From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 856 Take You Home
Thousands of years later, the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

Since the 70s, the nationwide large-scale rescue and excavation of various ancient tombs began, and the cultural relics protection departments came out in full force, but they still found that many ancient tombs had been stolen. What they can do is to save what is still there.

A group of people were surrounding the stone door of an ancient tomb. They knocked on the stone door cautiously. While calculating the thickness of the stone door, they guessed what would be behind them, and then carefully calculated how to open the last main tomb. Shimen.

"Professor Feng, what do you think?" A college student who just graduated from the Department of Archeology couldn't help asking the man beside him.

Feng Junran looked up at the exquisitely carved stone gate, his slender eyes were a little dazed, he gently stroked the already mottled patterns on the stone gate like stroking his most beloved person, and murmured wrote: "Thousands of years..."

"Professor, what are you talking about?" It was too dark in the tomb, and he was underground, so he couldn't hear the man's muttering clearly.

"Let's go here first today, it's getting dark, let's go up and discuss it, and we'll reopen tomorrow."

The student nodded and greeted everyone to return to the ground.

This ancient tomb should be the tomb of the ancient nobles, at least above the level of the prince, because the burial objects and murals all have dragon patterns, but this dragon is different from the real dragon of the emperor, which is commonly known as Chi dragon pattern.

So everyone was very excited. Every night, they exchanged information about the excavation during the day, and it was the same tonight.

Everyone returned to the ground, counted the number of people and found that there was a lot of people, and then they went to eat. Tents of all sizes were set up around them, and the small sun shone brightly.

"I think this should be an ancient king's tomb. The time should be more than a thousand years, and the dynasty should be..."

People couldn't help discussing excitedly.

"I dug up a jade pendant for burial today. It seems that a tomb robber accidentally left it behind. It is engraved with the pattern of Chi and tiger, and the word Wei is engraved on the back."

"Wei? Generally, jade pendants with chi and tiger patterns are used to prove their identity. In Wei's words, does it mean that the owner of the tomb is King Wei?"

"But there is no record about King Wei in the history of this dynasty. Is the age wrong?"

People couldn't help discussing that the burial objects would never lie, but compared with history, no matter whether it is Shiji or other unofficial histories, there is no record that there was a prince named Wei Wang in this era.

Feng Junran indifferently watched a group of people huddling together and chatting. He was wearing a pair of dark suit trousers, a clean white shirt on his upper body, and his sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing a piece of honey-colored skin. He was holding chopsticks with his slender fingers. , obviously everyone is eating with their lunch boxes or sitting or standing, but this man always gives people a sense of elegance and elegance. It feels like he has experienced hundreds of thousands of years of precipitation, and the man is The agarwood that has been precipitated for thousands of years has a strong aroma and a personable demeanor.

"Professor, what do you think?" Some girls couldn't help bringing the topic to the man, but Feng Junran just said indifferently: "After eating, rest early, and we will continue tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, behind him were young men and women chatting excitedly.

More than a thousand years is enough to change the world.

It turned out that the era of Xiaoxiao's life turned out to be such an era.

Cars that can walk on their own, TVs that can be heard, phones that seem to be transmitted over thousands of miles, and the omnipotent Internet.

Even though he saw these things slowly form, develop, and evolve with his own eyes, Feng Junran still found it inconceivable that this was an era that was smarter than the one he lived in.

"Young Master Feng, the company is calling and asking when you'll be back." A bodyguard wearing black sunglasses and an ironed suit came over, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

Feng Junran glanced at the phone indifferently, and loosened the collar of his shirt casually. Even after wearing suits and shirts for so many years, he still likes the loose and comfortable feeling of unlined clothing.

"Tomorrow, return to Beijing tomorrow."

The man's voice was cold, just like his indifferent expression now, the bodyguard responded yes, turned and retreated.

Obviously, the company under his hands has grown big enough, but for some reason, Shao Feng wants to join some cultural relics management bureau, whether he enters or not to be a nominal one. As for the professor, he is really a professor of Peking University. It's just that I rarely go to class.

So the president of Tangtang Company, when he was free, ran all over China with a hoe on his shoulders, not to mention dealing with dead people in a disgraceful manner, because he was in name, so he didn't have much salary, basically Feng Shao paid the money for digging.

No matter how much the bodyguard thought about it, he couldn't understand why Young Master Feng would do such a thankless thing.

interest?The interests of rich people are so strange.

After returning to his own tent, Feng Junran turned on his laptop. Over the years, he has fully adapted to this society, and he can even repair all the basic facilities at home, such as air conditioners, televisions and refrigerators.

After a long time, a person always has to learn something to pass the boring time. This is the way he passes the time, that is to constantly enrich himself.

"Young Master Feng, when are you coming back? If you don't come back, Young Master Chi will take over the land in the east of the city!" On the other side of the computer, a fat bald man was holding his laptop anxiously while wiping his sweat. , as if ready to rush out at any time.

The man leaned casually on the pillow, crossing his fingers in front of his chest. Compared with the fat man's anxiety, he was very calm, and could even be described as calm and elegant.

"Don't worry, you can't run away from here."

He spoke very confidently. Fatty Wang Chong could only keep his mouth shut while wiping his sweat, and then reported other work to the man.

"There is news from the United States, saying that they have agreed to cooperate with us in the development of highly intelligent robots."

"Then push down the price by another ten percent."

"Still down!" Wang Chong couldn't help screaming through the computer. He was already down very low, but he still pressed these Yankees and flew up in anger?What if the time comes to withdraw capital?That doesn't mean all the money is wasted.

"Do you think they are willing to give up such a large domestic market?"

Seeing that Apple cannot be sold in foreign countries at all, it can only pretend to be NO in China. 1. They can still make money with another ten percentage points. Do you really think that this group of yellow-haired mutant white people will actually do business with them?Stop dreaming!
After the online meeting was over, the man turned his head to look outside. The night was getting dark, and the camp was completely silent, except for the sound of snoring one after another.

The man stood up slowly, walked into the underground palace, and came to the stone gate again.

"Xiao Xiao, I will take you home."

(End of this chapter)