When they came to the side of the mountain, they could see the winding road not far away, and the railway that passed around the mountain like a jade belt.

If he was not mistaken, this should be the Trans-Siberian Railway.

That is to say, the traffic here is still very convenient, if you want to use the railway transportation, then apply for it there, lay a section of track over, and you can build a freight station here. Simonov wrote down his thoughts heavily in a small notebook.

Simonov turned around, looked at the mountain on this side, and exclaimed in his heart, strange that he had to look like he was not bad for money.

In order to confirm his vision, he stretched out his hand and casually broke it on the mountain, yo, it was quite heavy to start, which showed that this thing was more important than a stone.

He looked at the broken place again, tsk~~ He exclaimed:

"My good guy actually took on a zigzag shape. ”

He weighed the small piece of stone in his hand again, and then took it to his eyes to take a closer look, and saw that its aggregate was in the form of a block, and the color was copper-red.

He already knew it in his heart, but in order to further clarify his judgment, he took out his knife and made a cut in the stone, and sure enough, as he expected, there was a bright dent left on the stone, and he saw that this dent had a tendency to self-restore, of course, it was impossible to really restore it.

He explained aloud and told his companions to measure carefully, he needed to go up the mountain to see again.

As soon as he had walked a few steps, Simonov saw a mountain stream, which, due to the cold weather, could faintly see the traces of the stream flowing into a pool - the surface of the stream was frozen. The waterhole in the distance has also frozen.

He continued to walk up the hill, I don't know how long, and finally found a dead grass in a sunny clearing, this is a very unique plant, if it is spring and summer, it can be seen at a glance that it is a Lamiaceae plant, he reached out and plucked a small part of the dead branch, with the index finger and thumb rubbed it, put it in front of his nose and sniffed.

It has a very fragrant taste, with strong hints of herb and lemongrass, mixed with some mint pungency.

This is the taste of Gaowa-Ang-Ghurum-Qiqige, where there is it, there must be copper mines.

Such a big copper mountain, ho~ Sure enough, the trench is inhumane!

The reason why Simonov climbed the mountain was to confirm his judgment, and now after the hammer was undoubted, he decisively went down the mountain.

He now wanted to understand one thing, that is, what secrets were hidden in that big dirt bag, why there was no grass, why did the man pay homage to him, and why did the horse dare not go on?

There were too many doubts, and he didn't know why curiosity killed cats. All he knew was that, as a technician, he should be able to figure out everything within the scope of the project that might be about to be implemented.

He had just looked around on the mountain, but he didn't see any other people.

But the language barrier, and I don't even know what kind of language the other person speaks, which is very uncomfortable!

Simonov decided to let his friends work first, and he went back to the ship alone to communicate with the two financiers.

He told Sergei what he thought, and the latter shook his head, I fished well, there are so many things coming from there.

You are a mature man, you should learn to solve problems by yourself, and besides, I pay commissions, don't you see that I am busy for everyone's life!

Woolf disagreed, looking at the problem from the perspective of the market, interrupting Sergei's train of thought with a wave of his hand, and asking two questions:

First, on the premise of not affecting the soil bag and the household, is the vacant land area in front enough to build a port? Is this the best location to build a port?

Second, if this is the best location, but the area is not enough, plus the small soil bag and the floor area of the house can meet the requirements?

In the face of these two sudden problems, he is a little ignorant of measures, technicians speak with data, and now any data has not been summarized, how do you let me answer you?

"This is not my work style, I need to wait for the data to be summarized before I can further complete the rest of the work. But don't worry, our data aggregation is fast. I believe that it will all come out tomorrow, and we use the most advanced scientific calculators to aggregate the data. Simonov answered Woolf's question quickly and evasively.

"The most important thing we should be figuring out now is the question of that little dirt bag, isn't it?" he tried to continue to pull the two financiers' thoughts back to his own.

Simonov is not a reckless man, although he is a technician, but he unswervingly implements one idea: no matter what industry you are engaged in, you will only live a very prosperous life if you are recognized by the gold owner.

"I have to admit that what you said also makes sense. But where are we going to find someone who understands the language of that household?" asked Woolf rhetorically.

"Ask the crew!" Simonov said firmly.

The crew of Vladivostok come from all over the country, and maybe some of them really understand what they say.

"Hey, man, come down hard, talk to the captain. Woolf consulted with Sergei: "When the matter is done, please have a big meal!"

Soon, Sergei found a dark-skinned crew member, who showed two rows of neat snow-white teeth and smiled: "Sir, I will be happy to serve you!"

Woolf looked at the back of Simonov with the crew and asked, "Man, look, you can fish again in peace, how beautiful!"

Sergei said: "This is part of the Parzantis region, and they may have met local natives. ”

"Brother, don't worry, it's not a big problem, the captain also said, not here, there is a bigger place fifty nautical miles ahead, and the coastline is longer than here. Sergei comforted Woolf.

"Why didn't he just take us there?"

"What we told him was to find the most suitable place, and he probably had the mentality of not letting go of any good person, after all, it was also the off-season!" Sergey explained for the captain, anyway, he was not in a hurry, what a wonderful thing fishing is.

On top of that, you can eat the freshest marine fish and a variety of seafood. As long as you go under the net, everything will be there.

Just when they were full of harvest, Simonov and the crew returned, he was not in a good mood, and when he saw them, he began to explain: "It's a pity, that dirt bag is the spiritual sustenance of the local natives, that is, the totem."

Their family is the last guardian of this totem. My opinion is to follow the local people's living customs and not to disturb them, after all, respecting others is also a kind of respect for yourself. Let's go, let's go back and find a more suitable place. ”

As soon as Simonov finished speaking, all his friends withdrew, and Sergei and Woolf hurriedly packed up their fishing gear and prepared to set off for the next place.