After sorting out the gains and losses of completion, Zhang Jing planned to meet Xu Jiu to discuss the matter of the submersible.

Xu Jiu didn't have a submersible, she borrowed it with help; Now that it has sunk into the deep sea with the Centaur, it must be explained clearly, it should be compensated, and it should apologize.

It happened that she was on the farm, Zhang Jing drove half an hour to the second seaside villa, and saw Xu Jiu, whose image had changed greatly, in the front yard.

It turned out that she had inch hair, and then slowly grew long, and she didn't see her for more than a month, and she became more feminine.

"Long time no see." Thinking of being kissed on the cheek by Xu Jiu last time, Zhang Jing changed it to a handshake this time.

Xu Jiu didn't think much about it, and stretched out his hand to shake Zhang Jing's hand, "I heard you say that the ship sank?"

"Yes, an old rented ship is very unreliable."

"Please come in and sit down." Xu Jiu invited sideways.

Zhang Jing came to the living room with Xu Jiu, and the waiter brought fragrant tea.

After a sip of tea, Zhang Jing talked about the submersible, "I lost the submersible, I'm sorry."

"It's good if people are fine," Xu Jiu not only became more feminine in his image, but also spoke softly, "There is nothing that can be recreated by machines."

"I have a submersible on the Shirase in my hand, there is no control end, you can give it to your friend, as long as you pay attention to secrecy," Zhang Jing looked not afraid of losing money, "The submersible that was lost, how much the original price, I will pay for it all."

"Wow," Xu Ze exclaimed, "The submersible on the Shirase is not cheap, as for the one you lost, the original price is 4.5 million meters, one for one, you can offset it."

Zhang Jingtan spread his hands, "In this way, it is obvious that I am taking advantage, after all, there is no exploration end."

"Don't worry," Xu Jiu blinked, "Business is business, friendship is friendship, I can tell the difference."

There was nothing else, when Zhang Jing was about to leave, Xu Jiu had nothing to say, "I've seen the video, the drone is shooting from the sky, and the sculpture chariot under the light is very cool."

"Yes, I plan to salvage it again." Zhang Jing looked confident.

"Actually, it's not necessary," after a second of hesitation, Xu Jiu persuaded, "I have a friend who works in sculpture, and said that the chariot should be a carving from around 1750, and even if it was made by a master, the price would not exceed 2 million meters."

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Zhang Jingsan was stunned, if the chariot is not worth 2 million meters, then the other 13 sculptures are not even more valuable?

Considering that the professional salvage ship is more than 2,000 meters deep, and the rent is 20~300,000 meters per day, it is indeed not cost-effective.

But no, if it's not valuable, why is the "Salvage Gripen Foundation" doing so much fanfare?

Even if you count 7.6 million meters of gold, it doesn't seem to be worth their pursuit and interception of the Centaur, right?

What's the problem?

Leaving the second villa in a daze, Zhang Jing drove to the third villa, five kilometers away, which had been burned down for most of it, stepped on the abandoned rubble, entered the basement, and took out all 14 sculptures.

Then Zhang Jing began to carefully inspect every sculpture, every detail, every pimple, turning it over, turning it upside down, checking inch by inch!

As a treasure hunter, Zhang Jingyou has a very keen perception that the reason why the other party is making such a big deal is that there must be something very important that has been omitted by himself, this search is three days and three nights, and he doesn't do anything, except for eating, drinking, and Lazar, he is completely on the bar.

Finally, when Zhang Jing stood on the chariot again, he suddenly looked at the "lid" that originally blocked the space under the soldier's feet, which was about the size of a textbook.

Pick up the size of the textbook stone, slowly flip it over, sure enough, there is a mystery, the back can not be seen, the reverse side is clearly recognizable, this is a book-shaped stone sculpture, carved with a row of unknown letters.

Rubbing his dry and red eyes, Zhang Jing was energetic, and his sixth sense told him that this stone book was a big baby!

Take out your mobile phone, find out the translation software, swipe the letters of the stone book, and give the translation result in three or four seconds.

"The goal of humanism is to concentrate on the power of man, not to submit to Christianity

of God."

Oh!

I don't know how others feel, Zhang Jing feels like he's about to send it, who can say such awesome words?

Hurriedly pressed his chest, afraid that his heart would jump out, Zhang Jing put away all the sculptures and hurriedly returned to the cowshed area.

It just so happened that Xu Zehong was about to go to find Zhang Jing, and the two met on the way.

"OSS," Xu Zehong said, "I sent more than 100 pictures of sculptures to the Chinese appraisal, and three sculpture experts gave the same judgment, and those sculptures were most likely by an Italian artist named Francisco Gutiérrez, whose peak period was around 1775."

"How much are they worth?" Zhang Jing asked with concern.

"The chariot is worth about 2 million euros, and the other sculptures cost between 10~200,000 euros."

Xu Jiu's friend also said the same, it seems that this is the real value.

According to the current exchange rate, the euro is about the same as the rice dollar, almost one to one, Zhang Jing couldn't look down on such a little money, and asked Xu Zehong with concern, "The goal of humanism is to concentrate on human power, not to submit to the Christian God," who said this sentence? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Xu Zehong was very erudite, explaining: "This sentence was said by Ludwik Ariosto, who lived from 1474 to 1533 and was a famous poet of the Renaissance."

"The reason why you haven't heard it is because this sentence is too awkward, and later Yukichi Fukuzawa, a tutor at Wakoku University, translated this sentence as "Heaven does not create a man, nor does it create a man."

Zhang Jing's Adam's apple rolled and his posture rose.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?" Xu Zehong asked.

Zhang Jing returned to the car, pretended to take out a stone carved book sculpture, and deliberately handed the outward side to Xu Ze, because the seawater had been soaked for a long time, and it looked like a layer of green rust on the surface.

"You brought it out, it's a nice lid, it fits perfectly with the statue, the craftsmanship..."

Zhang Jing smiled slightly, slowly flipped the stone over, Xu Zehong was like a male duck pinched by the neck, and his voice stopped abruptly, completely stunned.

Then Xu Zehong seemed to suddenly think of something, took out his mobile phone and tinkered for a while, and held up a picture in front of Zhang Jing in a moment.

The content of the picture is an oil painting, and the content of the oil painting is a stone-carved humanoid sculpture, the humanoid sculpture is turned sideways at 45 degrees, and only the side face can be seen, and the eyes are looking at the book in the hand.

Zhang Jing focused his attention on the book in the figure's hand, and suddenly looked up at Xu Zehong, "This stone carving book can't be the one held by the sculpture in the oil painting, right?"

"Probably yes," Xu Zehong said as he looked at his phone, "In the late 18th century, the famous sculptor Rodriguez once carved a statue of the poet Ludwico Ariosto holding a book in his hand."

"Later, this sculpture was destroyed by the church, and fortunately a painter painted it," Xu Zehong held up the stone book and said, "This stone book is most likely the one in the sculpture's hand."

Zhang Jingyou felt it, and he realized that this stone book was extraordinary.