[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

When I regained my composure, Poker-Face had already gone up to investigate, but there was nothing in the cauldron. He just waved his hand at us and then backed away.

I thought about it and made a decision:

"Fatty, little brother, the three of the nine tripods are all weighed in 'tons', which is difficult to carry. As for the historical significance, it goes without saying. It is definitely a well-deserved national treasure. It is definitely unrealistic for us to steal it. It’s not ideal here either. As long as those foreigners who have been staring at them get a little news, they will eat up this place like locusts. With the strength of my Wu family alone, it’s hard to beat four hands with two fists. It’s untenable, not to mention that it’s meaningless. There’s nothing to gain, and I don’t want to do more.”

"The material value of this Jiuding is not high, but it symbolizes a major stage in ancient Chinese history. The historical value of the decorative records on it is inestimable, and we are not qualified to keep it privately or destroy it. Therefore, my It means, donate all the three of the nine tripods, including the whole bucket of burials, to the country. After all, what we lack is not money. Whether it’s for the sake of us being Chinese or to accumulate virtue for ourselves, I think this It's the best way I can think of."

"However, I still want to ask for your opinion."

After speaking, I turned to look at the two of them.Poker-Face nodded slightly, then turned up the aperture of the flashlight, and walked straight to the loop, but the meaning of agreeing and supporting was already obvious.

I nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at the fat man.

He was more open-minded than I imagined, just said:

"Even if Fatty, I ship this thing out, I will tell the next family, 'Hey, brother, I just bought a Kyushu tripod two days ago and want to sell it, how about [-] million?' Then the other party will definitely Tie me to Anding Hospital (a psychiatric hospital in Beijing) without saying a word! I don’t even do this money-losing business.”

Needless to say, the tacit understanding of the Audio-Technica, the matter was quickly settled. After we climbed out, Poker Bottle disappeared again. Fatty and I were busy arranging for clues to be cleared and personnel to evacuate. .

It stands to reason that I made such a fuss here in Anyang, but those foreign forces or the Wang family and "it" turned a blind eye to it, which is really not normal.I can only hope that this is not the calm before the storm.

At the same time, although Poker-Face's attitude towards me is much softer than it was seven years ago, I don't know if I misunderstood it. He didn't tell me anything on the Internet, which made me feel very blocked and panicked.

In fact, I am not a person who wants to control too much. I am content to stay by his side and face all pressures with him like I am now.I don't want my efforts to affect him, this is enough now, and I know very well that I can't ask for more.

Before dinner, Brother Zhu came back lazily. I didn't say anything about Poker Face and his front and rear feet. I arranged for Poker Face to eat and Brother Zhu to close the small black house.

The Wu family sent here this time are all nimble guys. I ordered some things and promised the benefits again, so I let them go back to the home in batches.There is no need to mention the discipline and efficiency of the Zhang family, and all the people left in one night.After a busy day, I fell asleep very early, but I didn't really fall asleep until Poker Bottle entered the room and felt the mattress around me sink.

Silent all night.

At around ten o'clock the next day, I drove around Anyang city with Boyouping and Fatty—of course, it wasn’t because I was in a leisurely mood and had nothing to do—I found a relatively remote public phone booth next to the tabloid office As the crime site of "anonymous reporting".

The first call was to 110 according to common sense. I changed my voice a little (the fat man said it was like a rooster that was strangled before being slaughtered), and told a story about a treasure cave emerging from a crisis in a barren mountain. The buddy was taken aback for a while, but he was still sober, and asked me a few detailed questions.

I thought it was a small sample, be silly, I can make it up!I answered him more logically, and if it really didn’t work, I used reasons like “I was so excited and scared at the time, I was so scared and stupid, and I can’t remember clearly”.He just clarified the relatively accurate location information of the bucket, and roughly described the internal situation vaguely, saying that "I saw a big guy, and he looks very valuable."

In short, the guy on the other side was quite excited when he heard it, and finally asked my name seriously. I was stunned for a moment, and for some reason I remembered my second uncle, so I said, my name is Wu Ershou.

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, and could only hear the fat man laughing helplessly behind him.

The second call was to a well-known archeology professor, and there was something particular about it.

Sometimes, the party that seems to be upright is often the most unreliable.Anyone who has been on the road for a long time knows that sometimes, those artifacts and national treasures that flow to foreign countries are not sold by the so-called Tufuzi or some desperadoes for money, but some people who have lost their conscience and morality. Officials, for money, are doing this kind of thing.

Don't think this is alarmist talk, all darkness likes to be mixed with white, hidden in the mezzanine that people trust the most, and choose profit.

My first call was to tell the authorities the news, deliberately speaking unreliably, and delaying the time for them to pay attention.As for the second phone call that is about to be made, it means letting the academic fanatics know.I also have to convince the other party immediately, so that I can get the due time difference from it, and achieve the goal of allowing the two parties to act at the same time and supervise each other.

From the perspective of professional knowledge and technology, the second call sent Poker Bottle to go.I've always been curious about the performance of Poker-Face when talking with this device, so I got closer to listen.

The person who answered the phone was not young by the sound of his voice, but he was very energetic and a very energetic old man.

But Pokerfing's voice change is much better than mine. With just one mouthful, the voice of a middle-aged man is calm and pure. It gives me a very obvious sense of awkwardness in hearing and vision.Poker bottle handled the respectful, slightly guilty, and inexperienced tone very well, but the professor on the opposite side was also quite sharp. In addition to the specific location, he also asked a lot of key points that hit the nail on the head, which made me know Poker The bottle is no less than my level of storytelling.

In the end, the professor went around in circles for a long time but couldn't figure out the identity of Poker Finger. He also knew that he had met a ruthless character, so he asked Poker Finger's name somewhat resignedly.

Pokerfing's eyes glanced at the newspaper booth next to him. I followed his gaze and found that he just glanced at the advertisements pasted on the glass in front of the booth. ", "Zhang Sanfeng's Journey to Another World", "God's Tomb" and other novels.I suddenly realized that something was wrong, but Poker-Finger had already continued talking: "Me? My surname is Zhang, and my name is Sanfeng." Poker-Finger said with a blank face, and repeated: "Yes, My name is Zhang Sanfeng."

Fatty and I covered our mouths violently, laughing together behind Poker Face.