Chapter 44: Hidden Gold, Violent Soldiers
In this room, there were nearly a hundred small animal ornaments, depicting birds, animals, and fish swimming in the water. The vibrant yellow and orange colors lent them an endearing, almost naive appearance.
As Ye Fan approached this array of ornaments, excitement welled up within him. Despite his rational mind suggesting that the wealthy director wouldn't display gold so openly, Ye Fan, troubled by financial woes, couldn't help but nurture hope for a windfall.
The conflicting thoughts played in his mind: What if the director had lost his mind? What if these seemingly ordinary ornaments concealed a golden treasure?
Ye Fan picked up an elephant ornament, anticipating Nana's notification tone that would signal its conversion into system money. However, disappointment struck as the system remained silent. "It's over! Brass," Ye Fan regretfully muttered, tossing the elephant aside but retaining a glimmer of hope.
He tried another ornament, a shark, yet no notification beep followed. Puzzled, he speculated, "Is it possible that one of these ornaments is made of gold, cleverly hidden among the rest?"
Disappointment persisted until only a red-crowned crane ornament remained. As he picked it up, the anticipated prompt still eluded him. Ye Fan sighed, "I knew it was improbable for someone to display so much gold openly. This shelf is the real treasure."
Unexpectedly, as he raised the seemingly brass-like ornament, Nana's voice broke through, "Didi~~~! We found precious metals that can be converted into system money. Sir, would you like to convert them?"
Ye Fan was stunned, questioning the possibility of this seemingly brass item being precious metal. Toggling between disbelief and realization, he transformed it without hesitation.
"Congratulations, sir, for getting 8,500 gold!" Nana's announcement filled the room, and Ye Fan, overwhelmed by joy, contemplated the possibilities.
With 8,500 gold at his disposal, Ye Fan envisioned upgrading his company and increasing firepower. Contemplating the dire external situation, he decided to bolster his troops.
Calculating manpower needs, he determined a company strength of 130 red alert units, excluding vehicles. Excited to start production, Ye Fan prioritized Flamethrower Warriors and military dogs. The list expanded to include a sniper, medics, and a bazooka warrior, reflecting his strategic approach to combat.
"Sniper Lin Qing reports to the commander!"
"Flamethrower Lin Zhikang reports to sir!"
"Fame-throwing warrior Li Hao reports to the commander!"
"Bazooka warrior Su Mo reports to the commander!"
"Medical female soldier Xiao Jing reports to the commander!"
"Army soldier XXX reports to the commander!"
"Mobilize troops XXX to report to the commander!"
"Woof woof! Woof woof!"
As soldiers filed into the room, each reporting their role, Ye Fan felt a surge of pride. The small office, once cramped, now housed a formidable force—armed soldiers and menacing military dogs. The moment marked the completion of a storm, and as the soldiers and dogs stood at attention, Ye Fan, their commander, opened his eyes, embracing the pride that surged within him.