The sun was rising. Zhao Yu and Cui Lizhu were still carefully analyzing the traitor's notes and Tao Xiang's remarks. Cui Lizhu clenched her fists as she became more excited. "Eighteen boxes of gold would be worth tens of billions of dollars. That isn't including the treasures. No wonder my father had been working on it for so many years. He didn't mention a word of it to me. He kept his secret until he died," she said.
Although Zhao Yu was excited, he didn't make it as obvious. "Lizhu," he said, "We still don't know if the gold really exists. First of all, Liu Dianchen could have been lying in order to save his life. The whole thing was only his defense. If he was making up what he had heard, searching for the gold is just a waste of time."