The fishing boat sailed across the sea for about twenty minutes and soon arrived at the coordinates 236-549-54b in Area 65.
Allen Zhang stood on the crossing gangway with his people, wearing sunglasses, feeling the wet, salty sea breeze blowing against his face, the endless ocean full of the scent of seafood.
He also saw the shadows of several fishing boats in the distance, lingering and exploring nearby, conducting deep-water fishing, but basically coming up empty-handed.
The old man ca over with a chuckle and said, "Guest, we’ve arrived at the location you ntioned. Are you sure you want to carry out deep-water fishing here?"
"What’s next?" Allen Zhang asked, having confird that there indeed existed a sunken treasure nearby, but the specific fishing process still needed to be handed over to the professionals.
"We need to put the radar in for detection first, confirm the situation underwater, and detect the location and geographical environnt of the sunken treasure. If it’s the latest equipnt, we can directly print out a 3D model on the screen, but our fishing boat uses old radar, so we can only use a printer to draw out the approximate situation on paper. If there is tal nearby, it would also receive magnetic field feedback," the old man explained.
"Ok, do you need help from my people?" Allen Zhang nodded.
"You just need to wait for our good news," the old man said with a grin, lighting his pipe, turning around to signal the fishing boat’s crew to start the radar detection equipnt.
He looked completely at ease, not believing that anything could be salvaged in this sea area.
I’ve been working at sea for so many years; would I not know if there’s treasure underwater?
As the fishing boat lowered its anchor, the ship swayed slightly. The old-fashioned crane, akin to an excavator at a construction site, turned and extended its boom. Once the safety latch was activated and withdrawn, the rolled-up steel cable also began to fall, rasping through the air.
The black radar detector, resembling a sea urchin, fell into the sea with the buoy, causing a splash.
Allen Zhang, accompanied by Sieg, entered the cabin, also seeing the crew operating the radar detector expertly. It quickly descended hundreds of ters underwater, and the old-fashioned printer whirred to life, printing the general underwater situation and radar feedback signals on blank 3D paper.
The seafloor’s topography was uneven, with coral reefs and hidden rocks. The wavelengths varied, with occasional tal feedback signaled by red lines, but the variations were minimal, signifying a general lack of valuable and concentrated objects.
After the crew finished surveying one area, they operated the crane to move to another area for detection, repeating the process. After about fifteen minutes of continuous exploration, there was essentially no feedback on any valuable items, except for so changes in fish schools.
Seeing this, Sieg, who always trusted in the General Sect Leader’s extraordinary luck, felt a bit sentintal.
It seed that the General Sect Leader, adept at finding opportunities on land, might really be less effective at sea.
It was a matter of being out of one’s elent.
"Boss, I think this trip might have been in vain."
Sieg comnted, "Even if there truly were so sunken treasure or gold and jewels here, the complexity of the seabed ans a small-scale earthquake could sweep everything away. It could be dispersed hundreds of miles! What’s the difference between searching for treasure in the sea and looking for a needle in a haystack?"
Jason and lvin also nodded in agreent.
"Boss, it’s no big deal if we didn’t find the treasure. At least we made a trip out. Besides searching for sunken ships, this fishing boat can also catch fish!"
Allen Zhang looked at the radar detection and wasn’t discouraged.
"How is it, any discoveries?" The old man chuckled, puffing on his pipe as he ca over. He glanced at the printout and was imdiately satisfied.
He laughed heartily: "Guys, finding sunken treasure and getting rich isn’t that simple! I’ve served on a Guardian-class salvage ship for a few years and then mingled on fishing boats for decades. Based on my decades of treasure-hunting experience, searching for sunken treasures is not only a matter of technique but also luck. A person might be able to unearth valuable items only a pitiful number of tis in their lifeti."
"If it was that easy, any hot-headed individual could find sunken treasure—then I would have beco a billionaire long ago! How could I still be here driving a boat for you?"
The old man was candid.
Allen Zhang smiled: "You make sense. But if you don’t believe , don’t you believe in God?"
"You’re an Asian, and you believe in God? I’ve lived most of my life without believing in it," the old man couldn’t help but want to retort; God couldn’t make him a millionaire.
"Move the boat forward another hundred and fifty ters," Allen Zhang commanded. He had realized the reliability of this fishing boat was not as he imagined; there was definitely a significant error in positioning!
The intelligence couldn’t be wrong, the radar detector looked reliable, and the ticulous work of the crew couldn’t be a mistake. The only possible error lay with the positioning of the boat.
"We’ll have to retract the crane and the anchor first before we can move the ship forward," the old man said skeptically. "Do you think I didn’t dock the boat according to the coordinates you provided?"
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