After sorting out the gains and losses of the completion, Zhang Jing planned to meet Xu Jiu to discuss the submersible.
Xu Jiu didn't have a submersible, and she borrowed one for her; now that it had sunk into the deep sea along with the Centaur, she had to give a clear explanation, make amends, and apologize.
She happened to be at the farm. Zhang Jing drove half an hour to the second beach villa and saw Xu Jiu, whose image had changed drastically, in the front yard.
It turned out that she had only one inch hair, but she gradually grew it out. After more than a month, she became more feminine.
"Long time no see." Thinking of Xu Jiu's kiss on the cheek last time, Zhang Jing changed it to a handshake this time.
Xu Jiu didn't think much, and stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Jing's hand, "I heard you said the ship sank?"
"Yes, it's an old boat we rented, and it's very unreliable."
"Please come in and sit down." Xu Jiu invited sideways.
Zhang Jing followed Xu Jiu to the living room, where the waiter served fragrant tea.
While sipping the tea, Zhang Jing talked about the submersible, "I lost the submersible. I'm sorry."
"As long as everything is fine," Xu Jiu not only changed his image to be more feminine, but also became softer in speech, "There is no machine that can be recreated."
"I have a submersible from the Shirase. It doesn't have a control terminal. I can give it to your friend. Just keep it confidential." Zhang Jing didn't seem to be afraid of losing money. "The original price of the lost submersible is all mine. pay."
"Wow," Xu Ze exclaimed, "The submersibles on the Shirase are not cheap. As for the one you lost, the original price was 4.5 million yuan. If you exchange it for one, you can offset it."
Zhang Jing spread his hands and said, "Looking at it this way, I am obviously taking advantage. After all, I don't have a probing end."
"Don't worry," Xu Jiu blinked, "Business is business, friendship is friendship, I can tell the difference."
There was nothing else to do. When Zhang Jingzheng was about to leave, Xu Jiu had nothing to say and said, "I've seen the video. It was shot by a drone from the sky. The sculptural chariot under the light is very cool."
"Yes, I plan to salvage it again." Zhang Jing looked confident.
"Actually, it's not necessary," Xu Jiu persuaded after hesitating for a second, "I have a friend who is engaged in sculpture work and said that the chariot should be carved around 1750. Even if it was made by a master, the price would not exceed 200. Thousands of dollars."
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Zhang Jingsan was confused. If the chariot was not worth 2 million yuan, wouldn't the other 13 sculptures be even less valuable?
Considering that a professional salvage ship with a depth of more than 2,000 meters can rent for 200,000 to 300,000 meters per day, it is indeed not cost-effective.
But that's wrong. If it's not valuable, why is the "Griffin Salvage Foundation" making such a big fuss about it?
Even if you include 7.6 million meters of gold, it doesn't seem worth it for them to pursue and intercept the Centaur, right?
What's wrong?
Leaving the second villa with a confused mind, Zhang Jing drove to the third villa five kilometers away, which had been mostly burned down. He stepped on the abandoned rubble, entered the basement, and took out all 14 sculptures.
Then Zhang Jing began to carefully inspect every sculpture, every detail, every knot, turning it over and over, checking every inch!
As a treasure hunter, Zhang Jing has a keen sense that the reason why the other party is making such a fuss is that there must be something very important that he has missed. This search lasted three days and three nights, doing nothing but eating, drinking and shit, which was a complete fight.
Finally, when Zhang Jing stood on the chariot again, he suddenly looked at the "lid" that originally blocked the space under the soldiers' feet. It was about the size of a textbook.
I picked up a textbook-sized stone and slowly turned it over. Sure enough, there was a mystery. I couldn't see the back, but the reverse was clearly identifiable. It was a book-shaped stone sculpture with a row of unknown letters engraved on it.
Rubbing his dry and red eyes, Zhang Jing felt energetic. His sixth sense told him that this stone book was a great treasure!
Take out your mobile phone, find the translation software, lightly scan the letters in the stone book, and the translation result will be given in three to four seconds.
"The goal of humanism is to focus on human strength, not to succumb to Christianity
of God. "
Oh shit!
I don’t know how other people feel. Zhang Jing felt like he was about to lose his temper. Who could say such awesome things?
Quickly pressing his chest, fearing that his heart would jump out, Zhang Jing put away all the sculptures and hurried back to the bullpen area.
It just so happened that Xu Zehong was planning to find Zhang Jing, and the two met on the way.
"oss," Xu Zehong said, "I sent more than a hundred sculpture pictures to domestic appraisals, and three sculpture experts gave the same judgment. Those sculptures are most likely made by an Italian artist named Francisco Gutierrez. His creative peak was ten years around 1775."
"How much are they worth?" Zhang Jing asked with concern.
"The most valuable chariot is about 2 million euros, and other sculptures are priced between 100,000 and 200,000 euros."
Xu Jiu’s friends also said the same, and it seems that this is the real value.
According to the current exchange rate, the euro and the rice dollar are about the same, almost one to one. Zhang Jing looked down on such a small amount of money and asked Xu Zehong with concern, "The goal of humanism is to focus on human power, rather than surrendering to the Christian God." ," Who said this? Why haven't I heard of it? "
Xu Zehong was very knowledgeable and explained: "This sentence was said by the Italian Ludwig Ariosto, who lived from 1474 to 1533 and was a famous poet in the Renaissance."
"The reason why you haven't heard it is because this sentence is too hard to pronounce. Later, the tutor of Japan University, Fukuzawa Yukichi, translated this sentence into "Heaven did not create a superior man, nor a inferior man." "
Zhang Jing's Adam's apple was rolling and his posture was swollen.
"Why do you ask this suddenly?" Xu Zehong asked.
Zhang Jing returned to the car and pretended to take out the stone book sculpture, deliberately handing it to Xu Ze with the side facing outward. Because it had been soaked in sea water for a long time, it looked like a layer of green rust on the surface.
"You brought it out. This is a very good cover. It fits the statue perfectly. The craftsman's technique..."
Zhang Jing smiled slightly and slowly turned the stone over. Xu Zehong was like a drake whose neck was pinched. His words stopped suddenly and he was completely stunned.
Then Xu Zehong seemed to suddenly think of something, took out his mobile phone and fiddled with it for a while, and then held up a picture in front of Zhang Jing.
The content of the picture is an oil painting. The content of the oil painting is a humanoid sculpture carved in stone. The humanoid sculpture is turned sideways at 45 degrees, and only the side face can be seen, with its eyes looking at the book in its hand.
Zhang Jing focused on the book in the character's hand, and suddenly raised his head to look at Xu Zehong, "Isn't this stone book the same as the sculpture in the oil painting?"
"Most likely, yes," Xu Zehong said while looking at his phone. "In the late 18th century, the famous sculpture artist Rodriguez once carved a statue. The image was of the poet Ludovic Ariosto holding a book in his hand. Book."
"Later, this sculpture was destroyed by the church, but luckily a painter painted it," Xu Zehongtuo said, holding up the stone book. "This stone book is most likely the one in the sculpture's hand."...
Zhang Jing felt something. He realized that this stone book was extraordinary.
