"So many gold bars, how much silver is this worth?" Zhang San grabbed a handful of gold bars and held them tightly in his arms.
"Who cares how much? Anyway, it's enough to last us a lifetime."
The two laughed for a while before returning to reality. At this moment, they still had no idea how to get out, and the entire room of gold and silver treasures was, to them, like useless junk.
As the saying goes, "Man dies for wealth; bird dies for food."
Though they couldn't find an exit for now, and their future was uncertain, they took off their clothes, stuffed a pile of gold bars into bundles strapped to their bodies, in case they escaped—then they'd still have silver to spend.
After all, the Capital, though glamorous, was a place of endless indulgence. Without silver, one could hardly take a single step forward.
The Prime Minister's Mansion.
