On the sea, Ah-Can noticed that the snorkel was becoming increasingly loose, so he quickly reduced the speed of the Rising Sun.
After a while, seeing that the breathing tube was not straightening, they knew that Feng Ye had probably found his target underwater, so they quickly stopped the boat.
He excitedly ran out of the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, and looked eagerly at the sea, excitedly waiting for Feng Ye's return.
Soon after, a black shadow emerged from the sea not far away, and then Feng Ye's figure appeared on the surface.
Seeing this, Ah-Can quickly threw down his cigarette butt, waved his hand, and shouted, "Brother Ye, over here!"
Upon hearing the call, Feng Ye responded by waving his arm and simultaneously increasing his swimming speed.
"Brother Ye, didn't you go to find the statue? Why did you bring back a knife?"
Seeing the samurai sword in Feng Ye's hand as he swam to the side of the boat, A-Can couldn't help but ask with some confusion.
"I'll tell you when we get up there. First, throw down a rope. There's a rather heavy box on the seabed."
As Feng Ye spoke, he threw his samurai sword onto the boat.
"Okay, I'll go find it right away."
Ah-Can agreed, turned around and ran into the cabin, quickly found a rope, and threw one end into the sea.
"I'll go down first, wait for my signal."
Feng Ye grabbed the other end and dived down into the sea.
This time, he felt no fear whatsoever.
They easily found their way back to the previous spot and located the small box still hidden among the seaweed.
After tying it up tightly with rope, I pulled hard on the other end of the rope to signal Ah-Can, and it immediately floated up.
When he surfaced and returned to the Rising Sun, Ah-chan had already pulled the small box up.
"This little box is quite heavy, weighing at least fifty kilograms."
“If it weren’t so heavy, I would have brought it up directly, instead of having to go down again.”
"That knife you threw up just now, it looks like a Japanese samurai sword to me?"
"It's a Japanese samurai sword, a standard-issue military sword from the War of Resistance against Japan." Feng Ye nodded. "I was just underwater..."
He recounted what had just happened.
After hearing this, Ah-Can said indignantly, "These sons of bitches of Japanese devils have committed all sorts of atrocities, burning, killing, looting, and doing all sorts of evil deeds. They deserve to die."
“He deserves to die.” Feng Ye echoed, then added with a laugh, “I’ve already smashed his bones.”
"Well done!" Ah-Can gave a thumbs up, then looked at the box: "This box is so heavy, what could be inside?"
Feng Ye shook his head: "Just open it and see."
Ah-Can pondered, "Could it be a treasure stolen by the Japanese?"
“This Japanese soldier was unwilling to let go even until his death, it’s very likely.” Feng Ye nodded. “Go get the hammer and smash this lock.”
"Why bother with a hammer when you can just use this knife?"
Ah-chan raised his samurai sword, eager to try it out.
"No, this knife, although it belongs to the Japanese, is still in good condition. Keeping it might be worth some money."
As soon as Ah-Can heard that it could be sold for money, he quickly put it down.
He put the hammer in the toolbox and ran around like a whirlwind.
When he returned, he was holding an iron hammer.
Feng Ye took the hammer and smashed it against the lock on the box several times.
With a clanging sound of metal striking metal, the rusty lock, long corroded by seawater, was quickly smashed open and fell onto the deck.
Ah-chan couldn't wait to reach out and lift the lid of the box.
The next moment, both of them gasped, their eyes widened, and their mouths gaped open wide enough to fit an egg.
Inside the small box was a dazzling golden light.
Rows of rectangular gold bars were neatly arranged inside.
Its golden appearance is so eye-catching and incredibly attractive.
“Ye…Brother Ye…”
Ah-chan was so excited he was trembling and didn't know what to say.
Feng Ye was also very excited, but compared to A-Can's loss of composure, he was much calmer.
Although he had never seen so many gold bars, he had something that was no less valuable than this, and perhaps even more valuable.
However, while Melaleuca is expensive, it's difficult to liquidate, and it's not the right time yet.
It's nowhere near as visually striking or awe-inspiring as a pile of gleaming gold bars.
Many people don't recognize the value of melodious pearls, but everyone who isn't blind knows what a gold bar is.
"I'm rich... I'm rich..."
Ah-chan swallowed hard, gasping softly as if afraid of being overheard.
Feng Ye took out a gold bar from inside, weighed it in his hand, and estimated it to be about six taels.
"Judging by this weight, it must be what was commonly known as the 'big yellow croaker' during the Republic of China era," Feng Ye thought to himself.
During the Republic of China era, the terms "small yellow croaker" and "large yellow croaker" did not refer to the small and large yellow croakers in the sea, but rather to gold bars.
The small yellow croaker was a gold bar weighing one tael (approximately 50 grams), which is equivalent to 31.25 grams in modern terms.
The large yellow croaker was worth ten taels of gold, which is equivalent to 312.5 grams.
The saying goes, "Gold is valued in times of chaos, while antiques are valued in times of prosperity."
In that era of war and turmoil, families with even a little power often kept many gold bars on hand.
The reason is simple: compared to paper money, gold bars have a more stable value in times of turmoil.
"Ah Chan, do you want to take a bite to check if it's real or fake?"
Feng Ye smiled at A-Can and handed over the gold bars in his hand.
Unexpectedly, Ah-Can actually took it, put it in his mouth and bit it, then said with a delighted look, "It's soft, it's a real gold bar."
Feng Ye shook his head.
What an idiot!
Don't they realize that if it were fake, would the Japanese soldiers have been so eager to cling to it even in death?
However, he didn't laugh at him. Instead, he said, "It's good that it's true. All my hard work wasn't in vain."
"I feel like I'm dreaming; it all feels unreal."
Ah-chan lovingly stroked the gold bar, which he had bitten into with a row of teeth marks.
"Then shall I make you come to your senses?"
As he spoke, Feng Ye slapped him on the head and then teased him with a laugh, "Does it hurt? Are you dreaming?"
"It hurts, looks like it's not a dream," Ah-chan said with a silly grin.
"Count them and see how many there are?"
You don't need to pour them out; just take them out one by one and count them.
"one two three……"
One gold bar after another was taken out of the box and piled up into a small mountain on the deck.
Each one shimmered with an alluring golden light, making it impossible to look away.
"I counted thirty here. Ye-ge, how many did you count?" Ah-can asked eagerly as soon as he finished counting.
“I have two more than you, thirty-two.”
Feng Ye smiled and held up three fingers, then held up two more.
"Sixty-two pieces?" Ah Can jumped up excitedly. "Brother Ye, we're rich! We're really rich! This must be worth more than thirty catties of gold!"
Feng Ye nodded, unable to stop smiling: "Yes, a little over six ounces each, about thirty-seven or thirty-eight pounds."
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