Gold!

Zhang Biao and Butz looked at the thousands of pieces of gold neatly stacked in the vault, and they were ecstatic, dancing with their hands, and almost cheered loudly. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

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"My God!" Zhang Biao felt that Butz's voice sounded extremely unreal, as if he had heard it in a dream - and Butz felt that he was dreaming. "Give me a piece of gold...... With just one piece, I can go home and buy a farm and then a dozen cows......"

"I want to buy tens of thousands of acres of good paddy fields and marry 12 wives." Zhang Biao licked his lips, "Chinese, American, British...... One country marries one. ”

"You're too greedy, Zhang."

"Leave me alone." Zhang Biao was immersed in his sweet dream, "I want to build two big mansions, one for myself and the other for long cobwebs." Hire two more sedan chairs, one for yourself, and one for you. ”

Butz stared at him for a moment, and then, perhaps just to compare himself with his old friend, he said, "I'm going to build two villas, one for me and the other for my dog." Buy two more horses, I'll ride one and the other will follow. ”

"I order two abalone for each meal, eat one and throw one."

"I grill two steaks, one for myself and the other for the dogs."

"I ......"

"I ......"

The two daydreaming mercenaries soon escalate their war of comparisons, and the objects used for comparison became more and more upscale and extravagant, eventually evolving into golden carriages and luxury yachts. But it was at this time that a voice brought them back from fantasy to reality.

"What are you two doing?" Commander Curtis roared, "Get this gold out of here." ”

"Of course, of course, sir." The two men came to their senses, replied hurriedly, and then each picked up a gold brick, but did not put them on the cart, but cautiously observed the movements around them. It was at this time that Curtis walked away, and the others didn't pay attention to them. Zhang Biao and Butz immediately hid the gold bricks in their clothes.

And then another piece.

And then there's the third - only Zhang Biao, of course, has done this, and Butz is not as greedy as he is, and is more afraid that someone will find out what they do. If the Home Office intervenes in the investigation, they will all be finished. Unfortunately, his worries immediately became a reality, and Zhang Biao's movements finally caught his attention.

Wendesi walked over with Vane and Warchs - he had chosen them intentionally, and Wendesi didn't want it to make too much of a fuss. "You two, hand over the gold bricks."

"What do you want to do again, Wen Si?" Zhang Biao's demeanor was fierce, and his tone was the same, not like he was talking to a few old friends, but like facing three enemies. Zhang Biao's attitude was clear: he wanted the gold, and if someone forced him to hand it over, he would make them look good.

Of course, as an old friend for many years, he hopes that Wen Deji will back down, and this choice will be good for everyone. But he wasn't going to do that.

"Hand over the gold bricks." He warned, "You still have a chance before things get bigger, Zhang Biao." ”

"You ......"

"Wait." Butz both interrupted Zhang Biao's speech and prevented him from putting his hand on the small grip of the submachine gun. "He's right, Zhang, we should hand over the gold before it gets bigger." Butz said as he took out the two gold bricks and put them in the cart.

His actions surprised Zhang Biao. He glared at his partner and whispered, "William, what are you doing!" ”

"Protect myself." Butz replied.

"I'm doing it for your own good, Zhang Biao." "Unless you're going to be hunted for the rest of your life, you'd better hand over the gold right away. ”

"!"

"I'm telling the truth. Do you think that if you take your boss's money, he won't send someone to hunt you down? Wen Deji asked rhetorically.

Zhang Biao just wanted to answer, but Fan En had already interjected. "You can't run away, Zhang. Many similar things have happened in the last few decades...... Tragic. The famous bank or railroad robbers who were once extremely active in the western region were either hanged on telephone poles, beaten to death by the police, or killed by bounty hunters, and none of them survived. ”

Vane's statement is not an exaggeration - although in a way, Sean . . . O'Connor is a negative example, but that's more because Machete's gang acted as a substitute; And the IRS is a federal agency, and many times it can't do things as recklessly as financiers and capitalists. Bankers and capitalists are not soft on any of the robbers who rob them, and they are able to send out large bounty hunters and police to hunt down the robbers, offering bounties in the United States, Canada, and Mexico, and the bounty is large enough to motivate any gunman, even if he is a friend or even a loved one, to take the plunge.

"The best railroad robber in the West was killed by his own brother only because of a three-thousand-dollar bounty." "Our boss can easily offer ten times the price, if not a hundred," said Wachs mockingly. Three hundred thousand dollars, think about how many people are willing to fight for this money. ”

Warhs was sure that Qin Lang was willing to pay such a high price and was willing to bet on it. 300,000 US dollars, maybe Zhang Biao's life and gold bricks combined are far less than that much, but that's just an inconsequential question. For Qin Lang, killing Zhang Biao with $300,000 only meant a warning from him: no one could continue to live in the world after taking his money. This warning was enough for all the criminals who weren't crazy enough to take their eyes off Qin Lang and never turn their eyes back.

So is Zhang Biao crazy enough? Apparently not. Now his face is blue for a while, white for a while. The warnings of his three friends frightened him, but the desire for wealth made him unwilling to give up the gold he had already had, which made his mood complicated and messed up.

Wochs smiled inwardly, and then reminded: "By the way, the gold also has the name of the Federal Treasury engraved on it. You should understand what that means. ”

That would mean that the Federal Treasury would step in, but not for his life, but for him to spit out all the gold - and interest. As American citizens know, the IRS of the Treasury Department will throw even a wretched creature who owes even ten dollars in taxes to a high-security federal prison, let alone a Chinese with no background—and federal agents don't have to worry about any trouble when they operate.

"Take them and you're dead." Waughs emphasized one last time, and then returned the right to speak to Wende.

Wen Desi waited for a while, and then stretched out his hand: "Hand over the gold, Zhang Biao." Even if we let you go, there's no point in letting you run away with them, there's no way you're going to leave this island. ”

"Bastard!" Finally, the fear of death triumphs over the greed for money. Despite looking angry, Zhang Biao still took out the gold hidden in his clothes and put it in the cart. At the same time, he complained: "There is so much gold here, what if Butz and I take a few pieces?" Does the owner know ......"

"I bet you the boss must know how many gold bricks there are, man." Wochs still spoke in his usual sarcastic tone, "The Spanish governor here must have recruited everything." ”

He guessed correctly, Augustine had indeed recruited everything--His Excellency the Governor-General, fully anticipating that the Spanish government would seriously deal with his dereliction of duty and defeat after the end of the war, so he told all the secrets that he knew and Qin Lang was interested in - of course, Augustine was not a fool and would not give away his most precious resources in vain. He made a few small demands as a necessary price for Qin Lang to obtain those secrets: security for him and his family, the return of all his possessions that had become spoils of war, and three million Spanish silver pesos.

The price he offered was a bit high, but Qin Lang still agreed, and then, he learned some news that surprised him.

Especially the first one: the vaults in Manila contain 30 million dollars worth of gold, as well as 13 million silver pesos. The latter was just a small amount of money, but the former was completely beyond his expectations.

A few years ago, when Qin Lang reached an agreement with Morgan and Bush and others, he judged that Manila's coffers could contain up to $20 million worth of gold, and that it was likely that the Spaniards would ship a batch before the war broke out - Qin Lang was quite worried about the possibility of such a situation, because that would mean that he would not be able to get back the entire stake in the company from the consortium.

He really could not have imagined that the Spanish government would be so slow to return Manila's precious metals to its homeland before the outbreak of war.

30 million dollars. Under the original agreement, he could actually get twelve million dollars. Coupled with the gold looted from the Spanish tycoon, the money was just in time for him to embark on his next plan...... Of course, planned. He has many plans, one after the other, but only the one that is about to start is the one he cares about the most, even more so than the ones that are being carried out in China.

That plan had already appeared in his mind in 1893, and had been refined in the years since, and now it was about to be put into action.

"Thank God."

"I thought you were an atheist, boss." Fan. Dean leaned over and said with a smile.

"You heard me wrong, Commander, I'm talking about gold." Qin Lang said seriously, and there was no expression on his face, it didn't look like a joke at all. The commander stared at him for a while, and finally had to admit that he had indeed misheard, Qin Lang was talking about gold and not God.

But. He then thought that maybe Qin Lang was talking about the same thing: gold is God.

And so it is. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )