The cook clenched his fists with both hands and swung them fiercely through the air, "If there was alcohol right now, I'd really love to crack open a few bottles and drink with you until we drop!"
"Don't get too excited just yet, money isn't yours until it's in your own pocket," Song Heping said, although he was also very excited inside, he tried his best to suppress it.
Gold has not reached the border; money has not been transferred; it's still someone else's money.
Busy on the banks of the Tigris River until 4:30 in the morning, the fifty tons of gold were finally all hoisted up with the winch.
Song Heping had the cars driven back into the forest to be hidden, then led his small team onto the barge, taking refuge inside the cabin.
The Persian agents on the barge spread sand in the cargo hold, disguising it as a sand transporter heading north.