I used the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to fight the Japanese.

Manager Xiao's wristwatch is an alarm. If a problem occurs, a simple press will trigger an alarm, and the bank's security personnel will quickly come to subdue the thief.

"Crack!"

Just then, a soft click sounded, and the second lock on the vault opened. Luo Xiang, standing to the side, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Manager Xiao glanced at the door and silently withdrew his hand. Anyone who could open the vault was their customer; whether they were the person storing the items was not their concern.

"You two are busy, just call me to lock the door when you come out!" The door was already open, Manager Xiao's task was complete, and whether the customer deposited or withdrew was no longer his concern.

"Okay! Thank you for your trouble, Manager Xiao!" Wu Zi said politely.

After Manager Xiao left, only the two young men remained in the basement. They exchanged a glance and slowly opened the warehouse door.

This is a room of about ten square meters, completely sealed off by thick steel plates on all sides. There is no exit except for this main door, not even a window! For absolute security, there are no lights inside; people need to use flashlights to enter.

The two turned on their flashlights and shone them into the room. What came into view were boxes of all sizes, and each box was locked. They were also different in style and material.

"Damn! How much stuff have those Japanese devils looted? It seems like one jeep can't hold it all!" Luo Xiang couldn't help but swear.

"Anything that the Japanese can put in their vault is definitely not ordinary. Find two big ones to carry away, and we'll come back and take the rest next time!" Wu Zi urged.

They can't afford to open and inspect everything at the bank right now; they'll just grab whatever they can get their hands on, regardless of whether it's a black cat or a white cat. If the people at the bank discover anything, not only will they get nothing, but they could also face death!

"Alright!" Luo Xiang agreed and picked out two large boxes to drag out.

Unfortunately, both boxes were quite heavy, and even this strong young man couldn't move them!

The two exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with joy! Something so heavy must be extraordinary; after all, silver is heavier than steel!

After several attempts, it became clear that it was impossible to move both boxes at the same time. So the two of them simply abandoned one box, each choosing a small box to tuck under their arms, and carrying one of the large boxes out with their other hand.

Fortunately, although it was difficult, they could manage to lift it. After leaving the room, they called Manager Xiao to lock the warehouse door, then carried the box back to the lobby and successfully loaded it into the jeep, finally letting out a sigh of relief. Manager Xiao saw the two to the door, watched them get into the car, waved goodbye, and then turned and left.

Not daring to delay, the two drove to the gate of a farmhouse in the suburbs. They opened the gate and, seeing that the yard was unchanged, carried the box into the side room. After locking the car and closing the door, they found tools to open the box and retrieve the treasure.

The lock at the alley entrance was quickly pried open, revealing a dazzling white silver winter melon!

"Wow! We've struck it rich! We're really rich this time! This winter melon must be worth at least a thousand taels of silver!" Luo Xiang exclaimed as he picked up a silver winter melon the size of a cantaloupe!

The so-called "silver winter melon" refers to silver cast into the shape of a winter melon for easy storage. During the Ming and Qing dynasties, wealthy merchants would cast some to store for emergencies. The legendary Kang Baiwan was a wealthy merchant who inspected the Qianling Mausoleum annually. At its peak, the Kang family owned land from Jingyang in Xi'an to Linyi in Shandong! The entire family was incredibly wealthy for fourteen generations until they declined during the Republic of China era.

"There are words on it, quickly check if it belongs to the Kang family!" Wu Zi said, pointing to the side of the silver winter melon in his arms.

"Yes! Look! There must be more than this in the Japanese vault. Next time, we'll definitely empty it out!" Luo Xiang said, turning the silver winter melon over to examine it.

"Kang family, cast in the 26th year of Qianlong's reign, one thousand taels! Holy crap, you guessed right! There are four boxes in one thousand tael box, that's four thousand taels! No wonder it's so heavy! Two ordinary people couldn't even lift it! We've struck it rich! We've really struck it rich! Four thousand taels of silver, we could buy a whole village without a problem!" Wu Zi exclaimed in surprise!

"Hahaha! No problem! You can marry all the girls in the village if you want!" Luo Xiang touched each silver melon with great affection. Four thousand taels of silver was more precious than silver dollars!

"Alright! Let's see what's in the other two boxes. If the Japanese can put something in the vault, it must be something valuable!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Open the chest and claim the treasure! Open the chest and claim the treasure!"

These kinds of things are always exciting and hard to resist. No matter how powerful a person is, they can't help but get excited when they encounter a treasure chest!

Soon, the two men pried open the locks on the two small boxes and, with great trepidation, opened the first box.

What came into view were rows of long, rectangular bags. The bags were made of brocade, with vibrant colors and exquisite workmanship, clearly not ordinary goods. The bags had drawstrings at the top, decorated with tassels and tied in bows, giving them a very sophisticated look.

They took out a bag, opened it, and a scroll painting was revealed before their eyes.

"Damn! They hid it so well for so long, and it's just a New Year's picture! Those Japanese devils are so ignorant! They even want to steal a New Year's picture!" Luo Xiang lost interest as soon as he saw that it was a box of books and paintings. New Year's pictures are not as valuable as hard-earned silver!

“This isn’t just a New Year’s picture hanging in your house! This is an original! It’s an artwork left by our ancestors! This painting alone is worth more than those four winter melons!” Wu Zi said as he slowly unfolded the painting.

This is a painting of a lady, a beautiful woman leaning against an eight-immortal table, gazing serenely into the distance. A Go board and folding fan are placed on the table, as if she is waiting for someone to come and play a game, suggesting a tranquil, leisurely, and comfortable life.

"What the hell? This one woman is worth more than four winter melons? Even the mayor's daughter isn't worth this much silver, is she?"

"This is art, you wouldn't understand! Put it away for now and find an expert to take a look when you have the chance. Open another box!" Wu Zi himself didn't know much either, but he knew it was a good thing.

"Okay! It's best if it's valuable, but it's fine to just hang it at home even if it's not!"

As he spoke, he opened another box, revealing a box full of books!

"Damn it! More waste paper!"

Luo Xiang was almost in tears! He had gone through all that trouble to carry the box back, but it wasn't a box of gold and silver treasures. What was this pile of waste paper all about?

"Don't move!" Wu Zi exclaimed in surprise, staring at the map-like piece of paper at the top of the alley.

"What? You didn't tell me this was valuable too!"

"Valuable! Absolutely very valuable!"

Tiger reached for the map and unfolded it. The crooked lines were marked with Japanese characters. However, judging from the terrain, it was clearly a map of Yudu and the surrounding counties. What surprised Wu Zi most was that the Shaojialing Iron Mine, where they had once worked, was prominently listed, marked with a small black triangle!