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

Eight million!

When Song Zhenhua uttered those three words.

The crew members stared wide-eyed, unable to utter a single word.

Lin Siyu was completely dumbfounded.

At this moment, only that demonic sound echoed in her little head.

Eight...eight million?

This dark, unappealing lump of iron that I despise!

The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

[Did I hear that right? Eight million? Is that in Chinese currency?!]

[Hey bro, you're missing the point. This is US dollars, isn't it? (doge)]

Eight million for a rusty gas cylinder? Sir, blink twice if you've been kidnapped!

[Holy crap! I declare that from today onwards, this thing is my dad! My biological dad!]

[The streamer struck it rich! Did he snag a down payment for a house in a first-tier city with one swipe?]

Why bother fishing? Go get a torpedo fishing business! It's more profitable than fishing!

[Upstairs, you probably want to go to Haidilao to get yourself.]

Lin Mo was also a little stunned by this number.

He had anticipated that the torpedo would be valuable, but he hadn't expected it to be this valuable.

This money is enough to completely refurbish his fishing boat from the inside out, and could even buy him a more advanced one.

"How's it going, young man?"

Song Zhenhua looked at Lin Mo and asked nervously.

He was afraid that the young man wouldn't know the value of the goods or would ask for an exorbitant price.

After all, the symbolic significance of this torpedo far exceeds its monetary value.

For the Chinese Naval History Museum, this is a national treasure that must be acquired!

Lin Mo snapped out of his daze and looked at the torpedo lying quietly on the deck.

He is not a greedy person.

For him, the greatest value of this torpedo was that it could be converted into money.

But for Song Zhenhua, and for the country, it represents a glorious era.

The best place for it is to return it to the place where its value can be best reflected.

Lin Mo grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"make a deal!"

He answered crisply and decisively.

Song Zhenhua visibly breathed a sigh of relief, and the wrinkles on his face smoothed out.

He gripped Lin Mo's hand tightly and shook it forcefully.

"Good! Good! Good! Young man, you're a straightforward person!"

He immediately turned around and shouted to the coast guard officers behind him.

"Contact the consulate immediately to process the transfer!"

"yes!"

A young coast guard officer immediately took out his communication equipment and began making contact.

The museum was extremely efficient, seemingly having already opened a green channel for this "sacred relic".

Less than ten minutes.

"Ding!"

Lin Mo received a text message from the bank on his phone.

Looking at that long string of zeros, Lin Mo's heart skipped a beat.

Having real money in your hands, it just feels different.

"Cash on delivery!"

Song Zhenhua patted Lin Mo on the shoulder, then turned eagerly to the torpedo.

"Now, it's ours!"

The old expert's face was beaming with a smile.

He took out a set of sophisticated tools from his toolbox.

"I'll remove the fuse first, then it'll be completely safe."

As Song Zhenhua spoke, he carefully began to operate the equipment.

His movements were very professional, a stark contrast to his earlier excited demeanor.

Lin Siyu and the crew members curiously gathered around, barely daring to breathe.

The viewers in the live stream were thoroughly enjoying the show.

Wow, that old man's technique is clearly that of a seasoned pro.

[A bomb disposal scene? Wow, this live stream is so hardcore!]

[Eight million torpedoes, watching them being dismantled with my own eyes—it was all worth it in this lifetime!]

[Host, how about you talk to the old man and ask him to give me one of the parts he took apart? I'll pay eighty!]

A few minutes later, Song Zhenhua successfully removed a complex fuse device intact from the head of the torpedo.

"Alright, now it's a perfectly safe iron pipe."

He let out a long sigh and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Next came the moving work.

This torpedo is about seven meters long, more than half a meter in diameter, and weighs nearly a thousand kilograms.

It's impossible for just a few people to lift it.

Qi Lei waved his hand, and several coast guard officers immediately stepped forward and, together with the crew of the fishing boat, found thick ropes and planks.

"One, two, three, go!"

With everyone working together and chanting slogans, they exerted tremendous effort.

They carefully moved this heavy behemoth from the deck of the fishing boat onto the coast guard's speedboat.

Song Zhenhua personally held the torpedo on the speedboat, afraid of the slightest bump or knock.

Before leaving, Qi Lei deliberately walked up to Lin Mo.

"Brother Lin Mo, thank you so much for today."

"If you hadn't spotted it and retrieved it in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

Lin Mo quickly waved his hand.

"Captain Qi, you're too kind. You coast guard officers are the true protectors of our fishermen. We should be thanking you."

These words come from the bottom of my heart.

Drifting at sea year-round, no one knows what unexpected situations might arise.

With the coast guard around, I feel at ease.

Qi Lei smiled, his impression of Lin Mo improving even more.

This young man is courageous, humble, and a trustworthy person to befriend.

He took a business card out of his pocket and handed it to Lin Mo.

"This is my personal phone number. If you encounter any problems at sea that you can't solve, you can call me directly."

Lin Mo accepted the business card, flattered and surprised.

This is much more effective than calling the police.

Qi Lei patted him on the shoulder, lowered his voice, and teased him.

"I have a feeling that you're going to cause some trouble again in a few hours."

Lin Moqian chuckled twice, but didn't dare to reply.

As the roar of the coast guard speedboat's engine faded into the distance, a thunderous cheer erupted from the deck of the fishing boat.

"I'm rich!!"

"We're rich!!"

Several young crew members jumped and danced with excitement, wishing they could jump into the sea and swim a couple of laps.

Lin Siyu threw herself into Lin Mo's arms, wrapped her legs around his waist, and screamed excitedly.

"Brother! Eight million! It's eight million!"

"We're rich now! We can get a bigger ship! We can buy new equipment!"

The little girl's voice was trembling with tears; it was hard to tell whether it was from excitement or joy.

Lin Mo was almost unable to breathe because of her choking, and patted her back helplessly.

"Alright, alright, get down now, you're a grown man."

Lin Siyu reluctantly slid off him, but her eyes remained bright and sparkling.

Lin Mo suddenly remembered something and asked with a stern face.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how did you call the police?"

"How did we end up bringing in a bomb disposal expert?"

Mentioning this, Lin Siyu blushed, her eyes darted away, and her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes.

"I...I just told the operator that we'd pulled up a huge, explosive metal lump from our ship..."

"and then?"

"Then...then she asked me to describe its specific features, so I said...dark, round, like a big bomb..."

Lin Siyu's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Lin Mo's eyes twitched as he listened.

A huge, explosive lump of iron? Like a giant bomb?

This police report description is really bizarre.

No wonder the Coast Guard was on high alert and sent over their national treasure-level bomb disposal expert who was stationed in Beihai.

If a regular police officer saw this, his first reaction would definitely be to report it and then destroy it on the spot.

Then those eight million will really be gone for good.

In a sense, it was actually a lucky accident that his sister's "absurd" call to the police turned out to be a stroke of luck.

They then invited Song Zhenhua, a discerning "God of Wealth," to their aid.

This luck is simply incredible.

Lin Mo looked at her younger sister, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"From now on, you're not allowed to call the police anymore."

"Oh……"

Lin Siyu responded with a wronged tone, but the gloom was quickly dispelled by immense joy.

She took her phone out of Lin Mo's pocket and opened the bank's text message.

She counted the long string of zeros over and over again, her little mouth grinning from ear to ear.

Meanwhile, Lin Mo's live stream was already incredibly popular.

The number of online users has unknowingly surpassed 800,000!

Moreover, this number is skyrocketing!

The entire live streaming platform was flooded with the name of this live stream.

Countless netizens flocked to the live stream, eager to witness firsthand the legendary streamer who retrieved the "Founding Torpedo."

[Newbie here, where are the torpedoes? Where are the eight million torpedoes?]

[Too late! The torpedoes have already been confiscated by the government. The streamer made a killing of eight million!]

[Holy crap! Really? I saw this in a news clip; it said a news anchor found an antique torpedo?]

[It's more than just an antique! It's a sacred object! The very foundation of the Chinese Navy!]

[Wow, this streamer's awesome! Followed! I'll be following you from now on, remember to call me next time you're farming for an aircraft carrier!]

Looking at the rapidly scrolling bullet comments and the constantly fluctuating donation amount in the background, Lin Mo knew that he had truly become famous this time.

He cleared his throat and smiled at the camera.

"Thank you all for your attention and support. The torpedo has been properly handled, so please don't worry."

He glanced at Lin Siyu, who was still hugging her phone and grinning foolishly, her fingers constantly tapping on the screen, and shook his head helplessly.

"Lin Siyu!"

"Huh? Brother, what's wrong?"

The little girl looked up, her face blank.

Lin Mo pointed to the fishing net at the stern of the boat.

"Stop counting, your mouth is watering."

"Keep casting the net, let's get to work!"