The sound of gunfire stopped three cars.
In the dark night, a white middle-aged man walked up to him calmly. The headlights of the car not far away stretched his figure very long.
"Keep what you found," the middle-aged man threatened, "and then—get out!"
Zhang Jing hid behind the stone, fearing that he would be targeted and did not dare to show his head.
"We are willing to leave," Zhang Jing looked frustrated, "You guys move back five hundred meters."
"No problem," the middle-aged man demanded again, "I'm going to search your car and pockets."
"Okay," Zhang Jing agreed readily, "You come over slowly, we don't want to think about the conflict."
Because he had many companions, the middle-aged man was very courageous. He walked alone among the piles of rocks and saw the burning tomb. He cursed angrily: "You are looking for death!"
The middle-aged man thought Zhang Jing and the others could not take away what they wanted, so he deliberately set fire to the valuables.
"Fire is a trap in the tomb," Zhang Jing explained, "It has nothing to do with us."
The man was dubious and said, "I want to search your car."
"No need to search," Zhang Jing said generously, "I'll give you the car. Just give us another car to leave, so that you don't get suspicious."
The middle-aged man didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so honest, which meant that he really hadn't found anything good, otherwise he wouldn't be so generous.
Worried about fraud, I agreed to exchange the vehicle.
Soon, Dillon drove back an off-road vehicle from the opposing camp, leaving behind a pickup truck and a box truck.
Then Zhang Jing and the others quickly left the place, and the whole process was almost without incident.
"Oss, we worked hard for a long time to open the tomb," Di Long said angrily, "and even abandoned the car and equipment, I won't accept it!"
Jamie sat in the back row and said, "Including the car and equipment, it's more than 150,000 yuan."
"It's okay," Zhang Jing, the co-pilot, reassured the two of them, "The equipment investment is much less than in Burlington, so the loss is not worth mentioning."
It's okay not to mention Burlington. Dillon sadly reminded, "oss, you invested nearly 4 million yuan in underground space, but you got nothing in return."
Zhang Jing found that both Dillon and Jamie were a little decadent.
Think about it, even though they get paid for their work, they always come back empty-handed every time they hunt for treasures, which hurts their confidence.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing encouraged, "I found something good on the other side of the crack, worth far more than 4 million yuan, otherwise I won't give you the bonus."
"Really!" Di Long's expression turned from worry to joy, "So, our work was not in vain?"
"Of course not," Zhang Jing encouraged, "You and Jamie did a good job, and everyone did a good job, otherwise how would I get the money to buy Manor No. 1049?"
Dillon's mood improved and he said modestly: "It was Manager Barbie's idea to buy Manor No. 1049. Her work ability is far beyond ours."
"Then you have to work hard," Zhang Jing adjusted the atmosphere, "let me live in a bigger house."
Dillon and Jamie knew that the boss was deliberately trying to lighten the atmosphere, but they didn't think there was anything wrong with this sentence. They hoped from the bottom of their hearts that Zhang Jing would make money. They followed the soup and were very contented.
Although the salary is very low, 600 meters per week, the actual income is not low, including money from horse racing and bonus income. In one year, the income is far higher than that of ordinary white-collar workers.
Soon after dawn, the car drove southwest. At noon, we walked out of the wilderness and encountered a small town of human civilization.
Filled up the car with gas, headed all the way back to Perth, went straight to the airport, checked in the luggage for Smart, and then flew directly to Seattle with three business class tickets.
Perhaps it was a special fate. In the waiting room of v, Zhang Jing met the wealthy woman who looked about forty or fifty years old, slightly fat, not too tall, well maintained, and dressed in high-end clothes.
Seeing Zhang Jing, Su Su was also surprised. She took off her sunglasses and reminded: "You are in the wrong place. This is the V waiting room."
Zhang Jingyang held the ticket in his hand and said, "That's right."
"Ha~" Because Zhang Jing drove a pickup truck, Su Su didn't believe that Zhang Jing could sit in business class, and said with a disdainful expression, "It's a shame to make a fool of yourself."
Zhang Jingqi could not help but retort, "Auntie, we used to have no
There is no need for you to be so angry. "
"What did you call me!" Su Su was angry.
"Auntie," Zhang Jingtou said, "Is there anything wrong?"
Su Su hated people calling her aunt. Her chest rose and fell with anger, and she looked like she was going to explode. She immediately stood up and walked away.
Zhang Jing was in a good mood.
An interesting thing happened. When boarding the plane three hours later, Zhang Jing sat next to Su Su, which almost made her angry to death.
However, Susu didn't make a fuss like a shrew, and was quite restrained.
Next came another long flight, first connecting to Melbourne, then connecting to Xiangjiang, flying for a day, and finally landing in Seattle.
Picking up Smarties, the three of them and one dog returned to Manor No. 1049. It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Zhang Jing locked himself in the basement.
His mind moved slightly, and the copper coffin appeared in front of him.
The coffin was about 2.5 meters long and 1.2 meters wide. It looked very large and heavy. Putting on a gas mask, Zhang Jing used a crowbar to open it.
The body did not rot, but became mummified.
He is identified as a white male. The overall appearance of the clothes and suits worn on the mummy is still there, but the actual structure is highly decayed.
Here comes the point.
The mummy was holding a piece of parchment in his arms. Zhang Jing did not take it directly because he was worried about damaging it.
Around 1000, the West began to make primitive paper. Because of the aristocracy, until the 19th century, aristocrats were still proud to use animal fur paper.
After searching carefully, Zhang Jing felt a little regretful. There was no gold, gems, or other valuable items.
After a night's rest, Zhang Jing called Xu Zehong the next day.
Xu Zehong and his wife Lin Jiangmeng live in a winery in Baiyu Town, an hour's drive away.
In the basement, looking at the copper coffin and mummy in front of him, Xu Zehong asked Zhang Jing in shock, "Where did you get this?"
"Found it."
Zhang Jing didn't intend to tell, and Xu Zehong didn't intend to ask further questions.
Skillfully putting on white gloves, he bent down, lying on the edge of the coffin, and slowly removed the hands of the mummy, with the parchment close in front of him. ..
Because it was folded, I was worried that it would break like crispy noodles. Later, Xu Zehong used all his strength and used it for an hour to slowly open it.
Fortunately, the writing on it is clear and the content is legible.
After seeing the content clearly, it turned out to be a love letter. Zhang Jing couldn't help but curse: "In half a month, the cost of air tickets and equipment exceeded 200,000 yuan, and I found this crap!"
Zhang Jing's complaint surprised Xu Zehong, "Is this thing from Western Australia?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
"How did you bring it back?" Xu Zehong asked curiously.
"Team strength, this matter has nothing to do with you," Zhang Jing complained, "I suffered a heavy loss this time!"
"No," Xu Zehong shook his head, "You are not at a loss. This coffin is not worth 200,000 yuan."
"Ha!" Zhang Jing sneered, "In half a month, I can earn as little copper as a coffin. I would rather hold my girl at home and study the structure of the human body."
"Copper is not valuable," Xu Zehong explained. "Although I don't understand star charts, the star charts carved on the inside of the coffin lid may be unusual. You need to find another expert."
"Um?"
Zhang Jing was stunned. He had not seen it before. He crouched down and bent over to look. There was a huge star map pattern clearly carved on the inside of the coffin lid.
"And this mummy," Xu Zehong said, "its value is more than the copper coffin itself."
Zhang Jing pouted, "Don't fool me, a mummy less than two hundred years old is not a pharaoh."
"Ha! Ha!" Xu Zehong laughed twice and said confidently, "There is a name in the love letter. His name is Arthur Feeley, so it is valuable."
"Who is Arthur Philly?" Zhang Jinglian still couldn't figure out the famous person from the ancient Dragon Kingdom, let alone a foreigner.
"He was the first governor of Kangaroo." Xu Zehong smiled broadly. "These are not the important points. This love letter is the biggest Easter egg!"
