When Gothissa returned from China, he saw Han Nuowei immersed himself in polishing a large piece of material in the workshop, and he went to Hancheng this time to harvest a lot, and several pieces of amber polished by Han Nuowei were sold for a high price that he expected. Therefore, when he saw Han Nuowei www.biquge.info he was no longer so angry, so he took the initiative to say hello: "Kaidong, how are you doing these days?"

Han Nuowei wiped the amber crumbs on his face with the back of his hand: "It's good, it's just that there are too many mosquitoes." ”

Gothissa was very happy to see that Han Nuowei did not hold a grudge against him, as if he was still loyal, and he moved a stool and sat next to Han Nuowei: "This is the way it is in the rainy season, they can't fly in the rain, so they will fall into the house." ”

Han Nuowei said: "If you are as strong as you, it's okay, I'm so thin, I can't withstand a few bites of these little things." ”

Gothissa laughed amusedly: "It's not to feed mosquitoes." As he spoke, he moved his stool and moved closer to Han Nuowei, "Kaidong, I have something to ask you." ”

Han Nuowei stopped what he was doing, took off his mask, and looked at Gothissa with a serious face.

"That piece of material, you helped Maung Sheng hide it, right?" Gothissa stared at Han Nuowei.

Han Nuowei smiled: "I didn't do it right, and it really has nothing to do with Maung Sheng." ”

Gothissa took out a cigarette and handed it to Han Nuowei, who shook his head: "I don't smoke. ”

Gothissa was not reluctant, he lit his cigarette and took a sharp puff before saying, "Kaidon, you can't fool me. Maung Sheng came to me before and wanted to advance more wages, but he had a younger brother to support, and he always said that he was short of money. As he spoke, he took a few more puffs, "But I know that hiding it in your mouth must be your idea." ”

Han Nuowei was noncommittal, he bent down and gently waved his hand to drive away the mosquitoes on his legs.

Gothisa didn't get angry, just squinted at Han Nuowei: "This kind of thing, don't take it as an example, you are not a newcomer, you should know the rules." ”

Han Nuowei replied solemnly: "I promise, there will be no next time." ”

Gothissa stood up and patted Han Nuowei on the shoulder, "That's good." Young man, follow me and do a good job, you have a great future. ”

Han Nuowei showed a humble smile: "I'm so happy that you said that, so I'll continue to work?"

Gottissa nodded, he took two steps, as if remembering something, and then turned back and said, "By the way, Kaidon, you can help me run an errand in a few days." ”

Han Nuowei was very happy in his heart, but he still restrained his emotions and didn't show it: "It's not far? If it's too far, it's a little hot to run errands this day." ”

Gothissa frowned: "Pick and choose, if you don't go, I'll call someone else." ”

Han Nuowei smiled: "Gothisa, I'm joking, I happen to have very sore eyes these days, and I want to take a break." ”

Gothissa took the last puff and stepped on the cigarette butt: "Okay, you go to Mandalay first and help me deliver the goods." When you're done, give me back the car and rest at home for two days. ”

When Han Nuowei heard Mandalay's name, his heart moved, and his eyes rolled: "But I can't drive." ”

Gothissa was a little impatient: "Hurry up and learn, men can't drive like anything." He took out the car keys and threw them in front of Han Nuowei, "Give you two days, and if you can't learn, I'll call someone else." ”

Han Nuowei had long wanted to find an opportunity to learn to drive, and this sentence hit him.

However, when Han Nowei drove around the streets of Mandalay two days later, he felt deeply lost.

Mo Aogu only said that the coordinates were in Mandalay's Tai Zhuang East Pavilion District, although the East Pavilion was not large, but he had no clue. He had already finished delivering the goods to Gothissa, and he could only stop in Mandalay for a day at most, but seeing that most of the day had passed, he didn't find anything in the East Pavilion that could indicate the coordinates. He found an Internet café and searched the Internet for a while, but still found nothing.

Han Nuowei walked out of the Internet café and leaned against the car door in a daze, he thought back to the conversation with Mo Aogu in the gray prison, imagining what he would do if it were Mo Aogu.

Han Nuowei thought of one thing, since the password was written by his great-grandfather, it means that the pointing object of the coordinates existed at least in the time when his great-grandfather lived. He remembered that Mo Aogu had said that in 1948 there were only two people left in the family left, so it can be deduced that his great-grandfather wrote the password before 1948. What was it that existed before 1948 and hasn't disappeared since 1948?

Thinking of this, Han Nuowei returned to the Internet café, he searched for a long time, and finally found a temple called Xiaojin Temple. Built in 1884, the temple is the oldest surviving building in the East Pavilion. There are many people who believe in Buddhism in Myanmar, and Buddhist temples are often not easily damaged and can withstand the changes of time.

Han Nuowei had the mentality of trying his luck and stepped into the Xiaojin Temple.

The Little Shwedon Temple is a typical Burmese temple with a single pagoda with a conical upper part and a square lower half. Countless devotees come to the East Pavilion to pay homage to this golden pagoda. On either side of the golden stupa, there is a smaller golden stupa of similar shape. The golden pagoda in the middle is divided into nine layers, and the outer walls of each floor are carved with exquisite Buddha statues and Buddha shrines.

Under the shrine, there are multiple layers of lotus petals, and under the lotus petals are realistic peacock reliefs. In the eyes of the Burmese people, the peacock represents nobility and purity, and is best used for temple decoration.

The two symmetrical small golden stupas are hung with many small bells, which will sway in the wind when the wind blows, making a crisp sound, as if the gods and Buddhas are responding to the call of good men and women. Whenever the sound of the bell rang, the faces of the surrounding cultists would show expressions of calm and relief.

Han Nuowei took a closer look, and even the stone lion statue in the Xiaojin Temple took a closer look. Fearing to arouse the displeasure of the congregation, he tried to maintain a gentle posture and a solemn expression, but he soon found that there was no need to work so hard. Because the congregants were all worshipping with all their hearts, no one paid attention to him at all.

Han Nuowei looked at a Bodhi tree in the courtyard of Xiaojin Temple, and the mottled bark proved that the tree was quite old. Han Nuowei slowly walked under the tree, just now he was in a hurry, he sweated a lot, but at this moment he finally felt a little cooler under the tree, and people were not so anxious. It occurred to him that the word "Bodhi" is a transliteration of the Sanskrit word Bodhi, which means enlightenment, wisdom.

"Under Bodhi, people's hearts are like chaotic vines. Han Nuowei sarcastically said to himself in his heart.

Han Nuo only guessed that the clue was in the temple, but he eventually had to give up the idea. In fact, Xiaojin Temple has been renovated and renovated, and it is not suitable for hiding clues because it is crowded with people all year round.

Han Nuowei slowly walked out of the Xiaojin Temple and looked at the sky. He had to get back to Myitkyina before dark, or Gorthisa would lose his temper and wouldn't let him out on an errand next time.

Just when Han Nuowei was about to despair, he saw a small shop across the street from Xiaojin Temple. The tiles on the exterior wall are no longer visible in their original color, apparently quite a few years old, and there is a sign hanging in front of the store, which has been weathered by wind and rain, and the words drawn on it are difficult to read.

Han Nuowei crossed the street and pushed open the door of the store.

It is in the afternoon that the light in the small shop is very soft, which also makes the decoration of the store more traces of time. There is a circle of counters with amber carvings, mostly of Bodhisattvas and Arhats, and a statue of Buddha is placed in a south-facing position.

After Han Nuowei looked around, he shouted: "Boss, is there anyone?" He waited for a while before a person slowly stood up under the counter, it turned out to be a hunchbacked old man, dozing off on the recliner in the counter. He said lazily, "What's the catch?"

The old man's attitude was so lazy that he was not in a hurry to solicit customers, and Han Nuowei understood that this meant that this shop, which was opened opposite the Xiaojin Temple, should have a good business.

Han Nuowei smiled kindly: "I'll take a look first." ”

The old man lay back: "Then you can do whatever you want." ”

Han Nuowei saw that the old man was not interested in talking, so he stopped bothering him, he walked slowly around the store for a while, and then paced to the door of the store, when he noticed a tattered yellow pages telephone book.

Han Nuowei had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and when he just crossed the street, he noticed that the house number posted on the outer wall of the small shop was No. 47, and the number at the entrance of the Xiaojin Temple was No. 48. When he was looking up information at an Internet café, he saw that the last time Mandalay renumbered the streets of Dong Ge was in 1942 when Japan occupied Burma. Could it be that this store has been open for at least sixty-nine years?

He restrained his excitement, turned his head and asked the old man, "Do you have a phone at home?"

The old man's voice was obviously displeased: "There is a phone booth outside, go outside to call." ”

Han Nuowei softened his tone and asked politely, "I'm sorry, I'm asking for your phone number of this store." That's right, I don't have a good memory, I'm afraid I won't find it next time I come back, so I'll find some if I have a phone. I can also bring a friend over to see what's in your store. ”

Although the old man didn't believe him very much, he slowly rummaged through the counter and found a business card for him.

Han Nuowei took it with both hands, and the phone number on it was: 65702. Han Nuowei looked at it a few times, memorized the number, and then said politely to the old man: "Old man, I think your number is good, did you buy it specially?"

Only then did the old man smile: "The young man has a good eye, this number is very good, this is the earliest batch of numbers in the East Pavilion, my father applied for it with great difficulty." Later, many people wanted to buy it, but he didn't sell it!"

Han Nuowei smiled slightly: "Ling Zun really has a good vision, the land he chose is very good, and his phone number is also good, I wish you a prosperous business! I still have something to do, so I won't bother." ”

Han Nuowei threw away the business card after walking out of the door, and as he walked, he thought about it, according to the code he had obtained, combined with the sea area of the Cotton wreck, the accuracy of the coordinates should be accurate to six decimal places. And this store, which has been open for more than half a century, has only five digits in phone number, which is not right.

Han Nuowei thought about it while driving: Is there something wrong with his train of thought? He thought about it carefully again, and felt that there could be no such coincidence in the world: In the East Pavilion of Mandalay, Myanmar, where the amber pattern points to, there happened to be an amber shop that had been open for more than half a century, and used a telephone number that had been open for more than half a century.

"Hey!" Han Nuowei suddenly patted his head, he really got into a dead end, and he actually forgot one thing, if he called this store in a foreign country, wouldn't he have to add the area code? He parked the car on the side of the road and quickly found another Internet café.

The machine in this Internet café is very old, and the response is very slow, and Han Nuowei feels that he used it better than this in high school. He suddenly thought that Mo Aogu had complained that Sun Danqiu's computer was simply tattered, and his heart suddenly tingled. During this time, in front of everyone, he tried to maintain a happy and positive outlook, not thinking about the sad past, but these things were always in the shadow, always inadvertently disrupting his breathing.

Finally opened the webpage, Han Nuowei began to check, Mandalay's area code is 2, Myanmar's international code is 95. 295, Han Nuowei silently read it, and then typed in the coordinate box of the satellite map: 11.285437, 65.702295.

The cursor spun and spun and jumped to the Arabian Sea.

No, Han Nuowei tried to enter 11.285437, 29.565702 again.

This time, he jumped to Sudan, a vast landmass.

Han Nuo only patted his head: I am so stupid! When calling, I have to dial the country code first, so instead of 295, it should be 952.

He typed on the map: 11.285437, 95.265702.

The mouse pointer turned for a long time, and the cursor flashed, and it jumped to a blue area.

Han Nuowei gasped: The place where this set of coordinates points is in the eastern part of the Andaman Sea, not far from Myanmar!

He immediately remembered the amber shipwreck that Mo Aogu had told him, and his heart was stirred. Han Nuowei looked around, they were all people immersed in the virtual world, and no one noticed him in the corner.

He slowly calmed down. He had never been to sea before, so it was unrealistic to learn to dive temporarily, and, if it was true that Mo Aogu said, he could not take eight large boxes of amber out of the water alone.

His entire savings now are only a few hundred dollars, and even if he borrows from Maung Sheng, he can get a few thousand dollars at most. And he has to learn to dive, rent equipment, rent a boat, and he doesn't know how long it will take to salvage, and everything will cost a lot of money.

Why don't you go to Gothissa to advance his salary? Han Nuowei immediately rejected this idea, Maung Sheng was an "old" person, and Gothissa refused to help him, let alone him, a newcomer.

Do you want to continue working to save money?

Han Nuowei shook his head, he didn't know how much money it would cost to salvage the treasure. Moreover, his salary is not high, and this salvage fund will be saved until the Year of the Monkey.

Han Nuowei couldn't think of a good way for a while, so he closed the webpage in a distraught and prepared to go back. That's when a pop-up window caught his eye, a new piece of news announcing personnel changes in the State Peace and Development Council of the Union of Myanmar. Han Nuowei looked at the abbreviation of the huge SPDC on the website, and a bold plan suddenly came to his mind.