Watching the puzzled Black Widow leave, Nick Fury called his subordinate, Phil Coulson, and asked him to go to the South Pole personally to check it out.
He sat quietly in the coffee shop, drinking coffee while watching William's live broadcast of what he saw on the surface of Mars.
However, he did not know that his decision to not investigate and destroy the second spaceship had saved his own life. Otherwise, William would not have let go of anyone who wanted him dead and had actual actions.
Looking at William walking on the sand on the surface of Mars on the TV, Nick Fury's eyes blurred. Suddenly, he felt a golden light on the screen dazzle his eyes.
Nick Fury, who thought he was seeing things, heard the other customers in the coffee shop who were also watching exclaim,
"God, that can't be golden sand, right?"
As soon as this was said, the other customers who were as confused as Nick Fury all stood up in surprise and stared at the TV.
William, who already knew what was under the sand, pretended to be confused. He looked down and was stunned for a few seconds. He shook his head fiercely and shouted excitedly,
"God, this can't be real, right?"
Then, the audience all over the world saw the few footprints that William walked past, shining with a dazzling golden light under the sand.
Bending his knees and squatting on the ground, under the camera of the live broadcast, William reached out and scooped up a handful of sand under the sand.
Under the sunlight, the golden sand that was shining with golden light appeared in the eyes of him and the audience all over the world.
"Here, here, here."
Under everyone's envious gaze, William reached out and scooped up five or six handfuls of sand within a radius of ten square meters. Golden sand appeared in his palm.
In the end, he stood up impatiently and kicked directly with his foot. For a moment, the golden sand splashed everywhere.
Along the center of the sand bed, he kicked for a distance of twenty meters.
Not only did the golden sand not reduce, but the depth of the sand was also getting lower and lower. Then, it made people gnash their teeth in hatred, and their eyes lit up.
"This, this, I probably landed on the golden bed of an ancient river that has dried up."
Grabbing the live broadcast ball that flew automatically in the air, William began to shoot at the canyon.
Looking at the canyon that was more than a hundred meters wide and a few hundred meters long, the corner appeared.
William pretended to be happy and returned to the spaceship. He took out a portable shovel and ran a few dozen meters.
In the middle of the sand-bed designated for Sunday, a shovel was shoveled into the sand, bringing out a patch of glittering golden sand.
He whispered, "God bless me." Then, he sprinted for another few dozen meters and shoveled down with his shovel. Once again, he brought out one-third of the shovel's worth of golden sand.
Then, he dug a few shovels along the sand bed in the direction of the rocks on both sides of the canyon. Only then did the golden sand become less and less.
It wasn't until they were about thirty meters away from the rock that they didn't find any gold.
"Oh my God," William said to the live broadcast ball as he leaned on the shovel and looked around, pretending to be shocked.
"If the center of this canyon is filled with golden sand, then, then …"
Under the envious and impatient gazes of the world's audience, he said, "That's right.
"One cubic meter of pure gold is 19.2 tons, even if the golden sand here is only a shallow layer."
After silently calculating, he continued, "Not counting the canyon outside the corner in the distance, just the canyon I can see.
The riverbed is more than a hundred meters wide, and only the middle part of the riverbed has flowing golden sand. Let's calculate according to the minimum standard of 20 meters wide and one kilometer long.
A conservative estimate is a few thousand tons of gold here, and a slightly more normal estimate might be tens of thousands of tons.
"Just based on four thousand tons of gold, as long as it takes a few years to transport the gold back to Blue Planet, I should immediately become the richest person in the world."
After saying that, William was silent for a few seconds. Suddenly, he shook his head and said, "No, I don't have to wait a few years to transport the gold back. I just need my lawyer to help me set up a company called the
Devonshire Mars Mining Group. From the moment this company was established, it was the most valuable company in the world. "
"Because," William commanded the live broadcast ball to fly high into the sky, allowing all the audience to see a canyon that was dozens of kilometers long.
"A conservative estimate is that there are tens of thousands of tons of gold in this canyon, and the only obstacle to transporting it back to Blue Planet is the spaceship.
"Even if only ten spaceships are built to avoid a sharp drop in the price of gold, three trips a year with a load of 50 tons each time, ten spaceships can transport 1,500 tons of gold a year.
"According to reliable information, only about 3,000 tons of gold were mined in the world last year.
"Moreover, the demand for gold by ordinary people and the consumption of gold by industry is increasing year by year.
"Although the 1,500 tons of gold will affect the price of gold, it will never cause the price of gold to fall to that of ordinary metals.
"In the short term, the price of gold will fall, but in the long term, as long as I use the gold, it will only be three times more expensive than the cost of mining on Blue Planet.
"In the future, the amount of gold mined on Blue Planet will shrink greatly because of the cost, and the supply and demand will be balanced again.
"Moreover, this canyon alone is enough for my mining company to mine for at least 20 years. In addition, Mars is not the only place with gold, and it is not only mining gold.
"There must be more gold and other precious metals that are more expensive than gold in the Olympus Volcano, which is the tallest in the solar system and larger than England."
At this point, William said with some excitement, "In the future, as long as Mars Mining can really mine precious metals on Mars, I will become the real number one person in the metal industry and the richest person in the world."
After saying that, William opened his hands and whispered in a low voice, "I will be the one who monopolizes all the resources of an entire planet."
"F * ck, is that even possible?"
The audience all over the world was so shocked that they could not close their mouths. Most of them were jealous and cursing William.
They could not help but secretly wonder if they would go bankrupt to buy the issued shares if this Mars Mining Company was established.
This question only took a few seconds for people to calculate in their hearts. The gold sand found now was only a part of the canyon.
In addition, it was the easiest open-air gold mine to mine. The mining cost was basically nothing except for the construction of the spaceship and the energy cost of traveling to and from Blue Planet.
"Sigh." While the audience was calculating the cost and the money, they heard William sigh heavily.
"In the future, all the people of England will probably be grateful to me. In this economic downturn, as soon as the gold is transported back to London, the English government will be able to collect more than 10 billion dollars of mineral tax every year.
"There are also ten spaceships that are expected to be built, which will also cost tens of billions of dollars.
"Not only will it drive the development of related industries worth tens of billions of dollars, but it will also provide jobs and salary increases for hundreds of thousands of people."
William smiled and said to the live broadcast ball, "Should I let my legal team carefully study the tax provisions?"
"Let's see if the wealth transported back from outer space needs to be taxed, and how much?"
"After all, according to the current tax rate, it is more than 13 billion dollars."
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