"No need to pay anything" Daniel frowned and said this.
"Professor, why do you do archeology?" Kraft did not answer directly, but asked a new question.
Daniel glanced at Kraft, hesitated and said, "I engage in archeology to unravel the mysteries of history, to unravel the mysteries of history, and to allow people to obtain the truth of history!".
"Great" Kraft gave Daniel a comment with a smile, but in his heart he looked down on people like Daniel.
A bunch of tomb robbers are so damn shameless for saying they are so great.
"Professor, let me tell you the truth."
"Unravel the mysteries of history, solve the mysteries of history, my boss doesn't care about these things, you can get the fame you deserve."
"However, the items dug out belong to my boss."
"Correspondingly, we will be responsible for all archaeological expenses, and you will receive the bonus and reputation you deserve."
"There is no conflict between our purposes."
After Kraft finished speaking, he looked at Daniel. Now it depends on whether Daniel agrees. If Daniel agrees, the conversation can continue.
Anyway, there are many people like Daniel, but not many rich people are willing to invest in archaeological teams.
The archaeological team costs a lot of money. It is not a game that ordinary rich people can play. Only the super rich can play this game.
"Sorry, I can't give you a result for the time being. I need to think about it." Daniel looked at Kraft and said this. Although he was calm on the surface, his heart was already turbulent.
"It doesn't matter. This is my phone number. I will get a result within two days." Kraft said and took out a business card from his pocket and put it on the table.
"Thank you for the coffee, but your coffee must have passed its shelf life." After Kraft said that, he stood up. Daniel didn't care about Kraft's joke and sent Kraft out of the house.
Returning to sit on the sofa, Daniel slapped his forehead. Feeling physically and mentally exhausted, he lay on one side on the sofa. Not long after, snoring appeared.
Daniel has fallen asleep.
When Daniel woke up, the sky was filled with stars outside. He looked at the time and saw that it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.
I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and then went to the kitchen to make something to eat. While I was busy, I didn’t know what I was feeling, so I picked up the coffee can and turned it upside down to take a look.
He cursed "Fake!" with a dark face and threw the coffee can into the trash can.
Kraft was right. The coffee had expired for more than two months. He reluctantly made some food to eat, went back to the living room, sat down, and opened a can of beer.
I specifically checked the date on the beer and saw that it was due in one month.
I drank half the can in one go, let out a long breath and leaned on the sofa. My life was really a mess.
But what can I do? I know nothing except archeology.
Kraft said he accepted employment from rich people, and Daniel knew what was going on. Wolfa, a college classmate, was like this. He was very good at the beginning and excavated many ancient tombs, which brought great benefits to the rich.
Subsequently, several excavations yielded no results and a lot of money was spent. The rich man was not happy and made Wolfa disappear.
Daniel was worried that he would also encounter the same fate.
No one can guarantee that they will find a large ancient tomb and unearth a large number of antiques every time.
However, without a sum of funds, the archeology he spent two years organizing would end prematurely, and Daniel was very unwilling to do so.
Although the main tomb chamber has not yet been excavated, the antique fragments unearthed recently show that he is not far from success.
If you accept the funding, all items subsequently excavated will belong to the rich man.
"Dingdingdingdingding." The phone rang, and Daniel was brought back to his thoughts. He searched everywhere, found the phone in his bag and answered it directly.
"Professor, there is a bit of chaos here. The migrant workers we hired have begun to gather and demand that we pay them now." A hurried voice came from the phone.
Daniel recognized it as the voice of his student O'Kahn.
"Tell them that they must receive the money as agreed, and if they break the contract, they will suffer the punishment from France!" Daniel shouted these words immediately.
Now that I have no money, I can only use this excuse to bluff people.
"Professor, the time will be up in three days. If the money cannot be paid by then, we will be beaten to death." O'Kahn said this bravely.
Those migrant workers don't care who you are. If you don't give them money, they will just fight you.
"Don't worry, I've got the approval document, and the funds will arrive within three days." Daniel began to comfort O'Kahn, and after talking for a while, he was able to stabilize O'Kahn.
Put down the phone, raised his right hand and started rubbing his head.
What should I do? Where should I collect this money? The money needed to give to migrant workers is not much, only more than 40,000 US dollars, but now Daniel really does not have this money.
After a while, I raised my hand and drank the remaining beer in one gulp. I sat there panting and stared at Kraft's business card on the table.
I really had no choice but to give it a try.
He grabbed Kraft's phone, picked up the phone and started dialing. Not long after, the call came through, "Kraft, this is Daniel, we need to talk."
"Okay, I'm free at any time," Kraft said in a relaxed voice.
"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, at my house" Daniel said the time and place.
"OK, I'll arrive on time, and I'll let you taste normal coffee then." Kraft didn't forget to tease Daniel that after so many years, he would let himself drink expired coffee again.
Daniel didn't care about Kraft's terms. After chatting for a few words, he hung up the phone, stood up, and walked toward the bedroom without thinking about anything else.
The night passed, and at nine o'clock the next morning, Kraft arrived at Daniel's house with coffee.
Daniel made two cups of Kraft's coffee, and the two talked about things while drinking coffee. Daniel raised all the questions about his relationship, and Kraft gave clear answers.
"It's really just like that." Daniel looked at Kraft in disbelief and asked this question.
What Kraft said was completely different from what he knew. There was no such thing as silence, which was beyond Daniel's expectation.
"Daniel, as long as you don't spend money indiscriminately, there will be no problem with funding."
"Of course, you can't stock up on antiques, they all belong to the boss, and you will get considerable bonuses accordingly."
"What's more important is that you have to look for items that the boss is interested in based on the clues provided by the boss."
"We are all adults now. I believe you have also heard about many wealthy people who funded archaeological teams and eventually wiped them out."
"That's because they broke the contract and did something that caused the boss great losses."
"Defaulter"
"The price must be paid in blood!"
"I know that the disappearance of your college classmate Wolfa has a great impact on you. What I want to say here is that Wolfa's death is not a pity!"
"First, they falsely reported more than 70 people, and the profit from this was as much as 70,000 euros a month."
"Second, concealing the discovered antiques and selling them privately for tens of millions of euros."
"Third, when it was finally discovered, other forces were introduced to try to take advantage of the enemy!"
"Tell me, Wolfa's death is not a pity!"
Kraft looked at Daniel and said these words. The meaning was very simple. Don't breach the contract. The price of breach of contract is cruel.
Daniel was stunned. He never dreamed that Wolfa's disappearance would involve so many things. If what Kraft said was true, Wolfa's death would really be a shame.
"You didn't lie" Daniel said this with a confused expression.
"Daniel, you can investigate later. The rich man who cooperates with Wolfa is the British Stephen!"
Kraft told the matter very generously, and Daniel nodded slowly. Kraft even talked about it to this extent, and even asked himself to investigate.
This shows that Wolfa's death is 100% deserved.
Daniel didn't know that Stephen was one of the twelve executive committee members of the Fate Society. Wolfa was doing tricks behind Stephen's back. The mouse was playing tricks on the cat just to seek death.
"I am in urgent need of more than 40,000 US dollars. Without this money, the workers at the archaeological site will cause trouble." Daniel said this a little embarrassed.
"You report the location to me, and I will arrange for someone to bring the cash and take over the security work of the archaeological team."
"And you, pack up and follow me to meet the boss."
Kraft said this with great certainty, and Daniel nodded seriously and agreed.
He took out a pen and paper and wrote down the current address, contact person, and phone number of the archaeological team, and handed it to Kraft. Kraft took it, looked at it, and put it in his pocket.
"Daniel, take care of yourself. It's hard for my boss to recognize you like this."
"I'll come to pick you up early tomorrow morning, don't let me down"
"You don't need to worry about the archaeological team. After meeting the boss tomorrow morning, the money will be distributed in the afternoon!"
After Kraft finished speaking, he stood up, and Daniel also stood up and sent Kraft away. Daniel sighed and sat on the sofa, finally getting through this.
One night passed.
Early the next morning, Kraft drove over to pick up Daniel. At this moment, Daniel was different from yesterday. His hair was arranged and he was wearing a brand new costume, a white shirt and a blue tie.
Black leather shoes, shiny.
Kraft smiled and asked Daniel to get in the car. The car immediately drove out and merged into the rolling traffic.
After more than fifty minutes, the vehicle stopped by the Seine River. Kraft asked Daniel to get out of the car, and the two of them came to the river and stood waiting.
Not long after, a yacht came over and slowly pulled over.
Kraft made a gesture of invitation, and Daniel jumped on the yacht, but Kraft stood still and did not move.
"I'll wait for you here, let's talk to the boss." Kraft shouted, and Daniel understood what was going on. At this time, the yacht left the shore and drove away.
Daniel slowly walked to the cabin of the yacht and saw a big man asking to operate the yacht. When the big man saw Daniel, he smiled, "Hello, my name is Pierre."