Reborn in 1993, Dark Sea

The salty, fishy smell hit him, jolting An Xiaohai out of his reverie. He knew this smell all too well; it was the smell of the sea. Parthia must be nearby.

An Xiaohai came to his senses, and Xu Congzhou also miraculously woke up.

"Should we go to the hotel to rest first, or go straight to that guy's place?"

"I'm not tired. I've rested the whole way. Let's get to work."

"Alright," Xu Congzhou immediately told the driver to change the destination: "Let me introduce this guy to you. His name is Hou Liang, but people in the underworld call him Monkey."

Monkey is from country Y, but he spends most of his time in China, engaging in activities such as tomb raiding and trafficking in cultural relics.

Once, one of Monkey's henchmen was arrested by the police. He found me through various means and asked me to help him get him released. That's how we met.

After that, we did some business together, and overall, he was quite trustworthy.

"You investigated his background, right?"

"Of course we've investigated, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Monkey's ancestors were originally Chinese. They went to Southeast Asia during the Republic of China era and eventually settled in Country Y. His family has always been in the antique business, which is to put it bluntly, they are tomb raiders.

Now that the government is cracking down on tomb raiding more and more, it's becoming increasingly difficult for him to do business, and my interactions with him haven't been as frequent as before.

"Mr. Xu, I'm curious, did you really do business dealing in antiques?"

"Of course I've done it. If I hadn't, who would believe me?"

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?" An Xiaohai frowned slightly.

"There's nothing good or bad about it!"

Xiaohai, I know what you're thinking, but you need to look at this from a different perspective.

Our Chinese nation has a history of five thousand years, and our ancestors left us so much. Tomb raiding and the trafficking of cultural relics have never stopped from ancient times to the present. Our family's treasures are already all over the world.

Actually, for a country and a nation, gold and silver jewelry are not valuable. What is truly valuable is the historical and cultural value contained in cultural relics.

An inscription or an ancient book is worth more than mountains of gold and silver.

The best way to protect cultural relics is to start from the source and prevent tomb raiding. As for those things that have already been unearthed, as long as they are not national treasures, it doesn't really matter who keeps them.

People who spend a lot of money to collect these things are unlikely to just throw them away after they get them. As long as they can protect these things and pass them down as family heirlooms, it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Moreover, to understand our country's cultural relics and accurately judge their value, we must first understand our culture, which can also be considered a form of cultural export.

I took on this mission for two reasons: firstly, to gather intelligence, crack down on tomb raiding gangs, and prevent tomb raiding from happening again; and secondly, to ensure that national treasures are not easily lost to the outside world.

Actually, the truly good stuff is either buried underground or in the museums of the great powers. Most of what circulates on the black market is just so-so.

We need to become stronger quickly!

Let them keep those things from our ancestors for us for now. When we become truly powerful, we won't be afraid they won't return them! We must become powerful!

"I understand. Sorry, I went off on a tangent."

"It's nothing. I really like your personality. You ask questions directly and never keep them to yourself. That's a good thing, so that we don't have any reservations when we work together."

However, I suddenly realized that you're actually quite old-fashioned.

"Hehe, right? I'm just a bit possessive. I think we should keep the good things in our own hands."

"I agree with you. How about this: when I retire, I'll call you over, and we'll think of a way to take down the British Museum together. What do you think?"

"Haha! I'm waiting for you to come and call me!"

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

The monkey is quite alert, so he won't be easy to deal with, but he's nowhere near as good as you. As long as you don't underestimate him, you should be able to take him down easily.

"Well, we'll see how it goes. Even though he's from country Y, he might not be of any value."

"That's not necessarily true!"

Country Y is only so big, roughly the size of one of our provinces, and it only has one or two major ports. This monkey guy must have some connections to be transporting these cultural relics around.

"Understood, thank you for reminding me, Mr. Xu."

"Haha, what are you saying?!"

The convoy rounded a mountain pass, and the city of Parthia appeared before them without warning. A wave of heat hit them, and they could almost hear the commotion on the beach from afar.

After driving along the edge of the city for a while, the convoy turned into a small valley, where the air instantly became quiet.

An Xiaohai looked out the window with a hint of curiosity. Compared to Manchester, Parthia had a more exotic feel, especially the intricate and exquisite temples, which shimmered in the sunlight and had a unique beauty.

This area is clearly a wealthy neighborhood, with magnificent temples and rows of villas and estates.

The convoy stopped in front of the gate of a very luxurious villa. The villa's owner, Monkey, had obviously notified the gatekeeper, Xu Congzhou, of his impending visit. The armed guards at the gate saluted the convoy and jogged to open the iron gate.

The convoy filed in, circled a huge garden, and stopped in front of the main building.

"That's the monkey," Xu Congzhou said, pointing with his chin at the guy standing at the door, with one arm around each of the two women.

An Xiaohai nodded slightly.

As its name suggests, the monkey was frighteningly thin and looked rather sleazy: slippers, floral shorts, and a fur coat over its upper body, with nothing underneath. It looked both bizarre and memorable.

"Master Xu!...Holy crap!"

The moment Xu Congzhou stepped out of the car, Monkey immediately let go of the two women, spread his arms wide exaggeratedly, and walked over shouting. But after only a few steps, he suddenly saw the savage getting out of another car, which scared him so much that he turned and ran away!

After running a few steps, the monkey probably remembered that this was his territory, so he pulled a few armed men to his side and then walked back with a nervous expression.

"What's going on?" An Xiaohai looked at Xu Tianyou, who shrugged, indicating that he knew nothing about it.

At this moment, the savage also saw the monkey clearly. He was furious, but he did not make any further moves.

"What's going on? What's the situation?!" Xu Tianyou pulled down his sunglasses and asked the wild man.

"Boss, do you remember what the First Elder told you? Last time, someone came to our ancestral land trying to steal something."

"Is this the guy?"

"Yes, that's him."

"Oh, so this is the guy. What a small world!" Xu Tianyou chuckled as he walked towards the monkey.

The monkey was a little flustered, but seeing that the armed men around him had already released the safety on their guns, he forced himself to calm down.

The monkey raised its chin, just about to try to confront Xu Tianyou head-on, but suddenly its expression changed, and with a thud, it knelt down in front of Xu Tianyou.

"Big...Big brother, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

"Huh? What did you say?" The monkey's ever-changing attitude left Xu Tianyou completely bewildered. This guy clearly had more people and guns, yet he wasn't even planning to put up a fight?

Just then, Ban Kun, his face grim, walked up: "Brother Tian, ​​we've been looking for this guy for a long time. Can you hand him over to us?"

Xu Tianyou suddenly realized that this guy was quite the troublemaker and had offended quite a few people!