Previous gold hauls had been measured in grams or kilograms.
This time, it was 200 tons outright.
It was still rather surprising to hear.
"Where did this intelligence come from? Is it reliable?" Wu Heng asked curiously.
Li Yahong said, "A local shelter sold it to us. They originally wanted to retrieve the gold themselves and trade it to us for food, but they discovered they didn't have the means to open the vault, so they sold us the information instead. The intelligence costs ten bags of food. If we can get the gold out, we'll pay them another hundred bags."
Even in the apocalypse, a vault's main gate was not something that could be opened casually.
Gold reserves of several tons were generally national reserves. Even artillery shells probably could not blast open the door.
The survivors who knew about the location had discovered that they could not get the gold inside, so they exchanged the information for food.
"Do they know the location?" Wu Heng asked.
Treasure Island had already shown a powerful ability to gather wealth, but 200 tons of gold was still no small fortune.
Treasure Island currently had many places where it needed money, and they would also need to develop the church later.
It was still necessary to stockpile more gold.
"As long as we agree to the deal, they'll arrange for someone to take us there," Qi Hancai said.
Wu Heng realized that the other side was asking for ten bags of food just for the intelligence.
"Contact them. Tell them we agree, and ask where it is," Wu Heng agreed directly.
"Alright, I'll handle it in a bit." Li Yahong picked up another sheet of paper from the table and handed it to him. "These are the factories scheduled to resume production