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The moment the carriage door opened completely, Shen Wang's breath caught in his throat.

gold.

A sea of ​​gold.

It wasn't just one or two gold bars, or one or two boxes of gold bricks, but an entire train car—no, dozens of train cars in total—stacked up like a city wall with glittering gold.

The light shone in, reflected back by countless surfaces, transforming into a radiance that almost solidified into reality. The light was warm yet dazzling, as if it could hold one's gaze captive, making it impossible to look away.

Shen Wang stood at the door, motionless.

He knew there would be 3200 tons of gold.

He had calculated in his mind countless times what 3200 tons meant—that was 3.2 million kilograms, 320 million grams, enough to cover a football field and pile up into a small mountain if it were gold bars.

He thought he was ready.

But when the gold actually appeared before his eyes, he realized that all the numbers were meaningless.

Real gold has weight.

That weight is not just physical, but also visual and psychological!

Imagine seeing dozens of tons of gold neatly stacked in a train car, seeing golden light spilling out from the cracks, seeing those heavy gold bars piled higher than a person...

You will instinctively hold your breath.

Shen Wang took two steps forward and reached out to touch the nearest box.

bullion.

The gold bars were neatly stacked in the wooden box, each one engraved with a number and purity.

He picked one up; it was heavy, and his palm felt both cool and warm—the unique temperature of metal.

At that moment, the voice of Smith, the American representative, came from behind, carrying a hint of barely perceptible obsequiousness, "As per your specifications, each piece weighs one kilogram, with a purity of 999.9%. This carriage weighs 50 tons, and there are more to come..."

Shen Wang remained silent.

He put the gold bars back and continued walking inside.

One carriage after another.

The golden light followed all the way, like a flowing river of gold.

He suddenly remembered a story he had read as a child, about an ancient emperor who paved the ground with gold and had palace maids dance on it. At the time, he thought it was an exaggeration, a legend.

Now he knows.

It's not a legend.

When you have enough gold, you can actually use it to pave the ground.

As Shen Wang stepped out of the last golden carriage, he took a deep breath, then another.

My heartbeat finally calmed down a bit.

"Mr. Shen," Mr. George, the English representative, stepped forward and bowed slightly, "besides the gold, you also have another shipment."

He gestured for Shen Wang to walk to the other side of the carriage.

The specifications of those carriages were clearly different; the doors were tightly closed and sealed off completely, with some special seals even visible.

Shen Wang paused for a moment.

He knew what was inside.

Four hundred national treasures.

National treasures that were stolen from China by these robbers back then.

George gestured to his entourage to open the car door.

The car door slid open slowly, revealing the scene inside.

There is no glitter of gold, only tranquility.

Each artifact is carefully secured on a specially made shelf, wrapped in shock-absorbing material, and quietly awaits its arrival under soft lighting.

Shen Wang went inside.

Their footsteps were very light, as if afraid of disturbing something.

The first item is a bronze artifact.

Greenish-blue rust covers the vessel's surface, and the intricate and mysterious patterns seem to tell the story of sacrifices and wars three thousand years ago.

The second item is a scroll.

Although it's rolled up and you can't see what's painted on it, the yellowed silk and the exquisite scroll end all speak to its antiquity and preciousness.

The third item, the fourth item, the fifth item...

Each item carries a piece of history.

Each one bears witness to an era.

Shen Wang walked slowly forward, his gaze sweeping over each artifact. Some of the shapes, the patterns, the materials—he recognized their origins; others were completely unfamiliar. But he knew they all shared a common name—

From China.

They all belong to the Chinese nation.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.

His gaze was fixed intently on an object.

It was a small bronze statue, with a simple and elegant design and smooth lines.

Its posture, its expression, every detail...

Shen Wang's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had seen this thing before.

In the photo.

On the British Museum's official website.

In that thick "Illustrated Catalogue of Cultural Relics Lost Overseas".

That number, that name, that regret that was repeatedly mentioned in countless late nights—

It's here.

Right now, right in front of him.

Shen Wang's hands trembled slightly.

He took a step forward, then another, and stood before the bronze statue, motionless for a long time.

The representatives from the four countries behind them looked at each other, wondering what had happened.

Shen Wang ignored them.

His gaze slowly shifted to the side.

It was a blue and white porcelain vase.

The color, the glaze, the unique patterns—

His breathing stopped again.

This one is also in the British Museum.

This too was lost from the Old Summer Palace.

And that one too.

And that one too.

And that one too!

One by one, one after another.

Those national treasures that he could only see in pictures, videos, and sighs before were now quietly displayed in front of him.

They are no longer separated by glass display cases.

They no longer bear the inscription "Donated by so-and-so" or "Acquired in Tibet in so-and-so year".

They are no longer labeled with those glaring English names.

They are right here.

In this train carriage.

on the way home.

Shen Wang's eyes suddenly felt hot.

He recalled that many years ago, when he first saw that report online, it said that a Chinese cultural relic was auctioned overseas, bought by a Chinese buyer, and finally returned to China.

The comments section was filled with "tears in my eyes" and "welcome home".

At that time, he was just moved and thought those buyers were really amazing.

But now, when he actually stands before these artifacts, when he actually reaches out and can touch them—

Only then did he understand what that feeling of being moved meant.

This is not a simple "buying and selling".

This is a journey home that transcends a century, mountains and seas, war and calamity!

Shen Wang took a deep breath, then another, before finally suppressing the tears welling up in his eyes.

He didn't speak.

He simply reached out and, through the transparent protective layer, gently touched the direction where the bronze statue was located.

It's like caressing a long-lost relative.

Behind them, the representatives of the four countries stood quietly, none of them uttering a sound.

The carriage was quiet, with only the sound of the wind in the distance and the occasional soft metallic clang.

A very, very long time passed.

Shen Wang withdrew his hand and turned around.

His expression had returned to calm, but something was different deep in his eyes.

Then he strode out of the carriage.

The sunlight felt warm and cozy on my skin.

He looked up at the distant sky and suddenly felt that the sun was exceptionally bright today.

Welcome home!