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Chapter 174 Rest!Talk again!The number of people online in the live broadcast room soared!
An hour later, everyone returned to the port of Nosy Be in Gascar and returned to the hotel by car.

It was almost five o'clock at this time, and the chests of the people who hadn't eaten for a day were hungry.

After a brief wash, everyone came to the restaurant and began to eat.

Among them, the eating, drinking, and wind and clouds are not mentioned, and some local people in Gaska are stunned.

Have these Chinese people not eaten for a few days?Doesn't it look like someone fleeing a refugee?Could it be that you are shooting a short video of Big Stomach King?

After eating until after eight o'clock in the evening, Xiao Mo and the others left the restaurant with a full belch.

"Hum! I haven't eaten so full for a long time!"

Shen Xiaoyang touched his chubby belly, hiccupping from time to time.

"Haha! So satisfying!"

Sun Yizhou's face was full of joy, he was so stuffed that he couldn't walk.

Tilly Reba held Liu Yifei's arm with a tangled face, rubbed her stomach and said:

"It's over, it's over! I ate too much today, and I'm overweight!"

Liu Yifei looked at her amusedly, and said angrily:

"Tch, I told you to eat less just now, and if you don't listen, do you regret it now? You should!"

"Hey... Sister Fei, aren't you afraid of wasting it?"

After being told by Liu Yifei, Di Lieba blushed and felt a little embarrassed.

"Haha! You, you!"

Liu Yifei nodded her forehead reproachfully.

"OK OK!"

Xiao Mo felt a little funny looking at the big guy's overwhelmed appearance.

"Everyone, go back to your room and rest. Who told you to eat so much? Haha! Indigestion!"

"Hey? Little Mo, did you forget something?"

Wu Qilong reminded suddenly.

"what?"

Xiao Mo looked at him puzzled, but didn't react for a while.

"Storytelling!"

Li Yapeng said directly.

"Xiao Mo, didn't you agree last night?"

Tilly Reba nodded repeatedly, for fear that Xiao Mo would renege.

"Yes, yes! You promised last night, Brother Mo, you can't go back on your word!"

"That's it!"

"After listening to you finish "Tomb Raider Notes", let's go to rest!"

"Haha! I can't wait!"

Everyone is what you say and what you say, and Xiao Mo is not given a chance to go back on his word.

"Oh! Right, right! Haha! Almost forgot!"

Xiao Mo smiled impressively, if everyone didn't mention it, he would really have forgotten it.

"That's all right, everyone come to my room first, it's still early today, so I'll talk more!"

"Great!"

"This is possible!"

"Then what are you waiting for? Go, go!"

Everyone cheered and eagerly urged Xiao Mo to hurry up.

Xiao Mo shook his head speechlessly, he looked like he couldn't walk just now, but now he walked faster than anyone else.

This scene was followed by a VJ live broadcast. The audience in the live broadcast room heard that Xiao Mo was going to give a lecture on "Notes on Tomb Raiders". They excitedly called their friends and sent a message in the group saying that Xiao Mo was going to tell a story, reminding everyone to go online as soon as possible Watch live.

The number of people online in the live broadcast room, which had declined due to meals, soared to 2.2 million in an instant, and it was still rising crazily.

2.3 billion!
2.4 billion!
2.5 billion!
……

In the end, it reached a staggering 2.9 million people, almost breaking the 3 million mark.

The director Li Haole smiled crookedly, and then hurried to Xiao Mo's room, he also wanted to listen to the book.

The other staff members had the same idea, so in the end, Xiao Mo's room was full of people, all of whom were members of the "Our Law" program team.

Fortunately, Xiao Mo's presidential suite has a big room, otherwise it wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people.

Seeing this posture, Xiao Mo thought, well, let's start the talk, we can't whet our appetite any more, or we'll be sprayed to death by everyone.

Xiao Mo sat in the middle of the room, with a table and a chair. This posture reminded him of a professional storyteller.

"Snapped!"

Xiao Mo took a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes as a wake-up tree, and slapped it on the table.

"The book is next!"

"Fifty years later, in Xiling Society, Hefang Street, Hangzhou, my thoughts were interrupted by an old man. I closed my grandfather's notebook and looked at him."

……

As soon as Xiao Mo finished speaking, he was interrupted by Tilly Reba.

"Oh! That's not right, Brother Mo, you haven't explained clearly what happened to the third child last time. Why did you suddenly go to 50 years later?"

Xiao Mo smiled and explained:

"Last time I talked about the tomb-robbing notes of the grandfather of the third child, the protagonist of this book, Wu Xie. There will naturally be an explanation later. Don't worry, listen to the book first."

Xiao Mo's words made everyone hold back their curiosity, let's see how Xiao Mo explained the foreshadowing at the beginning.

""Do you accept rubbings here? "He asked me, looking weird, and seemed to have some special purpose.

I don't care about temporary business. Most of the transactions in the antique market are done in private. On the surface, it is just a small business, and there is not much money to be made, so I just perfunctory him: "Yes, but the price is not high." It means, if you don't have any good things, just go away, don't delay the uncle's reading.

"Oh, so can you introduce me?" the guy asked, looking like he was shopping in a supermarket. "

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"As soon as I heard it, I probably understood that this bird man is not a grave robber. There must be something good that I haven't seen before. I want to find someone to estimate the price. His mother's forest is so big that there are all kinds of birds, and there are still people who dare to come. It's a runt of the regular antique market.

But this kind of people are generally desperadoes, it is better not to be offended, I tried my best to show a standard smile in the service industry, and said to him: "Look at you with a Beijing accent, you BJ's big local target came to the south to find him. Let me consult, you are too flattering me, BJ is so good, I'm afraid your ulterior motives are not in the wine!""

……

"My grandfather is a native of Changsha, a tomb robber. It is not surprising that my grandfather entered this industry. In today's words, it is hereditary. When my great-grandfather was 13 years old, there was a drought in Central China. Famine, even if you have money, you can’t buy anything to eat. At that time, there was nothing in the corners of Changsha, but there were many ancient tombs, so they relied on mountains to eat three, and relied on tombs to eat tombs. The whole village fought together. I don’t know how many people died of starvation, but none of them died in their village, and they all rely on the dug up things to exchange food with foreigners.”

"After a long time, this thing has a cultural accumulation. In my grandfather's generation, there were already rules and sects. In history, tomb robbers were divided into northern and southern sects. Tufuzi divided them according to habit, and they should belong to the southern sect. , mainly rely on soil exploration to find ancient tombs. Before the Republic of China, they used cones, and after the Republic of China, they used Luoyang shovels. One nose can determine the depth of the dynasty. Now many novels describe Luoyang shovels at every turn. In fact, the Northern School does not use Luoyang shovels. They Being good at accurately judging the location and structure of the mausoleum is the so-called "Looking for Dragons and Acupuncture Points."

"The North-South faction is a big faction divided into literati and inkmen. It was originally not compatible with the affairs of the Jianghu. Later, after several troubled times, more people became monks halfway, and gradually brought these things into this industry. My grandfather never gave it to himself before. After making a definition, when the following disciples asked about it, they realized that what they did could probably belong to the Southern School. The two factions have been at odds since their establishment. The Southern School said that the Northern School was not real. There are still so many famous halls, you go in and take your things, and you have to buckle twice, bureaucracy. The southern faction has few rules and never taboos the dead. The northern faction calls the southern faction a dog and ruins cultural relics. There is not a single fallen bucket that does not collapse, and even the dead are pulled out and sold, and the southern faction calls the northern faction false."

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(End of this chapter)