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

Lin Mo looked at the sealed box with a determined gaze.

He took out his phone and started scrolling through his contacts.

The crew members looked at him with curiosity.

"Captain, are you going to call the police?"

"Call the police?"

Lin Mo shook his head, found the familiar number, and dialed it directly.

"For professional matters, you should leave them to professionals."

The phone rang a few times before being answered quickly.

A strong, aged voice, tinged with amusement, came through the receiver.

"Hahaha! It's Xiaolin! What made you think of calling this old man? Did you find some treasure again?"

On the other end of the phone was the white-haired old man from the Shanghai Antique Museum, who had previously traded Guangxu Yuanbao coins with Lin Mo.

He was clearly in a great mood, his voice radiating joy.

"Those Guangxu silver coins you sent last time were in excellent condition!"

"Those old guys in our museum who study ancient coins are glued to them all day long, they don't even have time to eat!"

"You've been a huge help to us!"

Lin Mo smiled and said politely.

"Mr. Bai, you're too kind. It's my honor to be able to contribute to the museum."

"Haha, you little rascal, you sure know how to talk!"

The white-haired old man said with a smile.

"So, what new discovery have you made this time? You had to call me personally, so it must be something special, right?"

Lin Mo cleared his throat and organized his thoughts.

"Mr. Bai, it's like this. Today at sea, we salvaged a car from the Republican era..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the white-haired old man.

"A car? From the Republican era?"

The old man sounded somewhat surprised, but then his interest waned.

"Kobayashi, cars are industrial products; they don't have much collectible value."

"Especially those fished out of the sea, they're probably all rotten to the point of being scrap metal. You can just sell them as scrap; you don't need to tell me specifically."

The viewers in the live stream were amused.

"Haha, the old man still doesn't realize how serious things are!"

"High-altitude emergency warning! Non-combat personnel, please evacuate immediately!"

"I bet a bag of spicy strips that the old man will jump out of his chair in a minute!"

Lin Mo remained calm and continued speaking.

"The car itself isn't worth much, but there's a box inside."

"Inside the box, we found a whole box of newspapers."

The white-haired old man said "Oh?" and showed a slight interest.

"What newspaper?"

"Guangming Daily"

Lin Mo said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Inaugural issue. Out of print."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Immediately, the white-haired old man's breathing became somewhat rapid.

"What did you say?! The inaugural issue of the Guangming Daily?! How many issues are there?!"

"Probably... a few hundred, and they're all in pretty good condition."

"hiss--"

A clear gasp came through the phone.

"Xiao Lin! Listen to me! This batch of newspapers is extremely valuable! You must keep it safe!"

"I can give you an estimate right now! One in perfect condition, I'll give you two hundred thousand! Two hundred thousand for one!"

Two hundred thousand per piece!

The crew's eyes lit up again.

Hundreds of them, that's... hundreds of millions?!

However, Lin Mo's next words made everyone's hearts skip a beat.

"Mr. Bai, please calm down."

"The newspaper was just placed on top."

"There's something else in the very center of the box."

The white-haired old man was stunned.

"There's more? Even more precious than the discontinued Genesis?"

Lin Mo took a deep breath and spoke slowly in the most solemn and clear tone he had ever used.

"It's a manuscript."

"Mr. Zhou Shuren's... 'Special Issue in Commemoration of the War Dead'".

"An authentic work. And judging by its appearance, it's a complete version."

"..."

The person on the other end of the phone is dead.

There was no sound at all.

There was only a deathly silence.

The crew members on deck dared not even breathe.

In the live stream, millions of viewers held their breath, waiting quietly.

Time passed by, second by second.

A full minute passed.

Just when Lin Mo thought the signal had been lost.

Suddenly, a loud crash came through the receiver, followed by the chaotic sounds of tables and chairs colliding and water glasses shattering.

Another ten seconds or so passed before the white-haired old man's voice, filled with heavy breathing and extreme trembling, rang out again.

"Xiao...Xiao Lin...you...you say it again...what did you get?!"

His voice was trembling so badly that it sounded like he was about to die.

"I...I didn't hold my phone properly, and it...fell to the ground."

Lin Mo suppressed his excitement and repeated it again.

"The complete original manuscript of Mr. Zhou Shuren's 'Special Issue in Commemoration of the War Dead'".

"Oh My God……"

The white-haired old man let out a groan as if in a dream, followed by violent coughing.

It took him a long time to recover, but the excitement and elation in his voice were impossible to hide.

"Kobayashi! No! Mr. Hayashi!"

His way of addressing people has changed.

"Listen to me! From now on, you're not going to do anything! Just stay here and guard that box! Don't leave its side!"

"I'll get there right away! I'll contact the highest-level department immediately! We'll get there as fast as we can!"

"No! Tell me your coordinates! We'll send a helicopter to pick you up! No! To pick up our national treasure!"

The old man spoke very quickly, even somewhat incoherently, but his words were remarkably clear.

"Don't worry! You've made a tremendous contribution to the country this time!"

"The country will absolutely not treat you unfairly! I vouch for it with my old bones!"

"Just tell me what you need me to do! I'll provide manpower if you need it, and equipment if you need it!"

Hearing the almost burning passion on the other end of the phone, Lin Mo's lips curled up slightly.

"Mr. Bai, please calm down."

"I understand the seriousness of the matter, and I have properly stored the items in a sealed box."

"Just make the arrangements as normal on your end. We still have fuel on board, so it's safe for now."

"Good! Good! Good!"

The white-haired old man said "good" three times in a row, his voice full of appreciation and satisfaction.

"You truly live up to your reputation! You remain unfazed even when Mount Tai collapses before you! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"

"Okay! Then you continue fishing, but be careful! We'll activate the highest level of emergency response immediately! Stay in touch!"

"OK."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Mo let out a long sigh of relief.

He turned around, looked at the group of crew members who had been completely petrified, and clapped his hands.

"Alright, stop standing there like idiots."

"Go do what you're supposed to do."

"Keep working!"

"Mo...Brother Mo..."

A young crew member, his lips trembling, managed to squeeze out a few words with great difficulty.

"That...that...Mr. Zhou's...manuscript, we...we really got it?"

Lin Mo found it somewhat amusing to see him looking like he was about to faint.

"Otherwise what?"

"Would Old Bai joke about something like this with me?"

He paused, then added.

"Put your things in my room first, store them in the best sealed boxes, and the relevant government departments will come to receive them when we dock."

"This is a national treasure. Let alone selling it, we can't bear the responsibility even if we damage a corner of it."

"Brother Mo, how much is that thing actually worth?"

Finally, someone couldn't resist asking the question that everyone had been itching to know.

"I heard Old Bai making a sound just now, like he was about to collapse. Isn't that a bit too exaggerated?"

In the live stream, millions of viewers also perked up their ears.