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"That's not necessarily true. The Pharaoh's pyramids don't have keys, and someone has entered them before." Jack shrugged.

He never believed that there was a 100% safe place in the world; if there was, it meant that the preparations were not yet sufficient.

"The location of the base is a highly classified military secret; ordinary people would never be able to find it," Colonel Bard retorted, his expression somewhat displeased.

It concerns the military's honor, and he will not tolerate an Asian person slandering it.

Jack didn't argue with Colonel Bird and shrugged. Just then, Ada spoke up from behind, "I have another question. Although this mission is a collaboration between me and Mr. Eagle, if there's a disagreement, whose opinion should we follow?"

"This is something you two will need to discuss between yourselves," the count said, giving the impression that they should handle it themselves.

There are some things that don't need his involvement; it might be better to let them handle them themselves.

"Well, I don't mind," Jack said casually, trying to be modest.

“Okay, then I’ll make the decision,” Ada quickly followed, clearly vying for power. Jack’s mere polite remark had been enough for her to decide.

“You…” Jack glanced at Ada, his dislike for the woman growing stronger, but he couldn’t say anything to the Earl in person.

Let's just consider it giving the Earl face. Anyway, once we get to F State, it's hard to say who's in charge.

"Meet me at the Royal Library at 10 a.m. tomorrow. We'll discuss the process of this operation." Ada looked at Jack, smiled slightly, and said in a way that left no room for refusal. After saying that, she turned and left.

"That damn woman." Jack cursed inwardly. She wanted to boss him around just because she had a little power.

"Alright, Earl, now we need to discuss the reward for this mission." After everyone had left, Jack looked at the Earl with a serious expression.

One thing at a time, Flying Eagle always operates on principles, and his principle is money.

If you have money, he can help you find things anywhere in the world.

“That’s easy. I’ll give you one percent after it’s done,” the count replied with a smile.

He also knew a principle: it's impossible to want a horse to run without feeding it.

“One percent? That’s too little.” Jack frowned.

This time the risk is so great, and the reward is only one percent. Comfort is not as appealing as a man.

"Too little?" The Earl laughed, then looked at Jack: "Flying Eagle, do you know how much gold is in the base?"

"How much? One ton? Two tons? Or ten or eight tons?" Jack asked without thinking.

Even if he had ten tons of gold, taking one percent would only amount to 0.1 tons, based on current international gold prices.

One gram of gold is worth 32 US dollars, so the total value he obtained was only a little over three million US dollars. Considering the difficulty of this mission, it is clear that he lost money.

He had heard that there was an antique called something called God's Armor, which was very valuable and not very dangerous.

If this is all the reward he could get, he would rather seek out God's Armed Forces than get involved with this batch of gold.

They made some nice points, but anyone with a brain knows it won't be that easy. There are many forces eyeing the gold.

Many people wanted to take it all for themselves. He maneuvered among these forces and eventually obtained the gold, but he had to risk his life for it.

“I can tell you the exact number. This batch of gold totals 240 tons, which means you will receive 2.4 tons of gold as payment.” The count looked at Jack with a smile.

The Earl knew that Jack wouldn't do it if the reward wasn't enough. Although he tried to fool Jack by saying that not many people knew about it, Jack wasn't stupid and would definitely guess.

“However, to round it up, I can give you three tons of gold.” After the count finished speaking, Jack was completely dumbfounded.

Three tons of gold?

How much is that in US dollars? He suddenly realized that his math was terrible; he couldn't even do such a simple multiplication.

“One ton of gold is worth more than 30 million US dollars. If it's three tons, wouldn't that be over 100 million US dollars?” Jack finally calculated the value of gold.

This was far more profitable than he had expected. Without saying a word, he had to do this lucrative deal.

“Count, it’s a pleasure doing business with you.” Jack extended his hand, his face beaming.

"Pleasant to work with."

After the cooperation was finalized, Jack didn't linger. For the sake of his $100 million, he needed to gather more comprehensive information.

He's relying on intelligence from the count and the military; he won't even know how he died.

However, the thought of having to go to the Royal Library tomorrow gave him a headache.

"For the sake of one hundred million US dollars, I'll put up with you for a while," Jack thought to himself.

No matter how much dissatisfaction he felt, he could ignore it all because of the $100 million.

"finally reached."

After a flight of more than ten hours, we finally landed, Li Xinxin said happily.

This was her first time traveling abroad, and with the man she loved most; everything seemed so wonderful.

Tian Yangen always stayed within three meters of Li Xinxin to ensure that she had enough time and distance to protect her in case of any danger.

"Let's go, let's find a hotel to stay in first." Chen Ziwen took Li Xinxin's hand and walked out of the airport.

Tian Yangen and A-Jie followed closely behind the two.

Heaton Hotel.

After getting into the car, Chen Ziwen spoke directly.

When you go out to have fun, you should have a good time. He's not short of money, so of course he wants to stay in the best hotel.

In less than half an hour, the taxi stopped in front of the Hilton Hotel. After paying the fare, Chen Ziwen led Li Xinxin into the hotel.

It must be said that the Heaton Hotel is incredibly luxurious in every aspect, giving people a grand and magnificent feeling as soon as they enter.

"Not bad, I'll have to do a good job with my own hotel in the future." Chen Ziwen thought to himself as he looked at the decor of the Hilton Hotel lobby.

When Chen Ziwen bought Lan Kwai Fong, he spent 500 million to buy a 20-story building near Lan Kwai Fong, which is currently under renovation, just like Lan Kwai Fong.

He had already decided on the name of the hotel: Lan Kwai Fong Grand Hotel, which would complement the Lan Kwai Fong bars.

Getting back to the main point, Chen Ziwen, along with Li Xinxin, Tian Yangen, and A-Jie behind them, walked to the front desk.

"Hello sir, welcome to the Heaton Hotel. We hope you have a pleasant stay." The receptionist greeted him with impeccable politeness.

"Give me a presidential suite, and two deluxe single rooms," Chen Ziwen said, taking out his bank card and placing it on the front desk.

"Okay, sir."

The presidential suite was, of course, for myself and Li Xinxin, costing over ten thousand US dollars a night. The deluxe single room was prepared for Tian Yangen and A Jie, costing only two thousand US dollars a day compared to the presidential suite.

After checking into their room, Chen Ziwen and Li Xinxin were led directly to the top floor of the hotel by the staff.

"Sir, welcome, please enjoy your stay," the waiter said respectfully, bowing obsequiously.

No matter where you are, money talks, especially for the wealthy who can afford to stay in presidential suites. Waiters and waiters dare not offend them.

"Alright, you can go now." Chen Ziwen casually handed over a bill and sent the waiter away.

While the presidential suite is luxurious, Chen Ziwen's home is no less impressive, so there's nothing surprising about it.

"Ah Wen, isn't it too expensive for us to stay here?" Li Xinxin was a little distressed about the cost, as this one night would cost nearly 100,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Before she met Ah Man, HK$100,000 was her salary for a year and a half.

"Silly girl, when you're out having fun, you should have a good time, and the place you stay can't be bad either," Chen Ziwen said affectionately, gently stroking Li Xinxin's hair.

He knew that he might not be able to give Li Xinxin a devoted husband in the future, but aside from this matter, he would make sure that Li Xinxin lived a comfortable life in every other way.

It was just a presidential suite; he didn't even consider it a threat.

Since it was Awen's decision, she didn't say anything more, her heart filled with sweetness.

"Take a good rest today, and we'll go shopping again tomorrow," Chen Ziwen said with a touch of heartache when he saw Li Xinxin's tired face.

He had no choice; jet lag is exhausting. He didn't mind, but Li Xinxin's health wasn't good enough for it.

"Mmm." Li Xinxin nodded: "Awen, I want you to hold me while I sleep."

"it is good"

Chen Ziwen naturally had to fulfill her request.

While Chen Ziwen and Li Xinxin rested, Tian Yangen and A Jie left the hotel to observe their surroundings.

Jet lag is completely unnecessary for either of them...

"Carefully observe the surrounding terrain so that we can be prepared in case of any problems," A-Jie said with a meticulous expression.

For a skilled person, the most important thing when arriving in an unfamiliar place is to familiarize themselves with the surrounding terrain. Only in this way can they take better action.

"it is good."

Compared to A-Jie, her mission was more important. She knew very well how strong Brother Wen was, so he basically didn't need A-Jie's protection. But Li Xinxin was different.

Li Xinxin is just a weak woman, and she must do her best.

"If possible, we could get a few guns." A-Jie's expression was serious.

In foreign countries, guns are very common, and it is not difficult to buy one.

And so, the two of them spent a day outside, memorizing the surrounding terrain, and incidentally even managed to acquire two guns.

When they returned in the evening, it was already past midnight. Without reporting back, the two went straight to their respective rooms to rest.

The next morning, as soon as Chen Ziwen opened his eyes, the system notification sounded.