Chapter XXII

In the early spring of 1937, the snow and ice melted. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Mike's father came to China for the first time. Last time, Old Mike almost entered China, but he was detained by customs because of an incident at the port. So this time, Old Mike really came to China. The North of China.

In the Jilin region in the north, Mike relied on the business methods of the time to open up the commercial channels in that region in just two months.

"I'm so sorry to say that." "My father heard the news and was trying to deliver a shipment of goods from China to our country," Mike said. And then make a lot of money from it. ”

When Mike said "a shipment", I naturally thought of what it was.

Cultural relic. To put it bluntly, it's an antique.

For antiques, which are buried in the soil, there is a saying that antiques are gold in prosperous times. And at that time, the friction between China and Japan had already begun to take shape. So the antiques business at that time fell almost to unimaginable proportions. It was at that time that Old Mac came to China with a few of his men, trying to take advantage of the fact that the antiques were worthless at that time and resell a batch back to China.

Although China was in turmoil, its own country was very peaceful at that time. Moreover, those wealthy businessmen in China almost have a fanatical pursuit of Chinese antiques and cultural relics. If you can successfully handle a batch of cultural relics and return home, then your situation at that time will be solved immediately. Old Mike will no longer be pursued by the Morrow family.

The reason why Old Mac chose to buy cultural relics in Jilin was that Michael did not elaborate on it with me. Just told a story about what happened at the time. This incident can almost be said to be the main reason why the young Mike came to China and then had to go to great lengths to find those two things. And this incident also allowed De Mike to discover the secret of my hometown uncle and second uncle.

When Old Mac opened the receiving channel in Jilin at that time, he almost scattered all the property he brought with him at that time. But although the channel was opened, no so-called cultural relics were transported for a while.

At that time, Old Mike only thought that his credibility was not enough, and the Chinese in that area still could not fully believe in themselves. So he sent another telegram back to China, gritted his teeth and borrowed a large sum of money from the Moro family. And what Old Mac used as collateral at that time was something that the Morrow family had never seen before. And this thing, even the current Mike has never seen. However, it is said that this thing is almost the lifeblood of China.

Heirloom jade seal? My eyes widened. The heart says no, right? How could this thing end up in the hands of their family? (The jade seal of the country, the material used is taken from the Heshi Bi.) The imperial seal passed down from emperor to emperor after Qin was engraved by the order of Qin Shi Huang. Its square circle is four inches, on the new hand over five dragons, the front is engraved with the eight seal characters of Li Si's book "Ordered by the sky, both longevity and Yongchang", which is used as a token of "imperial power and divine authority, orthodoxy and legitimacy". ）

"I don't know what that thing is." Mike shook his head. "But that thing is said to have a particularly magical function. It can see through the two worlds of life and death, and communicate yin and yang. And most importantly, he is also able to summon ghost soldiers from Hell. ”

The most Westerners, the so-called "ghosts" in the East, are what they call ghosts. But isn't that a bit of? I have also heard a lot of legends about the jade seal of the country, and naturally there are some people who have eaten too much to add fuel and vinegar to the boasting. But no matter how much you blow it, it's just that the person who gets the jade seal will have the appearance of an emperor and be able to prolong his life and dominate the world. I thought this was probably the most I'd ever heard. I didn't expect there to be even more nonsense.

"You mean being able to summon dead soldiers?" I asked. The production of the jade seal of the country will certainly not be peaceful. Just imagine, it was the dynasty of Qin Shi Huang at that time. Who was Qin Shi Huang? Damn, God knows how many people died in the six kingdoms. Coupled with Emperor Qin's desire for immortality at that time. Naturally, it is indispensable to have some lighter alchemists to come and refine the elixir of immortality.

Well, that's all I can think about. In association, it may be even more nonsense. But then again, as a man in power, Qin Shi Huang certainly wanted his regime to last forever. Therefore, it is not impossible for the heirloom jade seal produced at that time to lie that it has extraordinary abilities.

"No, no, no," Mike looked at me in disbelief and shook his head, "Mr. Xiaowei, you listen to me." None of this is fake. I read it from my father's travelogue. My father doesn't record how he got it, but he does have a clear record of seeing the people who used it summon countless soldiers from hell from underground. Mike frowned, as if trying to remember something.

"My father's travelogue describes it in great detail. But I don't remember the specifics very clearly. All I remember was the soldiers from Hell, all wearing ancient armor and holding long wooden spears or rusty knives. Moreover, they all had a very, very eager expression on their faces to kill. ”

Mike is a foreigner and is not particularly good at translating between Chinese and Western languages. It can only be translated like this. Still, I could hear something in his words. First of all, this heirloom jade seal was not obtained by old Mike by accident. He just saw that someone was using it, and then it was possible that he had a bad intention, killed that person and got the jade seal. But then again, who is using that heirloom jade seal? Secondly, the jade seal of the country will really be so good. Force? Can you really summon a soldier who has died? Is that an exaggeration? Finally, as a businessman, I need to keep a heart that is always suspicious of the other party. It's possible that Mike made it up to deceive me.

Mike didn't seem particularly concerned about what I was thinking, and went on to say:

The Morrow family had learned about it (Mike, though he didn't say what it was, but I could now conclude that it was a national jade seal. So next, I will directly talk about the jade seal of the country. After sending a person to China to meet with Old Mike, after confirming that it was really a national jade seal, he then asked Old Mike to demonstrate how to use it correctly.

But then it was embarrassing. The heirloom jade seal is not one of those things in Western mythology, which can be used by a "sesame open door". Old Mike didn't figure out how to turn on the jade seal when he got it. So after doing it for a long time, the jade seal was still lying in his hand without any movement.

However, despite this, because of the extraordinary significance of this jade seal, the Moro family agreed to buy it back at two-thirds of the pre-paid price.

Although the money I got was not as much as I imagined, at least I had some capital. Old Mike began to continue to open up the various joints of the channel.

After this batch of funds was almost used up, this channel finally ushered in the first batch of goods.

This is a batch of things that cannot be dated or used. And these things have all kinds of strange shapes. It's not even a relic, it's more like a stone dug out of the ground.

"Those things were made of pig iron." Mike said. "My father didn't know what it was. However, the people who brought it repeatedly emphasized that it was more valuable than gold of the same quality. ”

"Pig iron, gold? Damn, what's with what? I asked.

"That's what those people said." Mike said. My father was skeptical. However, it was later decided to buy this batch of goods. Mike said. It's just that my father offered a very low price. It is equivalent to the price at which China now buys scrap iron. ”

Three cents? I was stunned. Damn, this fuck, can you still buy and sell by catty?

Mike ignored me and continued, "Those people were very unhappy at the time. But they seem to know that China is about to go to war. I was also anxious to need a sum of money to escape. So in desperation, they had no choice but to sell a batch of things to my father. ”

"And then? What's the use of those things? Or, what did your father do with those things in the end? I asked.

Mike shook his head, "I don't know about that. Although my father's travelogue was written in a thick book, many key places in it were artificially torn up. What I saw was an incomplete travelogue. ”

I said "oh", and said in my heart that with the wisdom of the Chinese, maybe it was really a few farmers who dug iron ore at that time to take a few pieces of pig iron ore to bully your old man. You stupid. Forced, I don't know if I've been cheated by others.

"Later," Mike continued. "After all, this is the first batch of artifacts. My father shipped it back to China himself and found a buyer. Mike paused as he said this, and looked at me with a strange expression: "Mr. Xiao Wei, guess what price that batch of things sold for?" ”

I was stunned, and said in my heart that it was just a batch of pig iron ore, can you still sell copper at a price? So I asked him, "Four cents a pound?" ”

Mike shook his head: "Five thousand dollars a piece." ”

"What?" I thought I had misheard, and subconsciously asked again: "Five thousand dollars, one piece?" ”

Mike nodded, "Yes." No matter how big or small, no matter if it's completely damaged. It was all five thousand dollars a piece -- my father was making nearly a hundred thousand dollars from this batch of things. Saying that, Mike smiled a little proudly and said, "The $100,000 at that time was not much worse than the $10 million now." ”

I smacked my tongue a little, and my heart said you uncle. These ores, which aren't even scrap iron, can be so damn valuable? But when I thought about it, I immediately felt that something was wrong.

At the rate of national development at that time, it was impossible for the technology of the Americans to not be able to detect even a piece of pig iron ore. If that's the case, then these things ...... These winters should not be an iron mine, no, it is not a mine at all. And according to this inference, the few people who were transported and sold to Old Mac are definitely not ordinary people.

Mike let out a few "hey" sounds, tugged my thoughts back, and then continued, "The text description of that batch of things was torn out in the travelogue, though. But while I was sorting through my father's belongings, I found a painting. With that, Mike took a piece of paper from his bosom and handed it to me.

I opened the paper and looked at it, and saw that it was a sketch drawn in pencil.

A rough outline of something was drawn on the yellowed paper. This thing has a lot of edges and corners, but the edges and corners seem to be very evenly distributed. At a cursory glance, Lao Tzu almost thought it was a sea urchin.

"It can't be a sea urchin, right?" I asked Mike.

"Nonono, not sea urchins." Mike said. "I don't know what it is, but I can probably tell it's a part of a machine."

"Why?" I asked. "How can you be sure it's part of a mechanism?"

Mike reached out and gestured at the drawing and asked me, "If you were to restore these protruding thorns, would you think it would look like a gear?" ”

I was stunned, and I figured it out, and found that it was still the case.

"But what's the connection?" I asked. "What if it's still a coincidence?"

"I knew you didn't believe it." Mike said. "But what if?" As he spoke, Mike took out a few more yellowed drawings from his pocket, and then walked to the side of the bench and spread them out: "Look, what if these things are combined?" ”

I stood on the side and watched as Mike spread out the drawings one by one. As the drawings unfolded, my eyes widened.

What the hell, how do these drawings look like the blueprints of a mechanism?

I looked up at Mike and saw that Mike was smiling at me, "Well, these parts make up a mechanism, but it only appeared in ancient China." ”

That's a bit of a coincidence, isn't it? I just saw a fucking post on Weibo a while ago about how ancient Chinese craftsmen could fix things without nails. One of them is such a picture. The GIF at that time, after taking the mechanism apart, was the pile of things on the drawings in front of me.

"Now you know, right?" Mike said. "The people who sold my father these parts have the same occupation as you do now."

I took a breath. The icy air poured down the mucous membranes of my nose and pierced me.

"You mean, your father was targeted by a few Tufuzi back then?" I asked.

"No, no, no, it's not targeted. To be precise, the tomb robbers simply wanted to use the power of my father to go down to the tomb. Mike said. Because at that time, my father was the richest in that area -- you know, rich people, tend to want to be richer. Add to that the profession that my father gave me at that time, do you think those people will give up on my father? (To be continued.) )