Fishermen's live stream: Twelve bodies were retrieved at the start.

Several crew members' mouths twitched uncontrollably. They wanted to laugh, but felt the occasion was inappropriate; they wanted to curse, but felt the girl didn't seem to be doing it on purpose.

The live stream chat exploded with comments.

[Pfft—I spat out a mouthful of water all over the screen! Sis, are you a devil?!]

[Talent! I'd call him a business genius! Still worrying about price at a time like this!]

[Brother: This is a time bomb! Sister: Can I get more money? Hahahaha, I can't laugh anymore!]

[This girl is a real catch; she's incredibly daring when it comes to money! She'd even dare to covet money from the King of Hell!]

Lin Mo was also in a bind, feeling a throbbing sensation in his temples.

He quickly covered his sister's mouth and said in a low voice.

"Shut up! Say another word and I'll throw you into the sea to feed the fish!"

What time is it?!

Didn't you see how green the coast guard officers' faces turned?!

However, with her mouth covered, Lin Siyu's big eyes were still blinking innocently.

Zhang Yuan also looked both amused and exasperated.

He had seen bold people, but he had never seen anyone with such a big heart.

He was about to say something to emphasize the seriousness of the matter when he was interrupted by a figure behind him.

Everyone looked over.

An elderly man in plain clothes walked out from the coast guard team.

He wasn't wearing a coast guard uniform, just a simple gray jacket.

He ignored everyone around him and walked straight toward the torpedo lying quietly on the deck.

The surrounding coast guard officers instinctively tried to stop them, but Zhang Yuan stopped them with a look.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats once again, following the old man's every step.

What is this old man trying to do?

Are you going to go up and kick him too?

However, what happened next surprised everyone.

The old man walked to the torpedo, slowly squatted down, and stared excitedly at the torpedo's outer shell.

He squatted there, his hand trembling slightly, and began to feel his way back inch by inch from the head of the torpedo.

The atmosphere on the deck instantly became eerie.

The crew members looked at each other, completely bewildered.

How come the death warrant they were just trying to avoid has become a treasure to him?

The viewers in the live stream were also dumbfounded.

Who's this old man? His style is so different from everyone else's!

[His gaze... damn, it looked even more greedy than the way my sister looked at that torpedo!]

Look closely at his hands! They're shaking! Is he scared? No! He seems excited?

[I get it! A master! This is absolutely true mastery! You only react like this when facing something you love most!]

The old man stroked her for a full three minutes before slowly raising his head, his red eyes looking at Lin Mo.

"Did you fish this thing out of the sea?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

Lin Mo nodded.

Although he didn't know the old man's identity, Zhang Yuan's respectful manner towards him indicated that the old man was someone of great importance.

"That's right, I fished it out."

Lin Mo answered calmly.

"My live stream is recorded in its entirety, and I can access the replay at any time to verify it."

Zhang Yuan immediately added from the side.

"Mr. Song, we have confirmed that what Captain Lin Mo said is true, and the salvage process can be traced back to its source."

The old man, referred to as "Old Song," nodded, his gaze returning to the torpedo, muttering to himself.

"That's it... It's been over fifty years... I never thought I'd see it again."

His voice was very soft, but Lin Siyu, with her sharp ears, still caught the words "more than fifty years".

The little money-grubber's eyes instantly dimmed.

"Hey, it's only been fifty years..."

She couldn't help but mutter something under her breath, her face filled with disappointment.

"I thought it was an antique from World War II!"

She started analyzing it seriously, counting on her fingers.

"Items from fifty years ago can't be considered antiques, so they won't fetch a high price."

"Moreover, the technology at that time certainly wasn't very secretive, and probably didn't have much scientific research value."

"Sigh, what a disappointment. I thought this real explosive would be several times more expensive than that dud from last time!"

Lin Siyu's words were clearly heard by everyone around her.

Several young coast guard members almost burst out laughing.

This girl's thought process is so uniquely adorable.

Lin Mo was too tired to complain anymore; he felt utterly exhausted.

However, Old Song, who had been focused on torpedoes, suddenly turned around after hearing Lin Siyu's "profound" remarks.

He looked at Lin Siyu seriously.

"Little girl, you're saying it... has no value?"

Lin Siyu felt a little uneasy under his gaze, but she still stubbornly spoke up.

"Isn't that right? As an antique, it's not old enough. As for technology, it's long outdated. What use is it besides blowing things up?"

Song Zhenhua slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

Finally, his gaze fell on Lin Mo's live stream camera.

He knew that hundreds of thousands of eyes were watching behind the camera.

He took a deep breath and said with utmost solemnity.

"You are all wrong."

"The value of this torpedo far exceeds all of your imagination."

"It's not just ordinary scrap metal, nor is it an outdated weapon."

"If I'm not mistaken..."

Song Zhenhua paused for a moment.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for him to continue.

"This torpedo was most likely... launched during the difficult years when our Dragon Kingdom was under complete technological blockade at the beginning of its founding."

"The first truly independent satellite developed and successfully launched by our own people..."

"Brilliant Thunder!"

On the deck, everyone was stunned into a blank mind by this sudden information.

What?

The first... independently developed torpedo?

This rusty lump of iron almost sent them all flying.

It's actually... it's actually a milestone that carries the hopes of the nation's early military industry, building it from scratch?!

The crew members stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.

Zhang Yuan and his coast guard members were also deeply moved, and their bodies unconsciously straightened up.

When his gaze fell upon the torpedo, it was already filled with deep respect.

After a full five seconds of silence, the live stream chat exploded with comments!

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! I'm speechless! A thunderbolt of triumph?!]

[The first domestically developed torpedo in the early days of the People's Republic of China?! My God! What have I witnessed?!]

[My scalp is tingling! Guys! This isn't just about how much it's worth!]

This is history! This is the starting point for our Dragon Nation's military industry, from scratch!

No wonder that old man acted like he'd seen his own father! This isn't just a treasure! This is an ancestor!

From this rusty "praise torpedo" to our current aircraft carrier fleet and electromagnetic railguns...

[Why are my eyes watering, you grown man?!]

[Hey host! Stop selling it! Donate it! This thing must be put in the National Museum so that all future generations can see it!]

[Where's that girl who said it was worthless? Come out and take your punishment! Hahahaha!]

Lin Siyu was completely dumbfounded.

Her theories of "antique age" and "technical value" were shattered in the face of the words "first" and "a triumphant mine".

She finally realized that she seemed to have... said the wrong thing.

Lin Mo's heart was pounding wildly.

He understood the weight of this better than anyone else.

That was an era of extreme poverty and isolation, cut off from the entire world.

This torpedo represents more than just a weapon; it represents an indomitable spirit.

It was our forefathers who used abacuses and their blood and sweat to pave the way for future generations to open the door to national defense!

Just then, Song Zhenhua turned around and bowed deeply to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was startled and quickly stepped forward to help.

"Sir, what are you doing! You mustn't do that!"

Song Zhenhua waved his hand, straightened up, and looked at him with a face full of emotion.

"No, that's fine. Young man, I should thank you."

"Did you know that, according to standard procedures, this is what happens when an unidentified and unstable explosive device is found offshore?"

"The optimal solution is to detonate and destroy it on the spot after confirming that it cannot be dismantled."

His words sent a chill down everyone's spine once again.

This national treasure, carrying extraordinary historical significance, may be ready in just a few minutes.

They treated it as an ordinary dangerous item and it disappeared forever into the sea.

"It was you, it was you who saved it."

Song Zhenhua said gratefully.

"You have made a great contribution to the country and to the history of our navy!"

Lin Mo felt a little embarrassed by what was said and scratched his head.

"I...I didn't think that much about it, I just felt that this thing was unusual and couldn't be handled casually."

Song Zhenhua smiled with satisfaction.

He cleared his throat, his gaze sharpening and becoming serious once more.

"Young man, this torpedo is a threat to our Chinese navy."

"It holds irreplaceable commemorative significance for the entire history of the country's military industry development."

"It must be collected!"

He paused for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts or making a final decision.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone on the ship and more than 500,000 netizens in the live broadcast room.

He looked at Lin Mo and said solemnly:

"On behalf of the North Sea Naval History Museum of China, I hereby formally propose to acquire your company."

"We're willing to make an offer..."

Song Zhenhua held up eight fingers.

"Eight million!"