Felai is still awake in his hotel room in Bangkok.
I received a call from my boss and asked myself if I wanted to go to the Hongdu training camp?
Do you want to go to Bangzi and become the underground emperor?
"Feilai," Zhang Jing advised on the phone, "this is the only promotion channel for working for me, just like Jimmy... you are only 53 years old, in your prime, with a bright future... there are many beautiful women and many nightclubs. ..."
"BOSS," Feilai agreed after listening to Zhang Jing's speech quietly, "I'm willing to go to the training camp, and I'm also willing to go to Bangzi."
"Very good, you will have a new identity," Zhang Jing praised angrily in the bathroom, "You will have a lot of support and you won't die so easily;
If you die, I will avenge you, don't worry. "
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing couldn't hide the smile on his face. Fellai was not a soft persimmon. He once climbed to the tenth peak in the world by himself. He has both execution ability and perseverance.
After leaving the bathroom, while his girlfriend was still sleeping, Zhang Jing came to the front deck and jumped into the sea water from the bow to swim.
The water is shallow, clear, abundant in marine life, and due to the temperature, swimming is more comfortable.
But Gandou still hasn't found the sunken ship yet, it's like a ghost.
Zhang Jing decided to start his search by marking the sea area. The 25-meter metal visibility greatly improved his work efficiency.
Until a week later, when Ortiz and Penelope left, there was still no harvest, which made Zhang Jing have to suspect that the treasure map was fake.
Unwilling to get nothing, Zhang Jing called Yuan Hong, the principal of Kexin Girls' Middle School.
Bangkok Bay and Temasek (referring to Singapore) were at the same time. Yuan Hong was somewhat surprised when she received a call from Zhang Jing.
"What's up?"
"I would like to inquire," Zhang Jing asked with concern, "How long will Huang Youfeng be detained?"
"You also want to plead for him?"
Zhang Jing asked, "Who intercedes for him?"
"It exists in both business and business circles."
"Will he go to jail?"
"meeting."
"How many years?" Zhang Jing asked in detail, "Excluding parole, medical parole, and commutation."
"The source of the SGD 200 million has been basically identified. It is mainly illegal gatherings for gambling, smuggling of high-value electronic products, money laundering, etc. He will be jailed for eight years, during which he will not be eligible for parole or commutation."
"Eight years..." Zhang Jing held up the phone thoughtfully.
"Are you too long or too short?"
"Can we add three or four more years to the sentence?"
Yuan Hong asked, "What will you exchange for?"
"Under the mediation of Mr. Navison, a member of the oil family, the conflict between Grand Coconut Bank and certain organizations has ceased. Ding Jiaqi has also bought back Leopard Brand. We will increase beer production in Temasek and generate more taxes."
Yuan Hong knew about this incident, and there was a fight behind the scenes, and then there was peace. She introduced again, "Huang Youfeng will be jailed for eight to ten years, and he will have to wait for the trial."
After hanging up the phone because he wanted the result, Zhang Jing decided to restore and exhibit the 2-meter-high woodcut and painted Bodhisattva.
If the treasure map cannot find the treasure and Huang Youfeng goes to jail, it can be exhibited to attract tourists and earn some ticket money.
Xu Zehong was still in Xiangjiang when he received a message from Zhang Jing and put the restored Bodhisattva on display on the ground floor of the museum.
Unexpectedly, less than 24 hours after the exhibition, a 70-year-old fried chicken man came to the door, approached the museum staff, and asked to see the director, who was Xu Zehong.
Xu Zehong is the head of the Xu family and the director of the Silver Mine Bay Museum. He is usually very busy and politely declined the other party's request to meet.
Unexpectedly, the other party revealed his identity. The other party was the director of the Tokyo Museum.
Only then did Xu Zehong personally come forward to receive him.
In the office area at the back of the museum on the first floor, Xu Zehong and his guests sat face to face across the coffee table.
"Mr. Lu Yijian," Xu Zehong already had a guess in his mind and greeted him politely, "are you welcome in Xiangjiang?"
Lu Yijian, who was seventy years old and had eyebrows as long as broomsticks, felt strange in his heart. What the hell was this opening remark?
"Director Xu," Lu Yijian chatted in English, "Fried chicken and District D are connected by water. Their cultures have a lot in common. Can we have a cultural relics exchange exhibition?"
"That's a good idea," Xu Zehong praised, then changed the subject and said, "But it won't work this year, I'm a bit busy."
"Also next year," Lujian took a step back, "Can you sign a swap agreement first?"
"It can be discussed," Xu Zehong looked into Lu Yijian's eyes, took a sip of the fragrant tea in his hand and said, "But it can't be done recently, because he is busy with work."
Lu Yijian was very angry and guessed that Xu Zehong was a fan of CBB TV station. Everything has a but and a twist.
But things had to be done, so he indirectly and euphemistically said: "We, the fried chicken people, like some of the collections in your museum very much;
Promote the exchange of cultural relics as soon as possible, and you can personally receive a business trip subsidy of 200,000 yuan. "
"Mr. Lu Yijian," Xu Zehong said in his mind, "This is a private museum. Whatever you want, you can exchange it for something I can't refuse. There's no need to beat around the bush, and don't think too much."
Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Lu Yijian asked, "What is the origin of the Bodhisattva statue displayed in Area C on the first floor?"
"Donation," Xu Zehong said frankly, "donor information will be kept confidential."
"Sell it to us, the price is negotiable."
"This is a private museum, and the boss doesn't care about money," Xu Zehong reminded for the second time, "If you want the Bodhisattva on display in Area C, you can exchange it for something I can't refuse, and there's no need to talk about anything else;
Don't have any bad intentions, you will be retaliated against. "
"What are you thinking about?" Lu Yijian asked with an ugly face.
Talking about the matter in the direction where it was impossible to discuss, Xu Zehong smiled and asked, "Mourning post."
Hearing this, Lu Yijian pulled his face directly to the floor, stood up and left.
After seeing off the guests, Xu Zehong saw Zhang Jing who had just returned from outside half an hour later.
On the second floor of the museum, Zhang Jing took out the very fragile treasure map in advance and placed it on the operating table.
"This is what the Fried Chicken Man wants," Zhang Jing said in a nonchalant tone, "In the past ten days, I have searched the waters where the location was marked, but there is no trace of the treasure ship."
Xu Zehong stepped forward and looked at the treasure map. The writing on it was somewhat diffuse, but overall it was quite clear.
The label is very clear. The transport ship departed from Dongguang. Its original intention was to transport 500 soldiers from Area D to South Asia, and then return the treasures on board to fried chicken.
Everything went smoothly on the way there, but the ship sank on the way back.
The shipwreck location is also clearly marked. The average sea depth in Bangkok Bay is only 46 meters, so it should be easy to find.
"There is no wreckage to be found," Zhang Jing told Xu Zehong. "Even if someone gets there first, they can't take the broken ship with them. This makes me wonder."
Xu Zehong nodded to express his understanding. Treasure hunters only want treasures and cannot spend a lot of effort to salvage a broken ship.
Now that the fried chicken men are here, it means that they have not succeeded and have not found the whereabouts of the treasure ship.
"This treasure map is a fake product," Zhang Jing said firmly, "it's just a prank."
Xu Zehong was worried about missing out and gave Zhang Jing advice, "You can ask geologists and oceanographers."
Zhang Jing called Noleta, who had sagging skin.
Noleta was still working as an archeologist for the government office in Doubi, the capital of South Myanmar. She was in a beautiful mood and said hello in a hearty voice when she received a call from Zhang Jing, "Jack, good morning."
"Good morning," Zhang Jing went straight to the point, "I'm looking for a sunken ship, but it's not where it is. Why?"
"If this problem is explained by geological science, it can only mean that the sunken ship was 'eaten.'"
"I did not understand."
"Every time there is an earthquake, there are always many people missing," Noleta explained for Zhang Jing, "After the ruins are cleared, there are still many people missing;
The missing person will most likely fall into a seam in the ground during an earthquake, and the seam will close and disappear forever. "
Zhang Jing: "..." "Temporarily one update will be made every day in December. There is no choice. If conditions permit, this can be written."
Four million words or five million words, mainly due to living conditions, I can only think of ways to open a new book. It may indeed not be as good as this one, but I still have to try. Thank you for the big rewards, reading, and voting support, and a lot of love. "
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