We finished work at 3:30 in the evening and found nothing else except the four iron bells from the Iron Buddha Temple Pagoda in the Pear Tree Wasteland.
I put a lot of effort into backfilling and restoring the tomb, including the color of the surface soil, the location and depth of the tombstones. I tried my best to restore them.
I wanted to avoid being seen by Bailash Qiong. I knew what I did was disgraceful. If Bailash Qiong found out, none of my friends would have to do it.
The wages of avarice is death.
I am a tomb robber. I am a bad person, not a good person, but... I also want to make friends with others.
As mentioned before, the Second Cotton Factory will be on holiday until March, so Tian Sanjiu asked us to stay in the factory during the day to find the background location for the third photo that year.
Tian Sanjiu guessed that if he found a place, it would be either the Iron Buddha Temple or the Cast Iron Buddha. One of them should be hidden there.
Times are progressing and enterprises are developing.
Northwest National Cotton, from the first factory director Wang Xinggui in 1958 to the current factory director Chen, there have been countless changes in the process. Nearly 50 years have passed, and many places have changed drastically. If you look for some old employees who have retired
Judging by the looks of it, they probably wouldn't recognize some places in Ermian either.
Large warehouse, small warehouse, doffing room, production room, material preparation room, finished product room, office, canteen, dormitory, equipment room, oil room, equipment room, parts warehouse... my legs are numb.
Many old houses were locked and the windows were opened so high that we couldn't get in. On the road, we occasionally met workers building sheds in the south factory area. People asked us what we did. Tian Sanjiu said we were from the branch company to inspect and asked who it was.
The branch company, he said, was Daxing Dyeing and Weaving.
It's around one o'clock in the afternoon.
"Where are you?" Tian Sanjiu looked around while talking on the phone.
"It's not there. You turn left. As you go forward, you can see a broken tractor. We are here."
After waiting for more than ten minutes, a middle-aged man in his thirties came running quickly with a bag on his back.
"Hey, I'm sorry, Brother Tian, this place is so fucking big, I almost fainted."
Tian Sanjiu nodded: "Shunzi, have you received the money?"
"I got it, brother, you are so polite." The man smiled.
"Stop talking nonsense, just follow us. As long as no one is around, I will open all locked factories, whether they are warehouses or whatever."
"No problem, brother," the man patted the backpack he was carrying and said with a smile that these locks are ordinary locks and it's a piece of cake.
The guy named Shunzi that Tian Sanjiu found is a professional thief with a large-scale organization. He can't open the lock of the factory. He is really awesome. I saw him just use a small wire to stab a bucket back and forth.
It was an understatement.
It’s also thanks to the fact that no one was around at the Second Cotton Factory during the holiday, otherwise I wouldn’t have dared to do this.
Three hours later.
Tian Sanjiu looked around, and after dozens of seconds, he looked down at the photo again.
"Shunzi, let's go. You know the rules."
The man nodded hurriedly: "Of course I know, Brother Tian, then I won't disturb you. If you need help, Brother Tian, please call me at any time."
After the unlocker left, Tian Sanjiu suddenly said: "Finally I found it, it's here."
"Ah? How can you tell this?"
I turned my head and looked around.
The place where we are standing now is a large warehouse. The room is densely packed with all kinds of debris and the dust is very big.
Among them, the most piled up are all kinds of old equipment and machines in the cotton factory. There are so many that they can't be counted at a glance. It is estimated that these are the inventory of the second cotton factory for decades.
Brother Yu also asked how you could tell?
Tian Sanjiu looked up at the roof, and said with burning eyes: "It's just a feeling. My feeling tells me that the thing is here, maybe underground." He looked down at his feet.
The cement floor underfoot was made of cement and was solid. Tian Sanjiu asked Hongyan and Brother Yu to get things from the car.
After Brother Yu and Hongyan left, Tian Sanjiu and I were the only two people left in the warehouse.
It was almost evening at this time and the sun was setting. The warehouse windows were opened very high. A ray of sunset shone through the windows, and some dust could be seen floating in the air.
Tian Sanjiu's eyes were gleaming. He squatted down and gently rubbed the cement floor with his right hand, revealing a faint smile on his lips.
This smile seemed familiar. He also smiled like this when he looked at Luo Jiashan in a wheelchair.
Brother Yu and Hongyan quickly came back with metal detectors, and they also took an impact drill that burned oil.
Put the detector close to the ground and scan it inch by inch.
"Didi...didi..."
The detector sent a response.
Brother Yu stretched out his hand and pulled the lead wire, then directly drilled the impact drill after looking at the correct position, and punched through the concrete floor.
I didn’t know if Tian Sanjiu was nervous too, but I saw him watching from the side, smoking non-stop.
The impact drill penetrated the ground, and after a few digs with a shovel, I hit something.
"What is it?" Tian Sanjiu threw away the cigarette butt and ran to look.
"Is it a large cast iron Buddha weighing several hundred pounds?"
