Zhou Hao, who left the place of the shootout, did not go too far, and after turning over a few ridges, he directly entered a small cave, which was a medium-sized jade ore vein. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When he was looking for medicinal herbs a few days ago, a ribbon of various lights suddenly appeared in Zhou Hao's consciousness.

This discovery actually made Zhou Hao step on the air, and slipped more than ten meters from the middle of the mountain, making him embarrassed. But Zhou Hao didn't care anymore, because his inheritance told him that a spirit stone vein had been discovered by him.

This is not a sporadic jade seized from drug dealers or smugglers, but a medium-sized spiritual stone mine with a height of more than 20 meters, a width of more than 600 meters, and the main vein stretches for several thousand meters.

It was also after seeing this that Zhou Hao realized that the information he found on the Internet was wrong.

It was said on the Internet that Myanmar's jadeite resources were on the verge of depletion, and the current distribution map of Myanmar's jadeite mining areas was posted.

Zhou Hao also always thought that there was no need for him to look for mines anymore. Zhou Hao, a mine with a master, is really embarrassed to steal or rob, and it is not easy to dig out some stones to make money, and there are no jade mines in other places.

Therefore, in Zhou Hao's mind, he could only get some spirit stones from the drug dealer's personal collection in case of urgent need. But Zhou Hao's current location doesn't belong to any mining area, but a large jade vein clearly appears in his divine consciousness.

Doesn't this thing grow its own legs, can it find a good place to hide from anyone else?

For this reason, Zhou Hao deliberately went to the Jade Exchange in Myanmar, stuffed an old expert with a few kilometers of gold and invited him to have a big meal to learn the truth.

Myanmar's mining areas are actually mainly distributed in a total area of about 3,000 square kilometers, of which about 400 square kilometers are now mined, and there are still large areas that are not mined. The reason why Myanmar's jadeite resources are depleted is actually because the mining areas with relatively low mining costs are on the verge of depletion.

The initial development of more than 400 square kilometers of ore veins is basically flat or gentle slope, mining here, low input and high output, even local farmers can resist a few hoes to mine, if you don't get a stone overnight.

Among them, the most famous and earliest excavation is the upper reaches of the Wulong River in the northwest of Menggong in northern Myanmar, which is about 250 kilometers long, 15 kilometers wide, and covers an area of more than 3,000 square kilometers.

In addition to these areas, the remaining veins are located in the mountains. The towering mountains of several thousand meters have become the biggest obstacle to the excavation of these jadeites, so the Burmese can only look at the huge wealth below the mountains but cannot grab it.

Because the cost of blasting these huge mountains apart and then determining if there are veins under the mountains is enough to bankrupt any jade merchant. So for a long time, although there were many people digging jadeite, they were all digging in a relatively fixed area.

What's more, with the progress of science and technology and the accumulation of mining capital, mine owners have been able to dig deeper in the original mining place, mainly because the earliest was to use manual and simple machinery, only to dig 30 meters underground, but now can be used to dig to a depth of 110 meters with imported machinery, maybe after the progress of mining technology, the old mine can be rejuvenated again. I can't afford to gamble on the ethereal new mine.

And the last sentence of the old expert made Zhou Hao realize that everyone in this world has their noble side.

The old expert rubbed a thick wad of rice bills in his hand, and took the time to tease the waiter of the restaurant where they ate, but said in his mouth: "We must always leave some capital to future generations, and we can't dig up the roots in one go!" ”

Zhou Hao, an expert in old Burma, didn't care, even if he stayed, it wasn't for my children and grandchildren. This is Zhou Hao's very simple concept, and it is also the basic logic of his running to Myanmar to do things.

In the past few days, Zhou Hao has been digging on this vein. At first, he was very simple and used a pickaxe to crack the rocks little by little, and later it turned into using witchcraft to refine mud and stone.

As for now, Zhou Hao's efficiency is estimated to make all the mining kings in this world ashamed to the point of suicide.

In the depths of the mine, Zhou Hao held Xiao Ding in his hand, and his divine consciousness sent out a strong jade vein not far away, and a cloud of jade emitted all kinds of light in Zhou Hao's divine sense, this should be the last bit of jade in Zhou Hao's detection range.

With a slight pause, a deep hole suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Hao's eyes, and in the small tripod in his hand, a meteor shower fell, and soon the mountain-high jadeite and other associated metals that had been stacked according to the attribute classification were piled up.

Carefully take out the jadeite from the small tripod and put it into the space. Several mountains of colored stones have been piled up in the space.

In the past few days, Zhou Hao's greatest pleasure is to take a few glances at the stone mountains formed by the accumulation of spirit stones of various attributes. In particular, there are several Spatial Stones, which are materials for refining storage space.

"Hehe, developed! Do you want to continue to find a few mines to dig here? ”

Zhou Hao whistled lightly, took out a medicine basket and put it on his back, turned his head and fled to the big sx.

When Zhou Hao returned to a small mountain village next to Mengyang Town, where he temporarily lived, it was less than three o'clock at this time, and it was still early.

This small border mountain village has a unique seclusion, but also a unique fierceness. There is no intrigue or conflict of interest here. Every family is like a family, although there will be a family of owners and westerners, but here has been repeated every day for hundreds of years, and these noises are just to bring some fun to this closed place.

During this time, Zhou Haozai lived here. Every day, he went into the mountains to collect medicine, hunted when he found a target, and when he returned to the village, he cultivated and wrote his own pharmacopoeia.

Under the simple trick of confusing minds, the police and the people of the night in Burma did not pay attention to his existence at all, as if this person had lived here since he was a child. In fact, he has only been here for less than half a month.

The people here couldn't have imagined that the harmless young pharmacist in front of him, who was concentrating on collecting herbal information, was actually a ghost gunman who had made the border area nervous for more than two months.

Zhou Hao stayed here, not just because he liked the tranquility here. There is another reason - there is a descendant of an ancient Miao doctor.

After the old man who occasionally came to visit the door saw the thick pharmacopoeia written by Zhou Hao, he took the initiative to tell Zhou Hao a lot of the usage of herbs, as well as various legends in the mountains that have been handed down from generation to generation, especially the strange plants and the approximate location. And according to these legends, Zhou Hao's subtle divine sense, he will gain something every day.

With the increase in communication between the two, Zhou Hao simply couldn't stop. The old man was simply a living mountain museum, and Zhou Hao felt that he had simply dug up a rich treasure, and this treasure also had its own explanation.

Zhou Hao simply stayed, preferring to walk dozens of kilometers more mountain roads.

Back in the village, Zhou Hao walked easily on the only stone road in the village, and not far away was the bamboo building where he was alone. While greeting familiar people, while thinking about what to do tonight to treat yourself,

This kind of cozy, laid-back days make him enjoy it.

There is another harvest in these days, maybe Zhou Hao is more confident after the growth of cultivation, or maybe the frequent contact with simple villagers makes Zhou Hao feel the most simple care, Zhou Hao's fear of seeing strangers has gradually disappeared, although he still doesn't like to see strangers, but at least he doesn't want to avoid strangers.

At this time, in a hotel in Yangon, Wu Zimo stretched a long lazy waist.

Of the three shareholders of the brother company, one hid in Miaojiang to study the lost herbs, and the other went to Africa to help the company solve the supply of raw materials, and he was left with an independent support.

Fortunately, the team of professional managers recruited by Zhou Hao is indeed worthy of their salaries and Zhou Hao's eyes.

All the company's affairs are going very smoothly, some time ago Wu Zimo sat in the headquarters, and exchanged their opinions and opinions with the executives every day, and then learned to make the most beneficial choice for the company.

Finally freed up, Wu Zimo finally had time to deal with his investment in the company. In particular, Yangon, an agricultural company, is doing well and is preparing to go public, so it needs Wu Zimo to come over and sign a batch of documents.

Moving his shoulders, which had been a little sore from sitting for a long time, he slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains.

On a June afternoon in Myanmar, the sun was almost direct, and there was a dazzling white light shining outside, but the blue sky and clouds outside the window made Wu Zimo sit directly on the small sofa in front of the window.

Inadvertently, a dazzling light flickered in the opposite building.

Wu Zimo just squinted his eyes, and suddenly a creepy feeling rushed from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

"Sniper!"

He jerked straight to the side, swinging his head hard.

It's a pity that Wu Zimo's action was half a step late, and a small hole suddenly appeared in the window of his hotel room, and at the same time, a blood arrow painted the entire floor-to-ceiling window red.

Hearing the gunshots, the guards who had been in the other room of the suite rushed out.

I just saw that Wu Zimo had just fallen to the ground, and blood was still gushing from his abdomen.