Chapter 229 Extra - After Leaving (2/2)

"The door won't open."

The guard went up to try, his face turning red with frustration, but the door remained unmoved. He pressed his ear to the crack in the door to listen, but there was no sound from inside.

"Reporting to the commander, it seems like something is blocking the inside."

The old man frowned. Besides the table and sofa, what else in the room could block the door?

"I uninstalled it." He waved his hand dismissively.

Several guards brought tools and quickly dismantled the door.

The moment the door was lifted open, everyone present forgot to breathe.

The spacious reception room was filled with hundreds of large black lacquered wooden crates, stacked neatly from floor to ceiling, leaving no room to even step.

The study next door was also crammed full.

The two sentries guarding the door turned pale, their eyes filled with confusion.

They stood guard all night, and not a single person, not even a mouse, was seen getting in.

The room is full of boxes, as if they appeared out of nowhere.

The old man stood silently for several seconds before his eyes sharpened from their initial astonishment.

"Move one down and open it."

"Sir, please step back a bit."

The guards immediately became alert, and it took the two of them working together to slowly and laboriously move the top box down.

The box was incredibly heavy, and it landed on the ground with a dull thud.

A guard drew his bayonet and carefully pried open the brass lock on the box, bit by bit.

“Clatter.”

The lid of the box was opened.

There was no dazzling golden light as I had imagined.

Only one cold, heavy yellow color lay quietly at the bottom of the box, drawing everyone's attention in.

That was a whole box of gold bars, stacked as neatly as tofu blocks!

The cadres following behind the old man had their Adam's apples bobbing up and down, and their heavy breathing, which they couldn't suppress, was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

"Quick! Move all the boxes into the yard!"

Just as they were frantically moving boxes in the study, a folded piece of paper floated down from a crack in one of the boxes.

A quick-thinking guard caught it, ran to the old man, and saluted him.

"Sir, it was found in the box."

The old man took the paper himself.

He slowly unfolded it.

There were only eight characters on the paper. The handwriting was not in the style of a master, but it had a sharp and unrestrained spirit. Each stroke seemed to be engraved into the paper with force.

"The donated wealth will be used for the benefit of the people."

The old man stared at the eight characters, his fingers unconsciously tightening, and his originally calm eyes seemed to be suddenly filled with a storm.

He took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and glanced at the mountain of wealth piled up in the courtyard, then at the excited, shocked faces around him.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying an unprecedented solemnity.

"This wealth represents the donor's trust in us, and even more so, a significant bet on the future of the Yan Kingdom!"

"We must not let them down!"

Everyone present turned solemn and nodded in unison, feeling a surge of heat rising in their chests.

"Set up a special task force immediately!" the old man swiftly ordered. "I'll personally take charge! Move all the boxes to Warehouse Number One immediately, count them, and register them! Make sure this money is used where it's most needed for national development and people's livelihoods!"

He paused, then his gaze returned to the paper, as if he could see through those eight words a future he could not imagine but desperately longed for.

What we received was more than just money.

It is also a weighty hope that transcends time. (This chapter has been read. Please click to continue reading the next chapter!)