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Late August 1993, North Africa, Somali Peninsula.

Inside a bar in Mogadishu.

"The investigation has been completed. Those twenty-four soldiers were killed by men sent by General Rubah, a subordinate of Farah Aidid."

A bespectacled Black lawyer, swirling his Margaret cocktail, spoke eloquently:

"After attacking the Muslim peacekeeping forces, Rubach went into hiding, and they stole a large amount of weapons, medicine, and food."

Farah Aidid is the most powerful warlord in the entire Somali peninsula, bar none.

The entire Somali peninsula was under the rule of warlords, a chaotic area without any government jurisdiction.

For the past few years, we have been in this chaotic situation.

Therefore, the Somali Peninsula can be said to be the region with the most thriving arms trade, bar none.

too messy!
Because Farah and his warlords are simply insane.

Even when the United Nations sends peacekeeping forces to the Somali peninsula to help their local ordinary Somali residents.

As a result, the warlords actually ambushed the Qingzhen Kingdom peacekeeping forces.

Lawless!

"Now that it's been confirmed, shouldn't the international community take action against Farah and eliminate this warlord?"

Another Black man asked curiously.

The bespectacled Black man nodded slightly.

"Yes, the Rangers should arrive in Mogadishu within the next day or two, and then they will begin the capture operation."

The Rangers are one of the United States' special forces units, renowned internationally.

Bang!
Just then, gunshots rang out from outside the bar, forcefully drowning out the music inside.

Many people screamed in fright and fled in terror.

Chaos begins from this moment.

Off the coast of Mogadishu, on a massive cruise ship, the real Farah Aidid appeared inside the cabin with two of his men.

There were many boxes in front of me, several of which had been disassembled and assembled into drones.

"Idead, this is the new weapon I've prepared for you—drones from China. I spent a lot of money to acquire them."

Standing opposite Farah Aidid is Randark, one of the heads of Maple Leaf Holdings' arms and equipment sales in Africa.

At the beginning of the year, he was busy helping the Anka mercenary group escape from the encirclement and pursuit of the army at the Rand Central Gold Mine in South Africa.

Now he has appeared in the waters near the Somali peninsula, completing an arms deal worth more than $100 million with the most powerful warlord in the country.

The drone sold by Lanstark is actually the latest generation of home-use drones produced by Wujiang Technology, which has been modified into military-use drones.

This drone has a very high payload capacity, reaching up to 64 kilograms.

Its range is an astonishing 18 kilometers, which is simply unbeatable.

In China, this home version of the drone is priced at 8999 yuan, while internationally it is priced at 7999 US dollars.

The military version of the drone that Lanstark sold to Farah Aidid was priced at $23999 per unit.

Farah Aidid ordered a total of 500 units, which shows his deep pockets.

Two months ago, Ferrari's Aidid stole the home of his arch-rival warlord, causing his assets to skyrocket to over 300 million US dollars.

After becoming wealthy, Farah not only wanted to enjoy life, but also to expand his territory and increase his power.

"With these five hundred drones, you only need to use them well to become invincible."

"This is a combat technique manual that we're giving you as a bonus. You can refer to it and learn a thing or two; it's guaranteed to boost your combat power by several levels."

Lancelot said with a chuckle:

"If you have sufficient funds, and combine them with radar, satellites, and early warning aircraft, you can create an inescapable network that will ensure no one who dares to invade you will escape."

Farah Aidid's face lit up with greed upon hearing this.

"Um, how much does your satellite cost?"

"It depends on what kind of satellite you need to launch. Generally speaking, the price ranges from twenty million to one hundred million US dollars."

Earth satellites are generally divided into two categories: artificial satellites, such as meteorological satellites, resource satellites, reconnaissance satellites, and communication satellites, and natural satellites, such as the Moon.

The price of launching different artificial satellites will naturally vary.

Of course, Lanstark certainly doesn't have the capability to launch such satellites, but he can act as an intermediary, connecting businesses with Tower Bridge.

After Lanstark finished his introduction, he stared intently at Farah Aidid, seemingly hoping that the latter could bring him one or two deals.

Farah's eyes widened in disbelief:
"What did you say? It needs at least twenty million US dollars?"

The next moment, he hurriedly shook his head:

"No, no, it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

"We only need weapons like radar and drones; forget about early warning aircraft, we can't afford satellites right now."

In that case, Lancelot can only express his regret.

Being politely declined was normal, and Lancelot was not surprised.

They've definitely made enough money from this deal.

In addition to drones, there are RPGs, radars, tank armor, and 122mm rocket launchers.

The best-selling firearms are still AK47s and similar weapons; these are the real truth.

After confirming all the equipment, Farah Aidid arranged for the transportation to begin.

To transport all $100 million worth of weapons and equipment from the nearshore waters back to Mogadishu, ships would naturally be needed to help.

Farah Aidid finally made it back to land, and before he could even get into his car, he received some bad news.

His double was attacked, but he survived.

"The BOSS is a Ranger unit; their firepower is extremely fierce."

His subordinate, Rubach, hurriedly reported to his superior.

Upon hearing this, Edid's face showed anger.

"We must retreat; we cannot fight them!"

Even warlords like Eideid had heard of the Rangers' reputation.

After all, that's a U.S. special forces unit, on par with Delta Force and Navy SEALs.

There are no weaklings there!

Although Aidid currently possesses powerful weaponry, it has not yet achieved combat capability.

Especially those soldiers learning to operate drones, they were all college students.

You should know that a college degree like that is considered exceptional, even in China.

Moreover, this is especially true in the Somali peninsula.

Therefore, Eideid can only temporarily avoid a confrontation and not stoop to the level of the Rangers.

After some time, once his men have developed sufficient fighting strength, he will then challenge the other side.

Thirteen kilometers east of the town of Hanaigan in the Middle East lies a desolate desert area.

"Cameron, we've been here for over a month, and we've been preparing for more than three months, and we still haven't taken down this bastard."

"How long are we going to have to endure this?"

"I can't believe it," Kotterlaus angrily questioned.

Spending so much time lying low in the Middle East, this godforsaken place, was truly a hardship for these mercenaries.

Upon hearing this, Cameron shook his head and said:

"If you want to die, I won't stop you, but please don't take us with you."

Who wouldn't want to eat lavishly every day and live a life of hedonistic indulgence?

"The problem is that American arms dealer, Allen Pablo. You all know how cunning he is."

"If we attack rashly and fall into their trap, our entire army will be wiped out."

"Right now, all we need to do is wait for Andy's message. If we can find a breakthrough, why go through all this trouble?"

Subduing the enemy without fighting is the best strategy.

Just then, Andy and his group suddenly appeared in Cameron's line of sight.

"All personnel on high alert!" Cameron and his team immediately felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

The sudden appearance of anyone is a very dangerous thing for them, and they must be on guard.

However, Cameron and his men quickly lowered their guard because the visitors were Andy and his men, their own people.

This mission was no easy task. Facing an enemy ten times their size, Andy and Cameron discussed the situation and decided to split their forces.

Andy led the two to the town of Harnegan, where they infiltrated the transit base to gather intelligence.

At the same time, they also hoped to find an opportunity to take down as many soldiers as possible in the base.

Now that Andy and the others are back, they must have brought good news.

"Gentlemen, we have found a reliable person to help us."

After meeting with Cameron and the others, Andy immediately explained the current situation.

“There’s a small team from Exa Farm who’s also eyeing the transit point.”

"Their people had infiltrated the transit station six months in advance and obtained extremely important intelligence."

"The vault inside the base's transit station currently holds 360,000 ounces of gold and $160 million in cash."

"And in just one more day, two Mirage 2000s will land at this transit station."

"I was old comrades with Orlando Stewart, the squad leader, we were both in Delta Force."

"So I plan to cooperate with them to take down this transit point."

"However, Orlando and his team are after gold. We can have the dollars, and as for the other weapons, we'll split them 50/50."

"Gentlemen, what do you think?"

After finishing his speech, Andy looked at everyone.

Cameron and the others were all dumbfounded, never expecting that someone had already set their sights on this transit point.

It seems that this Hanaigan base is quite 'lovable'.

"Could this be a trap?"

Someone suddenly asked.

After all, it's unlikely that such a coincidence would happen, unless someone wanted to lure the Anka mercenary group into the game, which is why this would happen.

Upon hearing this, Andy's expression changed drastically:

"Are you brain-dead? Can't you use your brain to think about this? How could this be a trap?"

"Putting aside the fact that our arrival here was accidental, the other party has no grudge against our Anka Mercenary Group at all. How long have we been established?"

"Most importantly, Orlando and I have a long-standing relationship. I even invited him when I founded the Anka Mercenary Group, but he politely declined."

Upon hearing Andy's words, Cameron fell silent, while the other man repeatedly apologized.

After a while, everyone finished their discussion.

The final decision was made to cooperate with this so-called Exa Farm, to take down this so-called Hanaigan transit station in one fell swoop, and to eliminate the arms dealer Elan Pablo.

So they began to conserve their energy and arranged for more people to guard the surrounding area.

Meanwhile, Cameron personally went to the Harnegan base to meet with Orlando for a detailed discussion.

The latter spoke frankly, saying:
"If you don't come, then our plan is to blow up the entire town of Hanegan, take the gold, and leave. As for the US dollar cash, we can't take it with us."

"Also, those two Mirage 2000 fighter jets, and the Apache attack helicopters parked nearby—we can only destroy a few of them because our team only has twelve men."

Upon hearing this, Cameron immediately asked:
"Since you have so few people, why should you split the profits with us?"

Orlando sneered:
"Heh, we never intended to cooperate with you. If Andy hadn't told me about your situation, I wouldn't have bothered with this rabble."

Upon hearing this, Cameron and his other soldiers were immediately enraged.

To say that the Anka mercenary group is a rabble?

"What? You're not convinced?" Orlando sneered.
"I heard about your mission in South Africa. Honestly, you guys were rubbish."

"You clearly have so many weapons and equipment, 122mm rocket launchers, 155mm self-propelled howitzers, armored tanks, etc., tsk tsk, and you were still forced to call for help?"

"Three hundred thousand ounces of gold, and in the end you only got a little over sixty million US dollars. I'm truly ashamed for you, it's utterly disgraceful."

"The key point is that so many of your people died. Hah, what else could you be but a rabble?"

Cameron and the others were even more furious. Although what Orlando said was true, the situation would probably have been the same no matter who was in that position.

Moreover, it's already quite remarkable that their Anka mercenary group was able to bring the gold back in the end.

"Since you look down on us, why do you still want to cooperate with us?"

Andy remained silent after hearing Cameron's words.

Orlando raised an eyebrow and said:
"Why? It's just because there are more of you. I don't want you to ruin our operation, and I also don't want so many of you to die."

"Most importantly, your goals don't conflict with ours; otherwise, you wouldn't have a chance at all!"

Cameron continued:
"Alright, since it's a collaboration, and there are only twelve of you, you have to tell us why you deserve to take so much."

The fact that twelve people could be compared to the 120 members of their Anka mercenary group is simply absurd.

"Because we have satellite and radar support, because we planned and prepared six months in advance, and because my team members are all exceptionally skilled, each capable of taking on ten opponents at once."

Orlando's words were not believed by Cameron and others.

One against ten?

Haha, every member of their Anka mercenary group is a retired special forces soldier.

Before becoming special forces soldiers, which one of them wasn't a top soldier?

Since they are all elite soldiers, taking on ten opponents at once is just basic maneuvering.

So Orlando's words are not surprising at all.

"If you don't believe me, that's fine. It's not like I'm begging you to cooperate."

Orlando, looking completely unconcerned, said:
“However, if you dare to leak our secrets, I will not let you off the hook, no matter where you are, whether you are in Miami or somewhere else.”

Cameron and the others' expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with terror.

How did you know our base was in Miami?

"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place. You think your whereabouts are very well hidden, but little do you know, haha."

Orlando remained silent, but the smile on his face was full of mockery.

Andy suddenly said:
"Enough, Orlando, let's stop saying hurtful things. Let's continue our cooperation. We'll start the operation at 3 a.m. after tonight, is that alright?"

"Well, Andy, I hope you can persuade these idiots. Also, when you're hiring in the future, keep your eyes open and raise your standards."

After saying that, Orlando turned and left.

Too arrogant, too disdainful of others!
Cameron and the others were furious and wanted to punch Orlando, but Andy stopped them.

"Cameron, all of you shut up. Making money is the most important thing."

"Andy, is this what you call a good friend?"

"Do you know what happened in Moscow the year before last? We were still in Delta Force then, have you forgotten?"

Upon hearing Andy's words, Cameron and the others immediately calmed down.

Two years ago in Moscow, it was a meat grinder, a battlefield for spies, special forces soldiers, and other top experts.

Those who died or were injured there were few and far between.

Even though Andy and Cameron had previously served in U.S. special forces units such as the Navy SEALs, Delta Force, and Rangers, they had heard about what was happening in Moscow.

That was indeed a meat grinder, extremely terrifying.

Anyway, many people did not survive.

Orlando and his team, however, managed to escape unscathed, and even carried out multiple missions in Moscow, taking away an unknown amount of equipment, gold, and other valuables.

"According to you, they must have already achieved financial freedom, so what are they doing here?"

Cameron's doubts are the doubts of everyone else.

Andy said helplessly:
"I don't know, but Orlando said he hasn't achieved financial freedom yet because he wants to buy a farm in Alaska."

Living in the United States requires a lot of money.

Houses have property taxes, and farms also have various tax and fee expenses; it's not that simple.

The IRS exists to make things difficult for every American, ensuring that everyone pays their taxes on time.

Anyone who evades taxes will not have a good outcome.

Perhaps Orlando wants too many things, and they are of high value, so his goal of financial freedom is naturally even higher.

Some people can achieve financial freedom with just five million dollars.

But some people, even with $500 million, do not consider themselves to have achieved financial freedom.

Human greed has no end.

"Get ready, we've already wasted so much time, we can't just slink away like this."

Andy patted Cameron on the shoulder and turned to leave.

Time flies, and it was evening before we knew it.

As night fell, many soldiers at the Haneigan transit base had eaten and drunk their fill and were soundly asleep.

Orlando Stewart has completed his mission.

What we need to do now is to take down all the people on the night shift tonight.

However, an unexpected incident occurred during this process. Gunshots rang out, but the remaining 180-plus people on duty were unharmed.

With a team of twelve including Orlando, Jin Wenfeng, Lao Zunli, Gao Zhiwu, and Pei Xiaojun, how could they possibly take down so many people and escape successfully?

It's very difficult.

Because once the gunshots are fired, it means that the alarm will also be transmitted.

Once they discover that other people who were already asleep have gone to meet God, it will surely create panic, and then they will notify the nearby bases.

The United States has many military bases in the Middle East, and if it wants to provide support, it can arrive in less than an hour.

However, if Orlando and his team wanted to open the vault, successfully transport the 360,000 ounces of gold, and escape unscathed, an hour was simply not enough.

Therefore, Orlando and his team don't have much time left.

In that case, the arrival of Anka's mercenary group can shorten this time.

After the gunshots rang out, Andy and Cameron also brought their men in.

While the Anka mercenary group was sniping the soldiers at the Haneigan base, Orlando and his team led the way to the vault and then tried to open it.

Orlando and his team have already obtained the vault key, password, and other information.

It took a good ten minutes before the vault door was finally opened.

Andy and Cameron stared greedily at the gold, US dollar cash, and small amounts of diamonds, gems, and paintings before them.

"Fuck, could this be Alan's private vault?"

Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "To be honest, that was indeed the right guess!"

But there is no reward.

Alan Pablo is one of the largest arms dealers in the Middle East for the United States. He is very powerful and has very good relationships with the heads of multiple military bases.

Therefore, his business spans the entire Middle East.

During the Gulf War a few years ago, Alan Pablo amassed a fortune, accumulating hundreds of millions of dollars.

And this vault at the Haneigan base was just one of his 'small vaults'.

The reason these funds weren't repatriated to the United States is still due to the word "tax."

Unlike those big capitalists, Allen Pablo started out as a poor boy and was a first-generation entrepreneur. He was not as glamorous as outsiders thought.

He doesn't trust those people within the United States; he only trusts himself.

Even the vault at the Haneigan base was protected with multiple safeguards to prevent anyone from making any underhanded moves.

For example, the gold in the vault right now was directly melted down into thirty-six large gold bars by Elan Pablo.

Each gold bar weighs 10,000 ounces.

One ounce equals 28.35 grams, and 10,000 ounces equals 283500 grams, which is equivalent to 283.5 kilograms.

Such a heavy gold brick could not be moved by anyone but an extremely strong person.

However, if machinery and equipment are used to transport such large gold bars, it will inevitably attract the attention of others.

Therefore, it would be extremely difficult for anyone to remove the large gold bricks inside.

That's just one of Alan Pablo's little tricks.

"Don't waste time, hurry up and ship it."

Orlando Stewart's words immediately jolted Andy, Cameron, and the others awake from their daze.

Yes, yes, the most urgent thing right now is to move this money away. There's plenty of time for casual conversation later.

Once everyone realized what was happening, they quickly sprang into action.

The two groups are each doing their own thing.

Thirty-six ounces of gold were Orlando's target, while the six hundred million dollars in cash was Anka's mercenary group's objective.

Just as Orlando, Pei Xiaojun, Gao Zhiwu, and others were transferring the gold to two Chinook transport helicopters, more than thirty members of the Anka mercenary group withdrew.

They also had dozens of men in front of them blocking the soldiers at the Haneigan transit base.

"Andy, why don't we take this opportunity to grab that gold?"

Cameron suddenly felt a surge of confidence, grabbed Andy, and asked in a low voice.

When he looked up, his gaze toward Orlando was full of ill intent.

"Do you want to die?" Andy whispered angrily.

"We still don't know if they have any other tricks up their sleeves. Otherwise, do you think I wouldn't want to?"

360,000 ounces of gold, at the current price of $360 per ounce, would amount to nearly $130 million.

With such a huge sum of money, how could Andy not be greedy?

But greed is one thing, but you have to be alive to enjoy it.

Clearly, Orlando and his team's tactics had successfully fooled Andy.

“You’re such a coward. We still have over a hundred people. Do we need to be afraid of them?” Cameron retorted.

Andy quickly grabbed the other person:

"Don't be impulsive. Even if we have to take action, now is not the time. Otherwise, we could easily end up with nothing, and we might even lose our lives here."

If internal strife breaks out now and cooperation falls apart, then when reinforcements from other bases arrive at the Hanaigan base, it will be very difficult for the Anka mercenary group, carrying so many dollars and gold, to escape alive.

So let's wait a bit and not rush.

On the other side, Pei Xiaojun glanced at Andy and Cameron, then whispered to Orlando:
“Orlando, we need to be careful of the Anka mercenary group; they probably have malicious intentions.”

"Don't worry, they won't dare, and we'll evacuate right now."

Orlando chuckled, then pressed the remote control in his hand, and a violent explosion immediately rang out in the distance.

Everyone was shocked.

Andy, Cameron, and the others all changed their expressions drastically and hurriedly boarded the helicopter to evacuate.

At this point, they had no other thoughts; escaping was the only thing they should do.

To be honest, this collaboration with Orlando and his team was the most perfect one for the Anka mercenary group, with fewer than twenty casualties, much better than the previous one in South Africa.

Apache attack helicopters, Chinook transport helicopters, Mirage 2000 fighter jets—the Anka mercenary group didn't give up any weapons or equipment they could acquire.

Because Orlando didn't trust the Anka mercenary group, their cooperation was limited to this point, and their respective evacuation routes went in completely opposite directions.

Half an hour later, the mercenary group that had stayed behind to hold off the soldiers at the Haneigan base also prepared to withdraw.

The operation came to an end amidst the explosions.

More than ten kilometers away, Cameron personally came to pick up their group.

The helicopter landed in a desert area more than 100 kilometers away.

This is the temporary base of their Anka mercenary group. They need to urgently discuss their evacuation route and absolutely cannot be stopped.

"Gentlemen, we have now left the Haneigan base, but we are not yet safe. Therefore, we need to continue eastward into the Persian Empire."

Andy drew a line on the map and explained.

The Persian Empire was in a state of chaos, and having fought for many years with neighboring Iraq, it was already exhausted.

This is precisely their opportunity, Anka Mercenary Group.

As long as you seize the opportunity, you'll have no trouble growing bigger and stronger.

Just then, Andy's satellite phone suddenly rang.

His expression changed drastically as soon as he answered the call.

"Andy, given our years of relationship, we should be cooperating sincerely. Unfortunately, I'm giving you a free piece of news: two fighter jets have arrived over the Hannegan Air Base. If you're still within 200 kilometers, you're on your own, because their radar system can detect any movement within a 200-kilometer radius."

This news truly made Andy very anxious.

He had assumed that once he was more than 100 kilometers away from the Hanaigan base, he would be perfectly safe.

To everyone's surprise, the enemy's equipment was so powerful.

Therefore, helicopters and Mirage 2000 fighter jets can no longer be used unless they can shoot down enemy fighter jets.

So now they can only travel by land, and can no longer take a plane.

This is hard to do.

Andy told everyone what had happened, but some people were not afraid of dying:

"What's there to be afraid of? I'll pilot the Phantom 2000; I'm sure I can take them down."

Whether they are truly fearless of death, who knows?
However, since the other party is willing to do this, let them fly the Mirage 2000 fighter jet to intercept it, while the others fly helicopters to transport the US dollars away.

Once the decision was made, they immediately took action.

New York, Want Want Group headquarters.

"You mean they brought back another 360,000 ounces of gold?"

Zheng Baoyin asked with an incredulous look on his face.

Martinez nodded with a smile:

"Yes, that's right. Orlando and his team have successfully destroyed the Hanagan base and transported all the gold out. It's currently on a cruise ship in the Indian Ocean."

Compared to Anka's mercenary group, Orlando's team only had twelve members.

However, they have an extremely large organization behind them, and they trust each other a great deal.

Therefore, there is absolutely no need to worry about the transportation of gold.

There is a perfect route from the Hanaigan base to the cruise ship in the Indian Ocean, and there is no need to worry about being discovered.

"I remember the professor saves some gold every year, right? This batch of gold is of very high purity. Why don't we ship it directly to Hong Kong?"

Upon hearing Martinez's words, Zheng Baoyin shook his head and said:
"Let me call my uncle first, and if he wants it, I'll tell you."

Anyway, the gold is still in the Indian Ocean, so there's no rush.

Want Want Group has prime locations all over the world.

It owns many banking companies, and in various locations such as Singapore, Hong Kong, London, New York, and Tokyo, some gold is stored in the vaults of these banks.

The four cities with the largest gold reserves are London, Hong Kong, New York, and Harbin.

If we also consider the gold that Wang Duoyu has stored at home, then Bingcheng is the largest of them all.

Given Wang Duoyu's Pixiu-like attributes, he would definitely be happy to transport more gold back to places like Guangzhou.

But in fact, London and New York are the world's largest gold trading markets.

Therefore, in these two cities, major banks have a large amount of physical gold stored.

Gold trading is very frequent within the numerous financial enterprises and banks under Maple Leaf Holdings.

Not only is spot gold trading frequent, but gold futures trading is also quite frequent.

Therefore, in order to ensure the smooth progress of the transaction, it was natural to need to store a considerable amount of gold in the two major cities of London and New York.

Hong Kong, on the other hand, is about to be returned to China and will belong to its own territory, so it is understandable that it would store more gold there.

As for Hong Kong now, it's very chaotic. Aren't you afraid of being robbed?

Of course I'm not afraid!
Not to mention the gold stored in underground bank vaults, which is protected by a great deal of modern technology, not to mention that this gold is melted into a ten-ton gold ball.

It would be incredibly difficult for anyone else to steal it.

Furthermore, the bank is located in the busiest downtown area of ​​Central, right next to the Central Police Station. Who would dare to make a move?

Harbin, the Ice City, and Harbin Institute of Technology.

Wang Duoyu was slightly surprised when he received the call.

"Have you guys recently stirred up a gold mine? How come you've brought back so much gold one after another?"

More than half a year had passed since 1993, and the arms dealer teams under Maple Leaf Holdings had been trading gold one after another, earning more than five million ounces of gold from the market.

This only accounts for the arms dealer team; it doesn't even include the profits of banks and other financial institutions.

Five million ounces of gold is equivalent to eighteen billion US dollars.

Compared to Want Want Group's profits of over 100 billion US dollars last year, 1.8 billion US dollars doesn't seem like much.

But you have to understand that this is $1.8 billion worth of physical gold, not just a number on paper.

That's why Wang Duoyu said they had stirred up a gold mine.

"Uncle, we were just lucky."

Zheng Baoyin explained awkwardly.

Although he knew his explanation was far-fetched, he still needed to explain it clearly.

"Alright, I'll consider you lucky. Of the 360,000 ounces of gold, you can give me 150,000 ounces. You can deal with the rest yourselves."

Wang Duoyu said with a smile.

Since there's physical gold available, I'll take it.

No matter what kind of gold it is, it's always stained with some 'blood,' a synonym for filth.

But none of this has much to do with Wang Duoyu.

The world is full of goodwill, and the world is all good.

Gold, as a precious metal, was destined to be associated with all sorts of dirty deals from the moment it was discovered.

Even if Wang Duoyu hadn't allowed Maple Leaf Holdings to establish those arms dealers, others would have sought to reap those profits.

He doesn't have any kind of 'saintly heart'; besides, the bloodshed and tears of foreigners have nothing to do with him, Wang Duoyu.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Duoyu put the matter out of his mind.

Right now, what he values ​​most is the work he has on hand.

It has been almost half a year now, and the question of the gap between Yang Mills' existence and quality is indeed very difficult. He has only progressed to 42 percent so far.

He originally thought that the problem could be completely resolved within this year, but now it seems that it's impossible.

However, Wang Duoyu was no longer planning to wait.

Next year is the International Congress of Mathematicians, and he plans to publish Yang Mills' first paper and the first two papers on the Riemann Hypothesis in the next three months.

"Dad, dinner is ready."

Wang Yifei's voice came from outside the villa's study.

"Okay, Dad will be right there."

Wang Duoyu responded, then stood up to prepare for dinner.

The little guy had already pushed open the door and walked in.

"Dad, dinner's ready."

"Okay, okay, I heard you."

The father and daughter left the study villa and walked a few steps back to their home next door.

Now that Wang Yifei has grown up, she doesn't like being held by her father as much.

In the past, she would always be clinging to her father.

Several dishes were laid out on the table. Wang Duoyu washed his hands and sat down, but he didn't see Wang Junhong.

"Hey, Sisi, where's your older brother? Isn't he coming down for dinner?"

"Dad, my older brother called this afternoon and said he has something to do tonight and is eating out."

"Ok!"

Children grow up, have their own social circles, and their own lives.

Wang Duoyu didn't press the matter; he figured Wang Junhong would tell him when he returned.

"Dad, I'm going to register for school tomorrow. Can you come with me?"

Suddenly, Wang Duoyu, who was watching the news on TV, heard the little guy's question.

"Sure, no problem. I'll go with you to register."

A few days ago, Xixi celebrated her sixth birthday. In September, she went to Harbin Institute of Technology Affiliated Primary School to enroll in first grade.

Last September, she started kindergarten, which is equivalent to preschool.

Six years old is old enough to start first grade, it's not a big deal.

Besides, Wang Yifei is very smart; she could even skip a grade and go straight to second grade.

"That's great, thank you Dad!" Wang Yifei exclaimed happily.

But at this moment, her third brother suddenly spoke up, provoking her:

"Didn't you say you're all grown up? Why do you still need your dad to go with you to register? Can't you register by yourself?"

"Hmph, you stinky third brother, I won't fall for your tricks."

The two siblings were bickering, but the adults didn't bother to intervene.

Wang Duoyu was busy watching the TV news and eating.

Liu Xiaoli is in the same situation; she is currently six months pregnant and should give birth around December.

Therefore, her mood is very important, and she cannot let the children's trivial matters affect her mood.

The next day, Wang Duoyu took the little guy by car to the affiliated primary school.

The school is right next to Harbin Institute of Technology, it's actually very close, but you have to walk out of the university gates to get there, so you have to take a car.

Today is registration day, and there are many people here, mostly students, as well as many parents.

The entire registration process is not complicated; in fact, it can be described as quite simple.

Anyway, all students pay the same registration fee, tuition, uniforms, etc., which is free.

Therefore, all students need to do is sign in at the school and submit their personal information.

All students at the Harbin Institute of Technology Affiliated Primary School are exempt from tuition and fees, provided they are admitted to the school. (End of Chapter)