consider his own livelihood. Should he really go to work in the construction company that his father left to his half-brother?
Originally he should have had a share in this company, but now his father has left it all to his younger brother. What can he do?
It was because my biological mother passed away early, and now it is my stepmother who is in charge of the family. Leaving a job for me in the company is the biggest gift my stepmother can give me.
Therefore, Malik's current wish is to get a large sum of money as soon as possible, and start his own business after retiring. He has even decided to work in the construction industry.
Sooner or later, he will defeat his younger brother and let his father see what a stupid decision it was to hand over the company to his younger brother.
"That's good. Let's hurry up. Has your cargo ship arrived at Tokyo Bay? Don't wait until the cargo arrives at the dock but there is no ship to transport it."
"Don't worry! My supply ship had already arrived in Tokyo Bay before we boarded the plane."
"Are you going to use your supply ship to transport these supplies? I hope they won't be detained by the Brazilian military!"
"These goods don't belong to me alone. Do you think anyone in Brazil dares to say anything about the goods of the three of us?"
Originally, Malik felt that Fang Lang used the military supply ship to transport these goods in order to guard against himself and Jason, and he felt a little unhappy.
But now when he heard Fang Lang say that these were the goods for the three of them, he felt much more comfortable.
He stepped forward and patted Fang Lang on the shoulder and said:
"You're right. If there's someone who dares to cause trouble for us brothers, I'll let the gun on my waist teach him a lesson."
The quantity of goods was very large. Fortunately, Fang Lang had been prepared and insisted on asking Malik to arrange a full hundred trucks.
Now we can see how wise the original decision was. When all the goods were loaded onto the trucks, they filled more than seventy trucks.
Of course, this is also related to the poor load capacity of trucks in this era.
By the time all the goods were loaded onto the truck, the sky had begun to brighten and all the soldiers were extremely tired. After all, there were no loading tools like forklifts in later generations.
Moreover, Tennoji Temple in Tokyo is located on a mountain, so it is not as easy to move as on flat ground.
After all the goods were loaded onto the truck, Fang Lang finally climbed to the fifth floor of the five-story pagoda. Standing on the fifth floor, he could clearly see the Jingguo Divine Toilet in the distance.
The fire, which had been burning all night without any sign of abating, made the faint dawn in the eastern sky seem pale in comparison.
Fang Lang looked at this spectacular scene, feeling extremely proud. He felt that it would be an injustice to such a durable wood if he did not compose a poem.
However, after standing on the top of the five-story tower for more than a minute, he finally managed to say, "That's fucking great."
This made the adjutant Qi Qingshan and Colonel Malik standing beside them look puzzled!
However, Fang Lang had already expressed all his talent and went downstairs without looking back.
Looking at the two Marines on the first floor who were using two candles to set up a delayed ignition device, he said:
"Is this thing of yours reliable? Can't we have some high-tech timed equipment that matches our status? Even an alarm clock would be fine!"
As a result, the two soldiers said to Fang Lang awkwardly:
"Sir, we don't know what you are talking about."
Fang Lang waved his hands helplessly and said:
"Okay! You guys can do whatever you want! This broken tower will catch fire sooner or later anyway, so it doesn't matter if it catches fire today or not."
After saying that, he walked out directly, thinking in his heart that it seems that the cultural level of the soldiers in the army needs to be further improved! How can they not even make a basic time bomb!
Although, he himself wouldn't be able to do it.
However, Fang Lang attaches great importance to the Marines under his command.
Not to mention training them all to become as powerful as the US Navy SEALs of later generations, at least we should train a small special operations team!
In fact, it didn’t matter whether Fang Lang burned down the five-story building or not. What could they do even if the Japanese knew that he had emptied the place?
If they ask me for it, I will have to file a lawsuit with them. How much of these things are Japan's own things and how much belong to others.
At worst, he could donate the things to his hometown and everyone could go their separate ways. Fang Lang didn't think he would be at a loss anyway.
In fact, the five-story building of Tokyo Tennoji Temple was also burned down in 1957, and Japan did not rebuild the five-story building in Tokyo. As for the cause of the fire, it is unknown.
After leaving the five-story building, everyone boarded the trucks and formed a long and ostentatious convoy, and left Tennoji under the guidance of a guide vehicle arranged by Colonel Jason.
Fang Lang was actually very nervous while sitting in the car, although Colonel Jason had repeatedly assured him that he would be able to take his gains and leave Tokyo safely.
However, Tokyo still has a Japanese emperor, MacArthur, as well as the Allied Headquarters and the Japanese government.
He wanted to lead such a huge convoy to leave Tokyo in a swagger under the noses of so many powerful forces, and load all the goods onto the ship smoothly.
This is extremely difficult. Once discovered, not to mention being brought to a military court, at least the possibility of the three of them dividing the goods will be slim.
As he walked along, Fang Lang slowly discovered the problem. Although the sky was not yet completely bright, it was already beginning to show signs of dawn, which meant it was almost bright.
Along the way, Fang Lang did not see a single Japanese except for the sentry posts set up by the US military.
He was somewhat worried that Jason would rob his fellow criminals, kill him, and keep all the wealth for himself.
Malik on the side had a nonchalant expression and seemed very relaxed. He even had time to share with Fang Lang his views on the Tokyo buildings on the road.
It looks like he has entered the construction industry ahead of time.
Although Fang Lang's sixth sense did not indicate any danger, Fang Lang could not help but said to Malik beside him:
"Marik, are you sure we won't be spotted by others if we just walk through Tokyo like this?"
Malik looked at Fang Lang with a puzzled look and said:
"We are the American military! Why don't we march through downtown Tokyo in a swaggering manner? Do we have to sneak around?"
Uh! Fang Lang was a little confused by this, but after thinking about it for a while, he felt that it made sense.
Looking at Fang Lang's expression, Malik seemed to understand Fang Lang's worries and said with a smile:
"Don't worry! Fang, the fire near the palace is enough for Jason to apply for martial law. Didn't you see the roadblocks set up by soldiers at every intersection?
Now, except for our American army, no one can move freely in Tokyo, so you can rest assured. No one can stop us from making a fortune. "
Malik's confident expression also infected Fang Lang. He had to say that it was indeed a wise decision to have Colonel Rajesh join the gang.
Without the help of this local tyrant, let alone bombarding the Jingguo sacred toilet, I guess we wouldn't even be able to send anyone to Tokyo.
Even if they are sent in, they may not be able to be withdrawn, after all, they are not Americans.
Fang Lang still has this point.
Just like that, with Fang Lang feeling anxious, the convoy safely crossed most of Tokyo city and arrived at the Tokyo Bay Pier.
Under the guidance of the garrison, the convoy drove directly to the dock, and the stevedores, who were found from nowhere, immediately began the loading and unloading work.
This made Fang Lang sigh again, it was really too convenient to embezzle from an employer.
I watched the Japanese workers at the dock methodically loading the goods unloaded from the truck, which were still sealed with the Tokyo National Museum, onto the ship.
Fang Lang could already imagine the fate of these workers. According to his estimation, the possibility of these workers being silenced was as high as 80%. Fang Lang had no objection to this.
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