"What kind of ship is the Haitai?" asked Gu Xiaobai.

Over the past few thousand years, the unpredictable seas have swallowed countless ships.

And the vast time erased all the pain, even the traces they left behind.

A ship more than a hundred years ago, almost no one paid attention to it, except for the real insiders.

And even industry insiders cannot have a detailed assessment of the ship.

The young archaeologist explained:

"The Haitai is a merchant ship owned by the Qing government, which mysteriously disappeared in about 1890, no one knows what happened to it, some say it was attacked by a storm, some say it was attacked by pirates, some say it was attacked by warships from other countries, and some say it sank on the reef...... And the most important thing is that no one knows where the ship sank, so even a search is impossible to find. At that time, the Qing government was worried about internal and external troubles, and all kinds of materials were lost in the war. My teacher once launched an investigation into it and found several descendants who claimed to be surviving passengers, but most of them turned out to be scammers......"

Speaking of this, the young archaeologist licked his lips and said, "According to historical records, the Haitai was an important merchant ship of the Qing court, carrying the heavy burden of transporting goods for the Qing court, and there were a large number of precious goods on board......

"Same as the Taixing?" asked Gu Xiaobai.

"Well, theoretically speaking, the Haitai is like one of the successor ships of the Taixing, and the construction started after the sinking of the Taixing, but I didn't expect that decades later, it would also follow in the footsteps of the Taixing......"

The Taixing is probably the deadliest in Chinese history, and is called China's "Titanic" by Western media.

In 1822, the sailing ship "Taixing" sailed from Xiamen to Java, with nearly 2,000 passengers on board and more than 1 million pieces of porcelain in ballast. When the ship reached the Zhongsha Islands, it ran aground and sank, except for 198 people who were rescued by the passing "Indiana", and the remaining 1,800 passengers were buried at the bottom of the sea.

At the end of the last century, Hatcher, a treasure hunter at the bottom of the sea, guessed the location of the shipwreck through the log of the "Indiana", and then stole more than 600,000 pieces of fine porcelain from the Kangxi period and more than 130 gold nuggets weighing 1 catty on the ship. In order to facilitate transportation and raise the price, he scooped up these porcelains and selected 356,000 pieces of fine porcelain, and the rest of the more than 200,000 pieces of the same style or poor quality were all broken and thrown on the seabed. Later, Indonesia discovered that Hatcher's salvage procedures were forged and he was wanted, and Hatcher fled in a hurry, and a year later, he returned to his place and salvaged the remainder.

It has been salvaged and auctioned twice, and the funds from Hatcher's auction are about 5 billion yuan in terms of purchasing power.

What's even more hateful is that Hatcher has no respect for his dead ancestors, and the wreckage of the Taixing's hull and the bones of many victims were thrown everywhere by Hatcher's salvage team.

When it came to the Taixing, several people at the scene were silent.

The theft of the Taixing is an eternal pain in the hearts of archaeologists. And it was Hatcher who forced out China's underwater archaeology.

And now, another ship similar to the Taixing once again aroused all kinds of thoughts in everyone's hearts.

After a long time, the young archaeologist said, "This is too big for me to be the master...... Me, I'll give my teacher a call......"

Is the fisherman's uncle's words true? Is he mentally ill, or has he really found the legendary Haitai?

If you believe him, you will have to invest a lot of manpower and material resources to salvage, and even negotiate with Vietnam.

If you don't believe him, if the Haitai is stolen like the original Taixing, then they are the sinners of the country.

"I'll take care of that. Gu Xiaobai took off his mask and stretched out his hand: "Meet me, my name is Gu Xiaobai." ”

At this moment, both the crew members and the fishermen's uncles were stunned.

Ah, it's glaring!

"You're the one...... That ......" Uncle fisherman pointed at Gu Xiaobai, "I've seen your news, you are ......"

A few crew members next to him even brushed it, and a cold sweat came out.

it, the new boss is here!

And it's the boss they were still complaining about just now!

A crew member avoided Gu Xiaobai's face, lowered his voice, and asked the young archaeological team member, "He...... It's our new boss?"

If it were someone else, maybe the crew would hesitate.

But Gu Xiaobai, no matter where he goes, comes with his own anti-counterfeiting label.

Where are you going to find another person who looks like this?

People like Gu Xiaobai don't need to show their ID cards when they walk on the street.

Of course, they don't have to worry about whether this is true or not.

Just when Gu Xiaobai revealed his identity, Zhong Jun had already sailed from afar, and then slowly moored on the dock.

"My boat has come to pick me up. Gu Xiaobai turned around and said, "Uncle, if you can trust me, just wait for my news, and I'll see if this ship is ...... or not."

"Uh, yes, yes!" Uncle Fisherman stretched out his hand and handed over the piece of paper he was holding just now: "This is the coordinates." ”

"I just saw it. Gu Xiaobai smiled and waved his hand, "Uncle, keep it for yourself." ”

Gu Xiaobai turned around and looked at the crew members next to him.

With a "brush", several crew members stood up straight.

One by one, their hearts are very empty.

He didn't hear the bad things about the boss when he was next to him just now.

"Please ask a few people to learn more about the situation with this uncle, and we will contact you again. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"Don't worry. ”

"I will definitely understand the situation and report back to you......"

A few people nodded and bowed, and Gu Xiaobai turned around and walked in the direction of Zhong Jun.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped again and asked, "By the way, you haven't asked your uncle for your name yet?"

"My name is Tan Liugen......

"Okay, Uncle Tan, wait for my news, if you can really find the Haitai, we will reward you. ”

"I don't want a reward. Tan Liugen shook his head, "I just want to ...... Let those two go home. ”

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai didn't know what to say.

He didn't know why Tan Liugen had such a deep obsession with a shipwreck a hundred years ago.

He also didn't know if there would be the remains of the mother and son on the ship.

Now, his mind is full of mixed feelings.

Walking on the Zhongjun, Gu Xiaobai turned around and waved to the beach.

Tan Liugen closed his eyes, and there was a scene in front of him countless times in his sleep.

"We are waiting for you here, you must take us home......"

"You wait, I'll take you home right away......"

......

Decades ago, dozens of young people were wreaking havoc in a small hut like robbers.

"There are books here, burn them!"

"Burn them all!"

"Don't, don't burn my books, I'm willing to do whatever you tell me to do, I admit my mistakes, I'm willing to do anything...... Don't ......" an old man who could barely walk, staggering to protect the information he had gathered, only to watch as the flames engulfed everything.

The old man was dragged away, and all the way like a wounded lone wolf wailed: "They are still waiting for me, they are still waiting for me to take them home......"

The flames were burning, and a photo fell into the flames, and the photo showed a family of three, the flames licked the photo, turning into black spots and spreading.

Not far away, a boy of three or four years old was huddled under the bed, his eyes wide and he looked at everything in horror.

Suddenly, someone rushed in and hugged him: "Child, child, are you okay, go with your uncle......"

"Grandpa, my grandpa......" The child's eyes widened in horror as he looked at the burning house.

With a "boom", the house collapsed.

In the flames, a photograph was carried into the air by the heat, curled up, and turned into ashes......