Rebirth of the Hong Kong Millennium Conglomerate

Zhang Zeyang's car came to a smooth stop in front of Xingguang Kindergarten. As the car window rolled down, he could see Zhang Lingyun, wearing a blue kindergarten uniform and carrying a little rabbit backpack, waving goodbye to several friends.

"Brother!" The little girl skipped over, the pink ribbon on her pigtails swaying gently with her movements.

Over the past month, she has shed the shyness she had when she first entered kindergarten, and now always wears a warm smile. The little red flower badge pinned to the collar of her school uniform shines brightly—it's a reward from the teacher for "perfect attendance model students."

Zhang Zeyang opened the car door, bent down, picked her up, and asked, "What did you draw in the garden today?" He habitually tidied her slightly messy bangs, his fingertips touching a small clay mark on her forehead.

"I drew the underwater world!" Lingyun hugged his neck, her little mouth chattering like a wind-up toy. "The teacher said my clownfish drawing was the most realistic, and it's even on the classroom display wall!" As she spoke, she deliberately held up four fingers to show, "It's this big!"

Zhang Zeyang smiled and agreed. As he started the car, he saw the group of parents gradually dispersing from the kindergarten gate reflected in the rearview mirror.

For the past month, his life has been like it's been put on slow motion. Every day, he picks up and drops off Lingyun on time. After dealing with the information from the securities company, he goes home or plays with Lingyun in the yard.

Back home, after entrusting Lingyun to the care of the maid, Zhang Zeyang made himself a cup of tea and sat on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the day's newspaper.

As he scrolled through the financial section's analysis of stock market fluctuations, he frowned slightly, then sent the latest forecast information to Su Qing, his contact person at the securities company.

My gaze inadvertently swept across the international edition, and a headline caught my eye: "Turbulent situation in Southeast Asia, historical issues trigger regional friction."

The accompanying photo is a faded old photograph showing soldiers in old-fashioned uniforms carrying heavy wooden crates against a backdrop of lush tropical jungle.

Zhang Zeyang's fingers paused.

He put down the newspaper, got up and went to his study. He had just thought of a news story from later generations about Southeast Asia during World War II.

During the final stages of World War II, Japanese Army General Tomoyuki Yamashita plundered wealth on the Southeast Asian battlefield. In a secret operation codenamed "Golden Lily," countless gold and jewels looted from various countries were secretly buried in hidden corners of the Philippines and other places.

Post-war declassified U.S. documents revealed that the treasure could be valued at as much as $1000 billion.

The agreement between the Philippine government and treasure hunter Rojas in 1986 further corroborated the legend's authenticity—they recovered a full 4 tons of gold from a secret underground chamber at the San Augustine Church in Manila.

However, Japanese scholars, based on their research in the "Secret Diary of the Greater East Asia War," have determined that this is only a very small part of the 175 treasure sites around Manila, accounting for no more than 2%.

Even more noteworthy was Typhoon Mangkhut in 2018. After that rare and powerful typhoon, a large number of metal containers from the Showa era were washed out of the Luzon coastline. The markings of the Japanese military logistics unit could be faintly seen on the rusted shells, which sparked a new wave of treasure hunting.

However, due to the strict control by the Philippine government, most exploration teams returned empty-handed.

Zhang Zeyang tapped lightly on the map with his fingertips, the landing point being a certain sea area in the central part of Luzon Island.

He remembered a geological report he had seen by chance in his previous life, which said that the seabed rock structure there was special, and that the tsunami caused by the typhoon might have destroyed the camouflage fortifications along the coast, allowing those buried metal containers to see the light of day again.

"If we can find this treasure..." he muttered to himself, a sharp glint in his eyes.

Finding this wealth would greatly increase his net worth. More importantly, since this wealth originally belonged to the invaded country, it was better to take control of it than let it remain dormant, as it might prove more useful in the future.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.

The moment the call connected, a static-like verification tone came through the receiver, followed by a deep male voice: "This is Blackwater International's Asian branch. What services do you require?"

"It's me." Zhang Zeyang's voice was calm and even. "I have a mission for you. The central coastline of Luzon Island in the Philippines, around 16 degrees north latitude."

"Various treasures left behind by the Japanese army during World War II." He paused, then added: "Operation Golden Lily by Tomoyuki Yamashita, buried treasure in the latter half of 1944. Currently, we only know that the Church of St. Augustine is one treasure location; the rest you'll have to find yourselves."

Without any hesitation, the person on the other end of the line agreed: "Understood, we will send people to search as soon as possible."

"Okay," Zhang Zeyang said without hesitation, "It must be kept absolutely secret. Report any discoveries directly to me."

"Yes!" The other party's tone remained calm. "We will arrange personnel within 48 hours. Is there anything else you need?"

"there is none left!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Zeyang went to the yard.

"Brother!" Lingyun's voice called from the courtyard. The little girl ran over, holding a small flower, her cheeks flushed. "Look, isn't the flower pretty?"

Zhang Zeyang smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair: "So beautiful, just as beautiful as Lingyun."

As evening fell, Lingyun sat on the carpet watching television, while Zhang Zeyang arranged some company affairs in his study.

After finishing all this, I walked into the living room and just then saw that the cartoon had finished playing, and Lingyun was yawning while hugging a pillow.

"It's time for a bath and bed." Zhang Zeyang picked her up and had the maid take her to take a bath. After the bath, Zhang Zeyang smelled the fragrance of shampoo in Lingyun's hair.

"Brother, can you bring me milk tomorrow?" Lingyun hugged his neck, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

"Okay." He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "But you need to eat properly first."

"Mmm!" The little girl nodded vigorously, snuggled against him, and soon began to breathe evenly.

Zhang Zeyang carried her into the bedroom, gently placed her on the small bed, and covered her with a blanket printed with a rabbit pattern.

Moonlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on her face.

He stood by the bed for a long time, gently stroking her soft hair with his fingertips, then walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

After leaving his sister Zhang Lingyun's bedroom, Zhang Zeyang also prepared to take a shower and go to bed.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight shone over the ornate iron railings of the villa area, Zhang Zeyang was already holding Zhang Lingyun's little hand, standing at the kindergarten gate.

The little girl, carrying a rabbit-themed backpack and with half a slice of toast dangling from her mouth, waved to him indistinctly, "Brother, when I get out of school this afternoon, you have to be the first one to pick me up!"

"Definitely." Zhang Zeyang straightened her crooked collar, watched her skip and jump into the teacher's arms, and then the teacher led her younger sister into the school before he turned and left.

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