Ferley was in his hotel room in Bangkok and hadn't gotten up yet.

I received a call from my boss and asked me if I wanted to go to the Hongdu training camp?

Do you want to go to the stick to the local emperor?

"Ferrey," Zhang Jing persuaded on the phone, "this is the only way to get promoted to a part-time job for me, just like Jimmy... You're only 53 years old, you're in the prime of life, and you have a bright future... There are a lot of beautiful women on the sticks, and there are a lot of nightclubs..."

"BOSS," after listening to Zhang Jing's speech quietly, Ferrey agreed, "I am willing to go to the training camp and I am willing to go to the stick."

"Very good, you will have a new identity," Zhang Jing praised angrily in the bathroom, "You will have a lot of support, and you will not die so easily;

If you die, I will avenge you, rest assured."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing couldn't hide the smile on his face, Ferry is not a soft persimmon, he once climbed the tenth peak in the world alone, that is, execution, and perseverance.

Leaving the bathroom, his girlfriend was still sleeping, Zhang Jing came to the foredeck and jumped from the bow into the sea to swim.

The water is shallow, the clarity is high, there is a lot of marine life, and the temperature makes swimming more comfortable.

But the wreck has not yet been found, and it is a hell of a life.

Zhang Jing decided to start his search by marking the sea area, and the 25-meter metal visibility made him work much more efficient.

It wasn't until a week later that Ortiz and Penelope left, and there was still no gain, which made Zhang Jing have to suspect that the treasure map was fake.

Unwilling to get nothing, Zhang Jing called Yuan Hong, the principal of Kexin Girls' Middle School.

Bangkok Bay and Temasek (Singapore-Canada-Slope) were at the same time, and Yuan Hong was somewhat surprised when she received a call from Zhang Jing.

"Is there something wrong?"

"I want to inquire," Zhang Jing asked with concern, "how long has Huang Youfeng been imprisoned?"

"You want to intercede for him, too?"

Zhang Jing asked, "Who pleaded for him?"

"There are both the positive and commercial worlds."

"He's going to go to jail, right?"

"Yes."

"How many years?" Zhang Jing asked in detail, "It does not include parole, medical parole, and commutation of sentence."

"The source of S$200 million has basically been clarified, mainly illegal crowd gambling, smuggling of high-value electronic products, money laundering, etc., and the prison sentence starts with eight years, during which there is no parole or commutation."

"Eight years..." Zhang Jing held up the phone thoughtfully.

"Are you too long or too short?"

"Can you add three or four years to your sentence?"

Yuan Hong asked rhetorically, "What did you exchange for?"

"With the mediation of Mr. Naveson, the oil family, the Big Coconut Tree Bank has stopped the conflict with certain organizations, Ding Jiaqi has bought back the Leopard brand, and we will increase the production of beer in Temasek to generate more taxes."

Yuan Hong knew about this incident, and there was a fight behind it, and only then did there be peace, and reintroduced, "Huang Youfeng will be imprisoned for eight to ten years, and he will have to wait for the court."

He wanted the result, hung up the phone, and Zhang Jing decided to restore and exhibit the 2-meter-high woodcut painted Bodhisattva.

The treasure map could not find the treasure, and Huang Youfeng was imprisoned, so that it could be exhibited to attract tourists and earn some ticket money.

Xu Zehong was still in Xiangjiang and received a message from Zhang Jing that he would put the restored Bodhisattva on the first floor of the museum for display.

Unexpectedly, less than 24 hours after the exhibition, a 70-year-old fried chicken man came to the door, found the museum staff, and asked to see the curator, that is, Xu Zehong.

Xu Zehong is the head of the Xu family and the director of the Silver Mine Bay Museum, who is usually very busy and politely refuses the other party's request to meet.

I didn't expect the other party to reveal his identity, and the other party was the director of the Tokyo Museum.

Xu Zehong personally came forward to receive him.

In the back office area on the first floor of the museum, Xu Zehong and the guests sat down face to face across the coffee table.

"Mr. Lu Yijian," Xu Zehong already had a guess in his heart at this time, and greeted politely, "Welcome to Xiangjiang?"

Seventy years old, with eyebrows as long as a broom, I felt weird in my heart, what the hell is this opening.

"Curator Xu," Lu Yijian chatted in English, "Fried chicken and Area D are connected by water, and there are many things in common, can we have a cultural relics exchange exhibition?"

"That's a good idea," Xu Zehong complimented, and then said, "But not this year, it's a bit busy."

"It's okay next year," Lawyer took a step back, "Can you sign an exchange agreement first?"

"It's negotiable," Xu Zehong looked at Lu Yijian's eyes, took a sip of the fragrant tea in his hand and said, "But it's not good lately, it's because I'm busy with work."

Lu Yijian was very angry in his heart, guessing that Xu Zehong was a fan of CBB TV, and there was a but, and there was a twist in everything.

But things still have to be done, and indirectly euphemistically: "For some of your collections, we fried chicken people like it very much;

As soon as possible, you can get a business trip subsidy of 200,000 meters."

"Mr. Lu Yijian," Xu Zehong felt like a mirror in his heart, "This is a private museum, what do you want, exchange it for things that I can't refuse, don't beat around the bush, and don't think too much."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Ritsu Yijian asked, "What is the source of the Bodhisattva statue on display in Area C on the first floor?"

"Donation," Xu Zehong said frankly, "Donor information is confidential."

"Sell it to us, the price is negotiable."

"This is a private museum, and the boss doesn't value money," Xu Zehong reminded for the second time, "You want the Bodhisattvas on display in Area C, and exchange them for things I can't refuse, and don't talk about anything else;

Don't do anything bad, you'll be retaliated."

"What do you want?" Lu Yijian's face was ugly and he asked rhetorically.

Talking about things in the direction that can't be discussed, Xu Zehong smiled and asked, "Messy funeral stickers."

Hearing this, Lu Yijian directly pulled his face under the floor, got up and shook his hands and left.

Seeing off the guests, Xu Zehong saw Zhang Jing who had just returned from outside half an hour later.

On the second floor of the museum, Zhang Jing took out the treasure map with a very fragile surface in advance and put it on the operating table.

"This is what the fried chicken man wants," Zhang Jing said in an unconcerned tone, "In the past ten days, I have searched all over the marked sea area, and there is no trace of the treasure ship."

Xu Zehong stepped forward to look at the treasure map, the handwriting on it was somewhat spread, and the overall was quite clear.

The annotation is very clear that the transport ship departed from Dongguang, and the original intention was to send 500 soldiers from Area D to South Asia, and then send the treasures on board back to fried chicken.

Everything went smoothly on the way out, and the boat sank on the way back.

The wreck site is also clearly marked, and the average sea depth in Bangkok Bay is only 46 meters, so it stands to reason that it is easy to find.

"I can't find any wreckage," Zhang Jing told Xu Zehong, "even if someone gets on the plane first, it is impossible to take the broken ship with them, which makes me very puzzled."

Xu Zehong nodded in understanding, as long as the treasure hunter is a treasure, it is impossible to spend a lot of effort to salvage a broken ship.

Now the fried chicken people have come to find it, which means that they have not succeeded in doing so, and they have not found the whereabouts of the treasure ship.

"This treasure map is a counterfeit product," Zhang Jing said firmly, "just a prank."

Xu Zehong was worried about missing out, so he gave Zhang Jing an idea, "You can ask geologists and oceanographers."

Zhang Jing called Noletta, who had loose skin, on the spot.

Noleta was still in Dubi, the capital of southern Burma, for the archaeology of the Yamen, and received a call from Zhang Jing in a beautiful mood and a hearty voice to greet him, "Jack, good morning."

"Good morning," Zhang Jing went straight to the point, "I'm looking for a shipwreck, but it's not there, what's the reason?"

"If this problem is explained by geological science, it can only mean that the shipwreck was 'eaten.'"

"I didn't understand."

"Every time there is an earthquake, there are always a lot of people missing," Noleta explained for Zhang Jing, "and after the rubble is cleared, there are still many people missing;

There is a high probability that the missing person fell into the crack in the ground during the earthquake, and the ground was stitched shut and disappeared from then on."

Zhang Jing: "...""There is a tentative update every day in December, there is no choice for this, and the conditions allow this instinct to write

Four million words, five million words, it's mainly a matter of days, I can only find a way to open a new book, it may indeed be inferior to this one, I still have to try, thank you for the big reward, read along, vote for support, a lot of love."

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