Chapter 133: Emerald

Ling Moyu was very familiar with Damascus, and they stayed in a hotel in a safe area, which was not damaged even at the height of the fighting.

After settling down, Ling Moyu himself went out to walk around the street first, and saw that the once devastated street had now been renovated, and the people on the street did not have the fear and nervousness of the past, and their pace was obviously much slower.

Ling Moyu is also quite familiar with the black market, the days when he fought in Suriston were the time when supplies were most scarce, although the supply of necessities for the army could still be guaranteed, but some daily necessities could not be taken care of.

Sometimes Ling Moyu still has to go through the black market in order to buy some personal items, such as the headphones he used to listen to music at that time, which were bought from the black market at a price 10 times higher than the market price.

The existence of the black market in Damascus is objectively a stabilizer to ensure the supply of the Damascus market, supplementing the shortage of materials through formal channels.

Especially for cultural relics, the Suriston government has no time to take care of it, the so-called troubled gold, prosperous collection, Suriston who still preserves cultural relics in this chaos. Since the beginning of the civil war in Suriston, antiquities smugglers from all over the world have gathered in Damascus to make a fortune.

One of the key points of extremist attacks on cities is museums, looting valuable cultural relics inside, smashing those that cannot be taken away, and selling many cultural relics to the black market for military expenses. Although the situation has now stabilized, the government still has a lot to do, and the black market is still active.

Ling Moyu came to a black market that he used to frequent, the appearance of this place had not changed, and several small shop owners recognized him and greeted him in a friendly manner.

Ling Moyu greeted them with a smile and walked over, looking at their goods, intentionally or unintentionally, picking them up and taking a look, and buying a Damascus knife.

"Do you have artifacts for sale here?" Ling Moyu asked.

"I don't have that thing, I only sell daily necessities, if you want to buy cultural relics, go further inside and see a person with a red roof at the door. He is my brother who specializes in reselling antiquities, and I heard that he has recently acquired a batch of antiquities older than the Babylonian period, if you are interested, you can check them out. The peddler said.

Ling Moyu looked into the distance, and sure enough, he saw a red roof, so he said goodbye to the vendor and walked inside.

Coming to the stall with a red roof, Ling Moyu noticed that there were no cultural relics on the shelves of the store, they were all local handicrafts, and the workmanship was not bad, all of them were modern.

A lean man with a sparse beard and a slick look in his eyes walked out, "What do you need?" The man smiled professionally, which made people tired.

"These crafts of yours are good, but unfortunately they are not distinctive." Ling Moyu's eyes were browsing around.

"What do you want?" The man asked.

"Is there anything that's old?" Ling Moyu asked, he felt that this was a black market, and directly said that the cultural relics were not good.

"You mean cultural relics, I have them from any period." The man said very bluntly.

It was so direct, there was no concealment at all, which made Ling Moyu a little embarrassed, "Is there a Babylonian period, or earlier?" Ling Moyu asked.

"Yes, you're in luck, you just arrived yesterday with a batch of ancient Babylonian stuff, you need to come in with me." The man said and let him into the house.

Ling Moyu followed him to the house, and entered the inner room, which was very different from the outside, the shelves around the room were full of all kinds of strange cultural relics, all historical periods in the Middle East, and all countries.

Ling Moyu looked carefully to see if there were any items with cuneiform characters on them, or more strange ones, the older things were mostly pottery, and there were also some glass products.

Ling Moyu finally found a clay tablet book, but when he looked closely, it was all about agriculture and the weather, and it was very different from what he was looking for.

"What do you want? I'll help you find it. The man said.

"I'm looking for artifacts engraved with the words of ancient Babylonian legends, I don't know if you have them." Ling Moyu said.

"You can be regarded as here, I haven't shown anyone else the artifact I just collected, I'll get it for you." As he spoke, he lifted the floor and pulled out a clay pot from a pit in the ground, covered in cuneiform script.

Ling Moyu was also an expert in half of the Sumo culture, and he really hadn't seen a situation where cuneiform characters were written all over the clay pot, so he picked it up and looked at it with disbelief.

He knows that the history and level of counterfeiting of cultural relics in the Middle East have a long history and a very high level, but it is almost meaningless to fool people with an obviously fake thing like this.

The cuneiform script is true, but the content is all made up, that is, the Christian legend of God's creation of man is reinvented.

Ling Moyu looked at it and put it down, the man also introduced it hard, it was not easy for him to spend a lot of money to get it, and cultural relics like this are the most sought-after in the world.

Ling Moyu's eyes had already moved away from the clay pot, and at this time, he found that the man was wearing a ring on the ring finger of his right hand, which was inlaid with an emerald, which aroused his interest.

"You've got a good ring! Where did you get it, what kind of material? Ling Moyu asked casually.

"Okay, are you interested?" As he spoke, he took the ring off.

Ling Moyu picked up the ring and looked at it carefully, yes, this emerald is the same material as the big jade and jade ball seen in Ise, maybe this is also a locator.

"It's a fine emerald, I don't usually sell it, but if you like it, I can still consider it." The man climbed down the pole.

"It's not like an emerald, it's just about the same color as an emerald." Ling Moyu took the ring and looked back and forth.

"This gemstone has better color than emeralds, is harder than emeralds, and transmits more light." The man said.

Of course, Ling Moyu knew that this gem was more valuable, but what he wanted to know was how this gem was obtained and where it was located.

"It's a pity that no one knows the goods now, even if it's more valuable, it's useless, if you can tell me where I got this gem from, I'll ......" Ling Moyu said Ling Moyu took out a wad of dollars from his pocket and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Well, I'm only responsible for selling goods, and I really don't know how it came about." The man swallowed and said that due to several years of war, Suriston's national currency had depreciated very badly, and the dollar was the most popular currency.

"So that's the case, then there's nothing I can do." As he spoke, he put away his dollars and walked out.