Zeng Gong looked at the stall owner with some horror, and the outline of the Asians was somewhat similar, and it could be seen that he had a very strong Indian blood, but this was not the reason for his conscience, because they parted ways with the Chinese as an advance army to open up the New World tens of thousands of years ago, and they were not relatives by blood.

"Why do you think I have a big conscience and tell you the truth?" the stall owner glanced at Zeng Gong and sneered.

Hehe, the peach and plum are self-explanatory.

"Stupid, anyone who knows a little old French can understand this diary, as long as this person is well-informed or not lucky, he will know that this diary is useless, and besides, how can someone who knows old French be ill-informed, of course, if you insist on buying it, then ten thousand dollars, not a penny. The stall owner said with a gloomy face.

Eh, Zeng Gong scratched his head in embarrassment, this stall owner is too intimidating.

"I tell you, the treasure location of this diary is in the territory of Qinglian Ranch, the largest contiguous private ranch in the United States, which is really related to you Chinese, I hope you know that Chinese guy, maybe he can share the treasure with you." The stall owner said coldly, especially for the ranchers in the west, who used to be their hometown.

Qinglian Ranch?Zeng Gong's heart moved.

"Can it be cheaper, I didn't bring that much cash. Picking up the notebook, carefully flipping through a few pages, he asked nonchalantly.

"I have a POS machine here. As he spoke, the stall owner pulled out an old POS machine from a pile of rags.

Well, this can't be enjoyable anymore.

"Then boss, are you so sure that the location is in the territory of Qinglian Ranch?" 10,000 US dollars is not much, but he is really a little unwilling.

"Lao Tzu is a Crow. The stall owner said fiercely.

According to legend, the Crow tribe lived along the Yellowstone River Valley before, and even the Qinglian Ranch used to be their territory, because of the invasion of Europeans, now they can only live in the reserve, this is the history of humiliation of the Indians, but also the history of blood and tears, no wonder people do not have a good face.

"Then the deal. Zeng Gong said with a smile.

After swiping the card, the stall owner's face is better, and sometimes money is higher than faith in the society of Lao Mei.

"Young man, let me remind you that Qinglian Ranch is not easy to mess with, it is said that they have hired a lot of retired special forces, and none of the people who secretly entered Qinglian Ranch were able to come out. "With the green knife in hand, the stall owner is naturally talkative.

"Oh?" Zeng Gong was interested, but he didn't expect that this stall owner was not an ordinary person.

"I'm the son of the chief of the Kro tribe, so of course I know a little more. The stall owner said calmly.

Well, Zeng Gong was convinced, but he didn't expect to meet nobles here.

Don't underestimate the Indians, although they are still living in tribal gatherings, but they are also advancing with the times, and have a lot of land, there is no shortage of money, and now they are also involved in all aspects of the United States, and the current president is the first president to be accepted by the Indian tribe.

So, don't underestimate these natives, don't underestimate them.

"Boss, you have a lot of good things here. Zeng Gong suddenly found that there were a lot of good things in this Indian brother's stall, of course, the most were Indian handicrafts, and many people liked this tune.

"It's all old stuff from home. The stall owner suddenly blushed and spoke a little weakly.

Zeng Gong doesn't think he's telling the truth, of course no one will care about this, Indians have their own right to self-government, federal laws can't control it, Zeng Gong won't bother with this, even if it's stolen goods, he can wash them white, and buy them if he likes.

"This crystal plate is good, I want it. Zeng Gong suddenly found that in the mess, there was a stereotype of amethyst texture, and said playfully.

"200,000 US dollars, not a penny less. The stall owner glanced at the crystal stereotype in Zeng Gong's hand, and directly opened his mouth.

"Keep it for yourself, then. Zeng Gong shook his head and directly put the crystal stereotype aside.

"Well, sir, it's a piece of carving art from the Mayan civilization, you see how beautiful this craftsmanship is, even the best craftsmen in our tribe can't do this, 200,000 dollars is definitely worth it. The stall owner was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Zeng Gong to bargain, and immediately agitated for a three-inch tongue.

Believe in you to have ghosts.

"Do you think that a people who have not entered the civilization of bronze and iron can be competent in the project of carving crystal, do not mention any crystal skulls to me, it has now been confirmed that it is nothing more than a hoax, and many crystal skulls in the great museums of England and France have been proved to be forged later. Zeng Gong pursed his lips, disdainful of the stall owner's deception.

"This..." The stall owner was speechless for a moment.

"Your crystal stereotype looks exquisite, and the material is crystal, I think 2,000 dollars is quite suitable. "It is advisable to chase the poor man with the remaining bravery, Zeng Gong doesn't want this stall owner to be aware.

"God, sir, are you joking?" said the stall owner indignantly.

The objects brought out of the tribe, all of which were collected by his dead ghost father and the previous generations, how could they be compared to the garbage goods.

"I'm serious, although your crystal carving looks exquisite, but it is inevitable that there are traces of mechanical processing, it is worth it as a handicraft collection, two thousand dollars is already a lot. Zeng Gong responded seriously.

"Machining. The stall owner was so hung that he was choked to death by a mouthful of old blood, and his eyes widened and said: "Is this an antiquity good or not, but it is an orderly thing in our tribe." ”

"Man, don't get excited, I see what you mean, there were machining machines a hundred years ago. Zeng Gong did not show weakness and glared back.

"A hundred and ten years ago, it was an antique, and you bought it for two thousand dollars?" The stall owner's eyes lit up, and he looked at Zeng Gong with some incredulity.

"Man, you have to figure it out, machined things don't have artistic value, the rigid lines have already greatly discounted this crystal, two thousand dollars is already the highest price I can offer, if you are not satisfied, then I can only give up." Zeng Gong shook his head and prepared to get up and leave.

"Don't, don't, man, can't you bid more?" the stall owner hurriedly stopped Zeng Gong and said hopefully.

To be honest, he has been laying out this thing for a long time, and many people don't bother to pay attention to it after seeing it, and they don't even bother to pay for it.

"Two thousand dollars, not a penny. Zeng Gong stretched out two fingers and said solemnly.

"Well, you win, man. The stall owner quickly took out a packaging box to help Zeng Gong wrap it, and then swiped the card.

The money and goods were gone, and Zeng Gong was ready to leave.

"Wait a minute, lad. ”