At 11 a.m., Zhang Jing drove to the Burlington downtown marina.

In front of a restaurant by the lake, Zhang Jing again met the unattractive man of about 25 or 26 years old holding an accordion, whose face looked like a crumpled newspaper, who was selling his art on the side of the road.

Parking the car on the side of the road, Zhang Jing walked up to the man and invited, "Let's have lunch together."

Jeff. Agus remembers Zhang Jing because Burlington has a population of less than 4.5 percent, of which 95 percent are white, 4.99 percent are African-American, and 0.01 are of other races.

Zhang Jing is the only Asian he has met in the last six months.

Thank you, Jeff. Argus followed Zhang Jing into the restaurant and sat by the window, with a beautiful view of Lake Champlain outside.

Orange chicken, grilled steak, fried fish, pasta, beer, there are not many types, and the portions of meat are so large that there are enough for two men to eat.

The wine has been three rounds, and the food has been five flavors, Jeff. Agus introduced himself, "My name is Jeff. Argus, a native of Texan, you're the Mr. Zhang you said in the news, right?"

Burlington is a bit of the northeast of the Dragon Country, and Texas is similar to the Cantonese-speaking region in the south of the Dragon Kingdom, one south and one north, with a distance of about 2,000 kilometers in between.

"It's me," Zhang Jing put a piece of beef in his mouth and complained, "The news can't be trusted, the content is all edited, it's all fake news."

Jeff. Agus nodded thoughtfully, Zhang Jing gave him a hundred meters of yuan, and invited him to dinner, obviously a kind person, and he had nothing to do with the viciousness described in the newspaper.

If Zhang Jing is a murderer, Jeff. Agus wants the world's 8 billion people to be murderers.

"You're from Texas," Zhang Jing asked curiously, "Why did you come to Burlington to make a living?"

"My girlfriend is a good brother and I am disheartened."

Zhang Jing was not surprised at all, Jeff. Agus is not good-looking, his face is like a crumpled newspaper, he is already very surprised to have a girlfriend, and splitting his legs is simply too normal.

Another large piece of beef was put into his mouth, feeling very satisfied, Zhang Jing chatted and asked, "Do you have a criminal record?"

Jeff. Agus stopped his knife and fork in his hand, "Injured the dog and the man, and went to jail for a year, and because of it, he defaulted on his tuition loan."

Zhang nodded, it was difficult for him to find a job in this situation, "What did you do for a living before you went to prison?"

"My girlfriend and I, and three other friends, we were college classmates and a band, and we took turns performing in various bars."

"I can't tell," Zhang Jing chatted as he ate meat, "I thought the band members had long hair, nose piercings, and large tattoos."

Jeff. Agus shook his head, indicating that he was not in that situation.

After eating, the bill is settled, including a 20% tip, a total of 65 yuan, not cheap, not too expensive.

Just as Zhang Jing was about to leave, Jeff. Agus trotted up to Zhang Jing, "I have two new songs, including lyrics and songs, would you like to buy them?"

Zhang Jing was slightly stunned and did not refuse directly, "Sing and listen."

Jeff. Agus should be, opened the accordion, cleared his throat and began to drink.

Zhang Jing leaned on the pickup truck to listen quietly, listening to Jeff's singing, thinking about Yuduo Xiyao in his head, in contrast, Jeff sang very badly.

After the two songs were sung, Zhang Jing asked, "How much are you going to sell?"

"Forty thousand meters." Talking while Jeff. Agus looked at Zhang Jing expectantly.

Look Jeff up and down. Argus, his face like a crumpled ball of newspapers was impressive, and Zhang Jing shook his head in thought.

Jeff. Agus's heart suddenly cooled, and just when he was about to give up, Zhang Jing suddenly spoke, "I'll talk about the song later, I can give you 600 weekly salary, you go to Seattle to find Marcus, and do chores in the crew."

Jeff. Argus didn't expect such a big turn, "Who is Marcus? Why do you go to the crew to do chores?"

Zhang Jingdao, "Marcus is my contracted director, let him see you, maybe you can get a role."

The ugliness is also a feature, and it may be good to play the bad guy, Zhang Jing is not sure if it is feasible, so let director Marcus take a look.

Jeff. Argus didn't

Thinking of such a good thing, he immediately responded and expressed his gratitude to Zhang Jing again and again.

"I need to learn to dive, do you know an instructor like that?" Zhang Jing asked.

"Yes," Jeff. Agus said familiarly, "It's nearby, you don't need to drive, I'll take you there."

Marina, Jeff. The man of which Agus spoke lived on the ship.

"Miss EDGR!" Jeff. Agus stood next to the anchor and shouted, "My boss wants to learn how to dive!"

EDGR translates to Edgar, or Edgar, which means that girls are noble and open.

In general, the name and image are opposites, such as Reed. Dai Jin, which sounds very good, is actually a greasy old man.

Sure enough, so is Edgar, a woman in her forties, who looks like a Hispanic with a skin color, about 1.8 meters tall and weighs about 80 kilograms.

Zhang Jing is only 1.78 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms.

As a result, Edgar looks very strong, with strength under every inch of skin, a hard expression, and a feeling that he doesn't get along well.

"Hello Miss Edgar, my name is Zhang Jing, and I'm learning to dive." Zhang Jing looked up and greeted the woman on the boat.

Edgar stepped off the boat and looked at Zhang Jing up close, "You're the newspaper one, the one who found Edward's treasure."

Similar to Whitefish Town, Burlington is the largest city in a state, with a population of less than 45,000, and even dogs know what is going on.

It was not surprising that Edgar recognized Zhang Jing.

"Rumors," Zhang Jing habitually retorted, "It's all fake news, I'm a good person, just a little rich, not a rich man."

Falsely said that many Zhang Jing himself believed it, he was a good person.

Edgar didn't care if Zhang Jing was a good person, and quoted, "100 yuan per hour, consumables at your own expense."

Zhang Jing's heart twitches, which is like a child learning the piano, 300 yuan an hour, which is equivalent to a day's salary of a blue-collar skilled worker.

Accepting the deal, Zhang Jing immediately began to learn to dive. Argus left for Seattle.

The temperature of the lake is very low, 23 or 24 degrees, and the temperature of the water is less than 20 degrees, which is just right, because the temperature of the underground water is about the same.

In other words, the underground fissure is connected to Lake Champlain, right?

Taking money to do things, Edgar was very responsible, personally took Zhang Jing into the water, and tried a water depth of ten meters for the first time, but only practiced for one hour on the first day, saying that it was to adapt to the need process, otherwise the eardrum would be perforated.

There is no way, Edgar is a teacher, Zhang Jing is a student, and he can only listen to orders.

One hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon the next day.

On the third day it increased to three hours, and on the fourth day the training increased to four hours.

On the fifth day, the depth of the dive was greatly increased, and the water depth was 30 meters, and the results were very good.

Zhang Jing belongs to the kind of diving genius with roots, and he is making rapid progress.

On the seventh day, Zhang Jing could dive 40 meters deep, but he didn't feel tired after staying at this depth for half an hour.

In addition, a tank of standard oxygen can be used for different times according to different individuals and different diving depths, generally within 30~15 minutes.

Zhang Jing is 40 meters underwater, and a tank of oxygen can be used for about 23 minutes, which is an accurate figure obtained after repeated measurements.

Burlington is next to Lake Champlain, as well as a marina, naturally there are also diving equipment for sale, scuba and oxygen tanks are often sold, Zhang Jing swept three sets of scuba and thirty tanks of oxygen.

These things are taken by Pikara, and there is no one on the way, and they are put into the Mithril space.

Return to Mount Hawley, 1214 Brooke Slip Road, and dive immediately.