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Chapter 964

"What kind of ship is Haitai?" Gu Xiaobai asked.

In the past thousands of years, the unpredictable ocean has swallowed countless ships.

And the vast time wiped away all the pains, even the traces they left behind.

A ship more than 100 years ago, except for real industry insiders, almost no one pays attention to it.

And even those in the industry cannot make a detailed assessment of this ship.

The young archaeologist explained:
"The Haitai is a merchant ship owned by the Qing government. It disappeared mysteriously around 1890. No one knows what happened to it. Some say it was hit by a storm, some say it was attacked by pirates, and some say it was attacked by warships from other countries. Attack, some people said it hit a rock and sank... And the most important thing is that no one knows where the ship sank, so even if it is searched, there is no way to find it. At that time, the Qing government had internal and external troubles, various All the information was lost in the flames of war. Later, someone launched a search for it, but there was no result. My teacher once launched an investigation on it and found a few descendants who claimed to be surviving passengers, but most of them were proved to be liars... ..."

Speaking of this, the young archaeologist licked his lips and said: "According to historical records, the Haitai was an important merchant ship of the Qing court, and it was responsible for transporting goods for the Qing court. There are a lot of precious goods on board..."

"Same as Taixing?" Gu Xiaobai asked.

"Well, in theory, the Haitai is like one of the successor ships of the Taixing. It started construction after the Taixing sank. I didn't expect that decades later, it would also follow in the footsteps of the Taixing..."

The Taixing probably had the highest death toll in Chinese history, and was called China's "Titanic" by the Western media.

In 1822, the sailing ship "Taixing" sailed from Xiamen to Java, with nearly 2000 passengers on board, and more than 100 million pieces of porcelain in the ballast.The ship hit a rock and sank when it arrived at the Zhongsha Islands. Except for 198 people who were rescued by the passing "Indiana", the remaining 1800 passengers were buried in the seabed.

At the end of the last century, Hatcher, a treasure seeker (pirate) under the sea, deduced the location of the shipwreck through the logbook of the "Indiana", and then put more than 60 pieces of exquisite porcelain from the Kangxi period and more than 130 gold nuggets weighing one catty on board. steal.In order to facilitate transportation and raise prices, he scooped up these porcelains and selected 1 pieces of high-quality porcelain, and the remaining 35.6 pieces of the same style or poor quality were all smashed and thrown on the seabed.Later, Indonesia discovered that Hatcher's salvage procedures were forged, so he was wanted. Hatcher fled in a hurry. A year later, he returned to the same place and salvaged the rest.

It was salvaged and auctioned twice successively. The funds obtained from Hatcher's auction, calculated according to purchasing power, are about 50 billion yuan now.

What is even more hateful is that Hatcher has no respect for the dead ancestors. The wreckage of the Taixing ship and the remains of many victims were thrown everywhere by Hatcher's salvage team.

When the Taixing was mentioned, several people at the scene fell silent.

The theft of the Taixing is an eternal pain in the hearts of archaeologists.And it was Hatcher who forced China's underwater archeology.

But now, another ship similar to the Taixing ship once again aroused all kinds of thoughts in everyone's mind.

After a long time, the young archaeologist said: "This matter is too big, I can't decide... I, I will call my teacher..."

Is what the fisherman said true?Did he have a mental problem, or did he really find the legendary Haitai?

If you believe him, you will have to invest a lot of manpower and material resources to salvage, and even go to negotiate with Vietnam.

If you don't believe him, if the Haitai is stolen like the original Taixing, then they are the country's sinners.

"Leave this matter to me." Gu Xiaobai took off his mask and stretched out his hand: "Get to know each other, my name is Gu Xiaobai."

At this moment, both the crew members and the uncle fisherman were all stunned.

Ah, so dazzling!
"You are that...that..." Uncle Fisherman pointed at Gu Xiaobai, "I read your news, you are..."

The crew members next to them swiped even more, sweating all over their foreheads.

Damn, the new boss is here!

And it was the boss they were still complaining about just now!

An uncle of the crew avoided Gu Xiaobai's face, lowered his voice, and asked the young archaeologist, "He... is our new boss?"

If it was someone else, maybe the crew would hesitate a bit.

But Gu Xiaobai, wherever he goes, has his own anti-counterfeiting label.

Where can you find another person who looks like this?

People like Gu Xiaobai don't need to show their ID card when walking on the street.

Of course, they don't need to worry about whether it's true or not.

Just when Gu Xiaobai revealed his identity, the Zhongjun had already sailed from afar, and then slowly berthed at the pier.

"My boat is here to pick me up." Gu Xiaobai turned around and said, "Uncle, if you trust me, just wait for my news. I'll see if this boat is there..."

"Uh, good, good!" The uncle fisherman stretched out his hand and handed over the piece of paper he was holding just now: "Here are the coordinates."

"I saw it just now." Gu Xiaobai smiled and waved his hands, "Uncle, keep it for yourself."

Gu Xiaobai turned around and looked at the crew members beside him.

With a "swipe", several crew members stood up straight.

Each of them was very guilty.

He didn't hear when he was speaking ill of the boss just now.

"I would like to trouble you and this uncle to learn more about the situation, and we will contact you again."

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Don't worry."

"I must understand the situation clearly and report to you..."

While several people nodded and bowed, Gu Xiaobai turned and walked in the direction of Zhong Jun.

After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly and asked, "By the way, haven't you asked uncle your name yet?"

"Me? My name is Tan Liugen..."

"Okay, Uncle Tan, wait for my news, if we can really find the Haitai, we will give you a reward."

"I don't want rewards." Tan Liugen shook his head, "I just want...to let those two go home."

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai didn't know what to say.

He didn't know why Tan Liugen had such a deep obsession with a shipwreck that was a century ago.

He also didn't know if there would be the remains of the mother and child on board.

Now, he has mixed feelings in his heart.

After boarding the Zhongjun, Gu Xiaobai turned around and waved to the beach.

Tan Liugen closed his eyes, and in front of him was the scene that had appeared in front of him countless times in his sleep.

"Our mother and I are waiting for you here, you must take us home..."

"You wait, I'll take you home right away..."

……

Decades ago, in a hut, dozens of young people ravaged the small house like robbers.

"There are books here, burn them!"

"Burn them all!"

"No, don't burn my books, I'm willing to do whatever you ask me to do, I admit my mistake, I'm willing to do anything...don't..." An old man who was so old that he could hardly walk, staggered to protect the things he had collected. information, but can only watch the flames devour everything.

The old man was dragged away, whining like a wounded lone wolf: "They are still waiting for me, they are still waiting for me to take them home..."

The flames were burning, and a photo fell into the flames. The photo was of a family of three. The flames licked the photos, turned them into black spots, and spread.

Not far away, a three or four-year-old boy shrank under the bed, his eyes widened, watching everything in horror.

Suddenly, someone rushed in and hugged him: "Son, child, are you okay, go with uncle..."

"Grandpa, my grandpa..." The child widened his eyes in horror, looking at the burning house.

"Boom", the house collapsed.

In the flames, a photo was carried into the air by the heat, curled up, and turned into ashes...

(End of this chapter)