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Chapter 822: Chapter 714 Fighter in Action (Please subscribe!)
The lawyers from both sides rushed over.
After signing the contract,
And making the payment, the ship service company no longer belonged to Brownnett. Seeing the enormous balance in his account that he hadn’t seen in a long time, Brownnett wanted to cry. The dramatic ups and downs of life were indeed too stimulating.
United States is heaven for the rich, hell for the poor.
This money.
He decided never to listen to any stock agent or fund manager again. He had to hold on to it tightly without any loss; this was his retirement money, and no one could touch it. As for what the white man in front of him would do with the company, that was no longer any of his concern.
Even if it was smuggling, what did it have to do with him?
"Mr. Charlin, my place is not far from here, would you be interested in having a drink...?" Brownnett invited enthusiastically.
"Not interested," the white man responded coldly.
"..."
Brownnett was left speechless by the rebuff. After signing the contract, it seemed that the white man had barely even glanced at him. He was too aloof, acting like they were strangers now. Well, as long as the money was good, who cared about the attitude.
"Alright then, I wish you all the best with your business, goodbye..."
He awkwardly finished saying something he himself could not discern as genuine or not.
After Brownnett and the lawyers drove away quickly,
He took along the black doorkeeper as well. This was an old friend of his, not young anymore and watching the gate for him was just something to do after retirement, living near the sea. Naturally, the black man wouldn’t stay once Brownnett left.
After the three of them left,
The white man at the wharf didn’t leave either.
Instead, he stood at the entrance, silent, like a wooden stake.
Half an hour later,
A Volkswagen off-road vehicle drove in.
A young white man stepped out.
Without dialogue,
The four headed towards the ship.
Arriving at the salvage ship’s storage compartment, the young white man took out a small ball and threw it on the ground. Before long, fighters emerged one by one, along with loads of paint and refurbishment equipment.
These two ships were just outdated, not worn out. Since Tang Qing might teleport aboard if bored, the command room had issued orders to refurbish and repaint the entire ship.
Not only that,
All the ship’s power and electronic devices were to be completely replaced as well.
All to be switched out for top-grade goods from the laboratory; after all, even if new ones were purchased, a lot of equipment would still need to be replaced, so buying two slightly older, cheaper ships made more sense.
If only the mall had opened up warship equipment by now, Tang Qing would have been prepared to build his own.
The fighters busied themselves methodically.
The floors of all the cabins were sprayed with a layer of light green insulating anti-rust paint, while the walls were sprayed with silvery metallic paint. Anywhere visible was to be repainted, including the pipelines.
The main task for this week was to refurbish the interior of the cabins. From the outside, the old ship still looked like an old ship, but once all the work inside was completed, work on the exterior would begin.
One week later,
All the procedures were handled.
Equipment installed and adjusted.
Then the search for treasure would begin.
Tang Qing felt somewhat gloomy. Why was the satellite’s penetrating distance so limited? It couldn’t penetrate dozens of meters of deep sea water straight to the seabed. Otherwise, what sunken ship out there couldn’t he find?
.......
Germany.
Capital Berlin.
Horst finished his day’s work and drove home.
Listening to soft music and watching the setting sun, Horst felt a profound sense of loneliness. He was a professor of history at the Free University of Berlin and also the vice principal of the same university, having dedicated his life to the field of education.
As well as to his hobby.
Regrettably, this dedication cost him a great deal.
His hobby was an interest in historic treasures, and thanks to his special status, solid professional foundations, and resources, he had always been striving to find the treasures lost in the history of various European nations.
His wife supported him greatly. Every time there was a clue, he would personally go to investigate, and sometimes his wife would join him. But as the saying goes, you can’t run around the river without getting wet.
Tragedy struck from out of the blue. Ten years ago, during an expedition, his wife died in a mountain climbing accident. It was raining, and the rocks on the mountain were slippery. She lost her footing and fell onto a sharp rock. There was no cure for her injuries.
Holding his wife who lay dying in a pool of blood, Horst felt her body growing colder. He held her for a full day and night, reminiscing about her gentle smile, reflecting on the moments they met, fell in love, got married, and had their child.
He was filled with remorse.
Eventually,
Carrying her lifeless body, Horst carried his wife down the mountain.
After that.
Horst developed depression and never went out in search of the so-called treasure again because every time he went to the mountains or secluded places, he would think of his other wife, and because of this, his two children always had a deep rift with him.
They resented him for his selfishness, which led to their mother’s death.
However, not daring to go
doesn’t mean he stopped researching.
As a widower, he actually became even more diligent in researching these matters, as if he were possessed, because only in the madness of busy work and thought could he feel that his existence had meaning.
Over the years.
He kept searching and verifying.
He found many results, discovered quite a few key clues, and deduced at least three probable treasure locations, the most exciting of which was a clue about a Nazi treasure.
However, he had lost interest in excavating the treasure.
He simply enjoyed the process of exploration and reasoning.
When he returned home.
It was already getting a little dark.
"Bang."
He closed the door.
Without even looking, Horst turned on the living room light.
But as soon as he turned around.
"Click..."
A coldness touched his forehead.
This is... a gun, Horst immediately realized.
Horst could also see clearly who had come, a person dressed in black was pointing a gun at him, but Horst had seen his fair share of intense situations, took a deep breath, and calmed the fear in his heart.
To die, maybe he could meet his wife again.
Therefore, Horst was not afraid of the gun to his forehead.
"Hello, what can I do for you?"
Horst put the dinner ingredients he was carrying to one side and smiled at the person in front of him, thinking his attitude would surprise the other party, but unfortunately, the other party showed no expression at all.
"Mr. Horst, sorry to disturb you, there is something I would like to consult you about." The person put down the gun, returned it to their chest, and took out an identification card.
Horst’s eyes widened.
The German Federal Office for the Protection of the Constitution.
...
While the fighters were busy working themselves to death.
Tang Qing had already finished a night of training, took a refreshing bath in the lake, changed into a bathrobe, and appeared in the living room feeling refreshed.
It was still early.
But the fighters had already prepared breakfast.
Since the entire floor was purchased, even the original main gate was demolished and replaced with a door at the elevator exit, which seemed to make the space much larger after occupying the shared area.
For this renovation.
The property management took a look and didn’t say anything.
Because the wall was built on a beam with lightweight materials, it didn’t affect the structural safety of the building. To avoid others coming up, the stairwell door on this floor was also replaced with their own door.
Another automatic door was rebuilt outside the elevator.
Even if the elevator door opens, this door will not open unless Tang Qing or the fighters are coming up. It’s a double safety measure, and although they are not afraid of thieves, they still need to ensure safety.
In a bathrobe.
Tang Qing made his way to the kitchen with the sound of slippers slapping against the floor, grabbed the breakfast on the table, and started eating. After eating this same breakfast for so long, Tang Qing increasingly preferred to replace pastries with fruits and other simple dishes.
One can get tired of pastries if eaten too much.
The mixed fruit juice tasted complex to the palate, but to Tang Qing’s strong taste buds, it was dissected into the flavors of various fruits.
A unique taste sensation.
Before long.
He felt Lin Jiaxue waking up.
Tang Qing hurriedly scurried over with breakfast.
Replenishing energy.
While burning calories.
Trying it occasionally really has its own unique flavor.
