Taking the car arranged by Jia Ya and arriving at the hotel where Suisui and others were staying, Wei Ran said goodbye to the little driver who was taciturn but always answered questions, and walked to the first floor of the hotel carrying the souvenirs that the driver had helped prepare.
of the hall.
However, what he didn't expect was that before he could pass through the revolving glass door, he saw from a distance two people wearing beach pants and flowery shirts sitting with their arms stretched out beside the sofa in the rest area.
A scumbag with a proud smile on his face, and a beautiful girl covered in little bells.
"Didn't you go home and fix the radiator?"
After Wei Ran passed through the glass door, he asked Qin Er, dumbfounded, who was waving hello to him. Then, without waiting for his response, he waved to Zhong Zhen, who was sitting on another sofa with his arms around the girl.
Waving his hands, "Are you done too?"
Zhong Zhen, who had a beard on his chin, patted the butt of the "little bell second generation" sitting on his lap, and at the same time raised his chin towards the tablet computer in the girl's hand, "I came here specially.
I saw your performance, but what kind of shrimp machine stuff did Xia Shushi translate? Did he learn English and fortune telling?"
"I don't know how he translated." Wei Ran spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "I would have asked you to translate if I had known earlier."
"Don't get cheap and be nice."
Qin Er took out the zippo lighter with the words "Defend the Home and the Country" written on it, lit a cigarette, and said in a puff of smoke, "This silly guy is not stupid at all. Look at what you asked during the interview.
Those dogs shook their heads when they heard the question. This is a clear indication that they are doing good things, and you and the rich French woman are taking the blame."
Qin Er stopped clicking, and before Wei Ran, who knew what was going on, could take over the conversation, he changed the topic with a playful smile, "Meet my little aunt? How do you feel? Is she pretty? Do you want to be me?
Young uncle? Let me tell you, Zhong Zhen almost cried when he saw the photo of my young aunt."
"I'm so scared that I almost pissed myself." Zhong Zhen picked up the former's lighter angrily and lit a cigarette for himself.
"I also want to live for two more years." Wei Ran patted the lever of the suitcase, "Let's talk here?"
"Come with me!"
Qin Er snapped his fingers, put his cigarette and lighter in his pocket, stood up, lifted up his beach pants without any image, and was the first to walk out of the hotel door with his flip-flops.
"Let her send your luggage to you first." Zhong Zhen pointed to the new bell beside him, and then gave instructions in Burmese that Wei Ran couldn't understand.
"You don't understand Chinese either?"
Wei Ran said, letting the beautiful little girl respectfully take the suitcase and the paper bag filled with gifts from his hands.
"Can't understand"
Zhong Zhen paused, and while walking out side by side with Wei Ran, he said, "This little girl is too timid, not very smart, and her academic performance is not very good, but fortunately she is obedient enough."
"I found out that you are a fetishist," Wei Ran joked as he walked out, "Why do you like girls? You just like bells."
"Wei Ran is right. To him, girls are just casual."
Qin Er, who was walking in front, echoed loudly without looking back. After getting his wish, Wei Ran and Zhong Zhen each received a middle finger in response, and then he called the other two people to follow him and get into a car.
An unassuming black car.
Qin Er, who was in charge of driving, didn't mention where he was going, so Wei Ran and Zhong Zhen naturally didn't bother to ask more questions, let alone talk about any serious matters.
In less than ten minutes, the old city outside the car window had turned into a farmland full of crops. When the car window was lowered, the evening breeze blowing in brought with it the unique salty smell of the sea.
After driving along this country road for only five or six minutes, Qin Er stepped on the brakes. Before that, Wei Ran also heard the sound of waves carried by the wind.
"Let's go"
While Qin Er was speaking, he had already pushed open the car door, turned his back to the high-beam headlights that were not turned off, and walked towards the distant coastline.
The group of three people walked forward for a few dozen meters, and then Qin Er stopped and said, "Now the Internet has been hyped up."
"It's none of my business." Wei Ran spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
"This slap is very loud."
Zhong Zhen took out a pack of cigarettes and gave one to each of Wei Ran and Qin Er. Then he took out a lighter and lit it for everyone. Then he continued, "I didn't take it seriously when Er Er called me over to watch the news.
, but now I can see that the noise you have made is much more effective than what I have worked hard for for several months."
"Wait a minute." Wei Ran looked at the two people blankly, "What you are saying is really the same thing as what I thought you were saying?"
"Isn't it the same thing?" Qin Er came to his senses after saying this, "You didn't watch the news?"
“The last time I watched the news was before I boarded a plane in Palau.”
Wei Ran truthfully said that on the flight from Palau to Philippines, he and Jia Ya had been chatting and testing each other. After getting off the plane and changing to the helicopter, and even just in the car, he had been closing his eyes to relax.
"Let me tell you"
Zhong Zhen took a puff of his cigarette and said, "Now almost the whole world knows that nuke people like to eat people. Wendigo has almost become a synonym for nuke people on the Internet, and even nuke people themselves think it is too disgusting.
"
"About three hours ago, someone on the Internet broke the news that the cannibal pilot and the descendant of the cannibal pilot were the owner of the Palau Japanese food shop that was popular on the Internet some time ago. They said that the two of them seemed to be still alive.
Situations like sharing a wife.
Moreover, online reports mentioned that according to insiders, it seems that the first French wife of one of the shop owners chose to divorce because she could not bear such a perverted thing."
Qin Er gloated and dusted off his cigarette, took a puff and continued, "Then a lot of netizens collected and sorted out some of the perverted family traditions of the little Japs, and then the Japs government came out to blame."
"A high-ranking Japanese official with cerebral palsy actually said on social media that the family of ogres are Palauans and not recruiters."
Zhong Zhen said happily, "Now even Palau officials have been dragged into a war of words on the Internet."
"Didn't the U.S. official express its position?" Wei Ran asked happily.
“They are also very lively now”
Qin II held a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and said one by one with his fingers, "There is a poll on the Internet. The main content is where to bury Captain Evans. Some said he would be buried in Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.
Some say he is buried in his hometown of Oklahoma, and some say he is buried in the Manila American Cemetery in the Philippines. These are quite reliable. At least now, in the American Cemetery in Manila, there is his memorial wall on the missing soldiers memorial wall.
name."
"It is also outrageous. It is suggested that he should be buried on Helen Island in Palau, but the name of the island should be changed to 'Johnston Island' or Indian Chief Island."
"The first suggestion is quite outrageous, but the second suggestion is good."
Wei Ran immediately agreed. Of course he agreed. He arranged for the Katenka sisters to put forward this suggestion. It would be strange if he didn't agree.
Zhong Zhen spread his hands and said, "Some of them were high and even suggested that they be buried at sea in the waters near Samar Island."
“There are even more outrageous things”
Qin II looked like a man of fun at this time. "Some people also suggested that they be buried in a cemetery where they were recruited for nuclear recruitment and licking of prostitutes as compensation, and the Japanese were asked to use October 25th every year as a day of repentance."
"This suggestion is not bad." Wei Ran thoughtlessly praised the second outrageous suggestion that he asked the Katenka sisters to help him send out.
“Really good”
Zhong Zhen said with a smile, "This and the one about changing the name of the island are very popular, but they are both nothing more than a slap in the face. Although these are not officially proposed by the United States, they definitely poke the G-spot of Americans.
And the Japanese, the Japanese's lungs are blocked."
"Now, no matter whether it's the Japanese side or the stupid American side, there are people calling for offline demonstrations on the Internet."
When Qin Er said this, he suddenly looked at Wei Ran and asked in an unusually sure tone, "You did all of this, right?"
"You said it's none of my business? But if there were more speakers, maybe the parade would really have hope."
Wei Ran sighed regretfully, but it was almost like admitting something in disguise. At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the crazy proposal of the Cuban madman - just go into the crowd of parade...
Qin Er and Zhong Zhen looked at each other, and then sighed as if to express their opinions, "Yes, it would be better if there were more people, but there is no need to rush, a total of ten mental hospitals in the first phase have already begun to select sites.
It will be open to the public in half a year at most, allowing crazy people to enjoy surfing the Internet."
"So fast?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in surprise.
"There are a lot of mental illnesses in the world"
Zhong Zhenbang threw away his cigarette butt and gave a nonsensical response, "Don't worry! More and more people will speak out in the future."
"The preparations for the other people you want are almost complete." He pulled back his head and thought for a moment, then added an additional reminder, "Well... the number of people may be a bit too much."
"How...how much?" Wei Ran asked cautiously.
"According to your request, a total of 19 core members of the fraud gang were obtained. They are both men and women. They are all scum that can be sentenced to death several times. Of course, they can speak English."
Qin Er paused and continued, "In addition, we have found a total of 28 beautiful girls, all of whom are under 23 years old, homeless, have no surname diseases, no history of addiction, and are completely voluntary.
They are basically forced into the sex industry for various reasons, and more than half of them are of mixed race, while the remaining half are either Asian or abandoned second-generation white people."
After a pause, Qin Er continued, "There are also the disabled people you want. There are a lot of them. I found 26 in total. They are all under the age of 15. Basically, they all have congenital or acquired leg disabilities. These are
Most of them were abandoned by their original families. Before we discovered them, most of them relied on begging to make a living, but they basically knew English and none of them knew Chinese."
"It's indeed a bit much." Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, and then said, "But it's okay, the arrangements are open."
"Then there's the last part you want, the able-bodied children."
Qin Er spread his hands, "But this job was taken over by my little aunt. She doesn't allow me to get involved with Zhong Zhen, otherwise she will beat me to death."
"She has already told me about this."
Wei Ran grinned helplessly. Speaking of which, these "talent" requests were actually made by the Katenka sisters. He was just a hands-off shopkeeper working for employees.
"Okay, that's all we have to say." Qin Er spread his hands, "Do you have anything to say?"
"When will the revenge you promised to help me start?" Zhong Zhen asked before Wei Ran could speak.
"Soon." Wei Ran thought for a moment and added, "It will start before October at the latest."
"Then I will wait for you for another month and a half." Zhong Zhen was very straightforward.
"I thought you had to urge me a few words," Wei Ran teased with a smile.
“Don’t be afraid of being late for a good meal”
Zhong Zhen grinned, "I can tell from what happened this time that you are better at making trouble than I am."
"What do you mean I'm better at making trouble than you?" Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded, "How can you be so boastful?"
“If you don’t know how to praise, then don’t praise.”
Qin Er put his arm on Wei Ran's shoulder and asked with a playful smile, "I almost forgot, there is one more thing. Look, we have found this person for you, where should we send them next?"
"If you really don't have space, my uncle's mine has space." Zhong Zhen, who praised his failure, said kindly.
"I'll find a friend to pick him up later. Let him contact you then." Wei Ran patted his forehead after saying that, "When will Xia Shushi come back?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It will probably take three to five days to talk at least."
Qin II replied, "I contacted him before meeting you. He is still on the American warship. What's wrong? Do you have something to do with him?"
"There is indeed something going on"
Wei Ran greeted the two of them and asked as they walked back, "Will he go back to China directly or come here?"
"If that guy around you hasn't left yet, he will definitely come here." Zhong Zhen said jokingly.
"Then I guess he will definitely come here," Qin Er said with certainty, "What do you want to do with him?"
"I accidentally saw an antique, and I thought about letting him take a look." Wei Ran said casually, but in fact, he chose to keep the main reason for looking for Xia Shushi a secret for the time being.
"You come to me for this matter."
Qin Er patted his chest and said, "Although I am not a student of history, I know more about antiques than he does."
"Just you?" Wei Ran looked at the other person suspiciously.
"You look down on people, don't you?"
Qin Er patted his chest and said proudly, "My grandfather is a serious restoration master of cultural relics. I have been working for my grandfather since I was a child. I am not bragging, buddy. I can steal all the cultural relics I have seen."
If you come out and sell them, you will be shot two hundred times at least."
"For the sake of you being shot two hundred times, show me this thing." Ran said, opened the car door, picked up his cell phone, pulled out a photo and handed it to the other party.
The thing in this photo is naturally the golden statue of the woman in ancient costume found on Helen Island. This thing is still in the food box. However, since he has nothing to do these days, he also checked the statue through the Internet.
That line of small print.
According to the answer found on the Internet, the line on the statue "Zhaoxiao, pure and holy concubine of Fuji" is the title given to the sea goddess Mazu by Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty.
In other words, what he found was the golden Mazu that the Japanese pilot Akira had hidden. The answer was indeed simple, but it was too simple for him.
"Damn it! Where the hell did you take this photo?!"
Qin Er exclaimed when he saw the photo on his phone, and then swiped the screen to enlarge the photo and carefully observed every detail, but he was not in a hurry to get into the cab, and even
Zhong Zhen even put his head close to watch the excitement.
These two scumbags were not in a hurry to go back, but Wei Ran was in a hurry to go back to see his girlfriend. He simply opened the door and pushed the two of them into the back compartment. He himself got into the cab, controlled the car and started to turn around.
"Tell me, where did you find it?" Qin Er asked impatiently.
"I picked it up on the beach," Wei Ran rarely told the truth.
"Do you think I believe it?"
Qin Er snorted and then explained, "This Mazu is either a modern fiction, or it's really explosive."
"How to explain?" Zhong Zhen, who was also watching the excitement, asked.
"Gold-plated?" Qin Er asked Wei Ran who was driving.
"Pure gold" Wei Ranxi gave a short response with the words as pure as gold.
"Pure gold?!"
Qin Er exclaimed and was stunned for a moment, then tapped Wei Ran's phone screen with his fingernails, "Okay, let's treat her as pure gold first. Let's treat her as a modern fiction.
Looking at the size, it must be at least as big as a mineral water bottle?"
"It's not that thin, it's a bit stronger, probably similar to a pulsating bottle." Wei Ran replied while driving.
"Such a big gold statue must weigh about 20 kilograms, right?" Qin II asked the second question.
"Absolutely" Wei Ran replied truthfully.
"So you see, even if it is a modern fiction, even if the workmanship is not considered, if this Mazu is really pure gold, it is equivalent to 20 kilograms of gold, which would cost two to three million yuan in RMB."
"What if it's not a fabrication?" Zhong Zhen asked subconsciously.
“That’s the real thing.”
Qin Er enlarged the photo on his cell phone, pointed to the corner and said, "Did you see, Zhaoxiao, Pureness, Fuji, and Holy Concubine? This is the commendatory title given to Mazu by Zhu Yuanzhang, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty."
"So this is from the Ming Dynasty?" Zhong Zhen asked confused, "So? How much is it worth?"
"This is no longer a matter of more money and less money. Even if she is from the Ming Dynasty, it is not something ordinary people can afford."
Qin II restored the photo to its original size, "At least through the photo, I can't see anything wrong with the shape or metalwork. But we in China are short of copper and have been in short supply since ancient times, so in ancient times, even a bronze statue would be great.
It is definitely not an ordinary person who can afford such a large golden statue."
"Too"
Zhong Zhen nodded in agreement, "Ordinary people can't afford it. Such a big piece of gold could probably be exchanged for an official in ancient times."
“It’s not just that I can’t afford it”
Qin Er returned the phone to Wei Ran, "Even if you can afford it, you have to be not afraid of stealing it.
Tell me, during the Ming Dynasty, where were the statues of Mazu worshiped without fear of being stolen?"
"Official?"/"Court?" Wei Ran and Zhong Zhen gave answers with similar meanings in unison.
"That's possible, but the government still says that it's a self-inflicted crime."
Qin II said vaguely, "In fact, whether it is the imperial court or the official government, according to the emperors of the previous generations of the old Zhu family, they should not be vulgar enough to cast a statue of Mazu in gold. Especially the founding emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, he would never be able to do such a thing.
Regarding the saucy thing, I have been in a serious temple and will not insult Mazu with gold."
"So?" Zhong Zhen gave up thinking immediately.
"I guess the person who made this golden statue of Mazu is probably not a serious person."
Qin Er thought for a while and then continued, "My guess is that those who can use gold to cast Mazu statues may have the intention of letting Mazu save their last lives, such as when they are in trouble, collapse, or shipwreck.
The capital chain is broken, these natural and man-made disasters, once the Mazu statue is sold, it will turn around and make a comeback.
Of course, the imperial court would not worry about this kind of problem, and compared to gold, mutton-fat jade was obviously of a higher grade to the imperial court.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! So I think that the person who cast this Mazu statue might be a pirate-like figure. Of course, the premise of all this is that this Mazu statue is genuine, isn’t it?
Imitations of later generations.”
"So at least this Mazu statue may actually be the spiritual belief of pirates?" Wei Ran, who was in charge of driving, changed the topic after speaking, "Which way are we driving?"
"Turn right at the intersection ahead"
After Qin Er pointed out the way, he responded, "I didn't say anything just now. This is my guess, but my aunt's boss is very fond of Mazu... forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything,
In short, if this statue of Mazu is not a modern figment, it can definitely be regarded as a special cultural relic. Even if it is not a pirate, it must be a sea merchant."
"Is it valuable?" Zhong Zhen asked the most straightforward question.
"That's what you said"
Qin Er smiled and said, "If this thing is made of gold and is from the Ming Dynasty, I think I can sell it for eight figures if I try hard enough."
"One hundred, one hundred, ten, million... Ten million? RMB?"
“Could it be that it’s still Kyat?”
Qin Er was amused by Zhong Zhen, "Mazu is a typical representative of religious beliefs in the Greater China cultural circle. She is the kind who can sit in the first row when the gods hold meetings. There are many believers in both the domestic coastal areas and Southeast Asia.
.
But I have heard and seen those made of mud, wood, stone, bronze, white jade, and emerald, but I have never seen a cast statue of gold. This alone makes it a scorpion poison.
.”
"That thing can cost tens of millions?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"It's really possible if you meet someone you really like and don't need money."
Qin Er asked ambiguously, "But the material of this thing itself is enough to eliminate a large number of collectors, so it has a price but no market. It is indeed worth that price, but it may not be sold. But if
If you're in a hurry to sell it, I guess it won't be a big problem if you sell it for five to six million."
"If you say it, it means saying it in vain."
"Isn't this thing really in your hands?" Qin Er asked in surprise.
"I didn't tell you, I picked it up on the beach." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already steered the car around a corner at the intersection, changed the subject and asked, "Which direction are you going to go next?"
