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"Yes, yes." Xiao Chu stood up suddenly, startling everyone who didn't know what was happening next to him.

"You guys chat, I'll go make a phone call first."

"This, this, this..."

Director Rao was stuck and swallowed. In fact, he didn't know what to say at all, but he just wanted to say something, and his excitement was beyond words.

"Don't get excited, this will also be your long-term meal ticket." Zhang Yang came over and patted Director Rao on the shoulder.

The gold mask in the video is full of gold in every sense of the word.

The mask is made of natural nugget gold with a purity of over 20K (83%), which is purer than gold jewelry seen in daily life.

In addition to the material, the shape of the light gold mask itself is very talkative. Whether it is Sanxingdui or Tutankhamun's, as long as it is a gold mask, there is no less famous one.

But the most important thing is that there are patterns on it that Zhang Yang has never seen before.

Ordinary mask decorations can always find their origins on bronzes, but those of the ancestors of the Bo people are too special. Their culture is almost a thousand years later than the Chinese orthodoxy, and it was not until the Ming Dynasty that they entered the Iron Age. The decorations on them It has nothing to do with bronze.

All have their own characteristics.

Zhang Yang even saw patterns that looked like roosters and goats on it.

Having this animal tattooed on his face fits most people's stereotype of Shao Min.

"Do you want to continue?" the expedition team member on the other end of the video asked proactively.

"No need." Zhang Yang looked at Director Rao, "Can you send someone to protect this place first?"

"No problem!" Director Rao nodded fiercely.

He promised Zhang Yang with all his heart, as if giving a military order.

He had already eaten all the cake Zhang Yang had drawn, not a single bite was left.

"Okay." Zhang Yang responded with a smile.

Xiao Chu happened to come back from making a phone call at this time, and Zhang Yang quickly caught him.

"How is it? What did your second uncle say?"

"Brother Yang, don't worry, my second uncle wants to see if there is really a golden mask." Xiao Chu pointed the phone at the tablet in Zhang Yang's hand anxiously.

"Old Chu, can you see clearly?" Chu Ziqiang couldn't suppress the excitement in his voice.

Lao Chu's voice came from the mobile phone: "Move to the left...Okay, let me take a look..."

Lao Chu kept writing for a while: "Is Zhang Yang here? I'll ask him."

"Zai Zai Zai." Xiao Chu quickly handed the phone to Zhang Yang, "Brother Yang, it's up to you."

"Just give it to me, don't rely on me." Zhang Yang took the phone wordlessly. At the other end of the video, Lao Chu was sitting on a chair with a fixed brace on his neck. This look was a bit funny to be honest.

But there was determination in Lao Chu's eyes that Zhang Yang had never seen before.

Hiss ~ determined eyes!

Zhang Yang knew that Lao Chu was in a very formal state.

"Zhang Yang, are you sure?"

"Of course."

"Don't we want this credit ourselves? We can use this golden mask as a stepping stone to build a more comprehensive archaeological team." Lao Chu asked again.

"That's not necessary." Zhang Yang replied without thinking.

"Why?" Lao Chu wanted to get to the bottom of it. He reminded Zhang Yang, "Cheng Zongwen and Mao Shiba are still intern team members. This is also an opportunity to become a regular member."

Zhang Yang thought carefully about Lao Chu's suggestion, and finally shook his head.

"It's impossible for the two of them to become regular employees. Director Chu, please stop lying to me. If two tomb robbers can become regular employees by helping find tombs, the value of our state-owned archaeological team will be too low."

"Hehe, you are sober." Old Chu tilted his neck and smiled appreciatively.

"I originally thought you had drifted away. Can you say something like permanent meal ticket casually? We don't have the word [permanent] here."

"Young man, you must remain calm no matter what the situation is. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." Zhang Yang nodded.

This was an old timer imparting experience, and it was Zhang Yang who was too excited to see the golden mask, and what he said was somewhat frivolous.

Fortunately, Lao Chu was calm.

Is it because you raise your head that you can think about problems from a higher perspective?

Zhang Yang stretched his neck unconsciously and asked with concern: "Old Chu, what's wrong with your neck?"

"Well... accident, purely accidental."

"He was acting crazy a few days ago. He was so excited that he fell off his chair and hit his neck on the leg of the mahjong table and twisted it." Xiao Chu revealed ruthlessly.

"Ah?" Zhang Yang looked at Lao Chu in shock.

An old man in his sixties had a bad beard while playing mahjong and twisted his neck. Who would believe this?

Lao Chu touched the protective gear around his neck with some embarrassment, and explained sarcastically: "What I just said was also meant to encourage each other."

"Encourage each other, encourage each other, you understand, right?"

"Yes, of course I understand." Zhang Yang took the initiative to help change the topic, "Then can you still help find someone now?"

"Why don't you rest your neck first?"

Lao Chu is a good person, so of course he walked down the steps, waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's okay to make a phone call. Zhang Yang, you guys go ahead and I'll call the State Administration of Cultural Heritage."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chu put away his phone and looked at Zhang Yang.

"Brother Yang, what did you do to me just now?"

"Oh, I let you..." Zhang Yang glanced in the direction of Old Man Jiang. The old man was still sitting there, as if nothing was wrong, but Zhang Yang turned his target back to him.

What was pushed to the bottom of the sinkhole was the coffin of the leader of the Bo people in the Ming Dynasty. What about the coffin that was chopped into firewood by Old Man Jiang?

Who is the owner of the coffin? Are there only nails buried inside?

"What do you mean?" Xiao Chu asked blankly.

"Tsk..." Zhang Yang frowned and pointed to the ground, "A golden mask was found in the coffin underground."

Zhang Yang deliberately added an accent to the word "coffin".

Smart Xiao Chu immediately realized, yes, coffin, Old Man Jiang also has a coffin!

And his coffin was also found in this sinkhole.

But what Zhang Yang said was so clear that even Director Rao understood it.

He and Xiao Chu walked to Old Man Jiang's side at the same time.

One person and one arm lifted Old Man Jiang up.

"What are you going to do?"

The old man finally felt the crisis and wanted to struggle, but the more he struggled, the more the two people around him felt that there was something wrong with the old man, and the tighter they held him.

In the end, Old Man Jiang collapsed on the ground in exhaustion and said with a sad face: "I have already told you, I have found the place for you, and I even went down to help you find some places. What else do you want?"

"Yes, what are you doing?" The village chief also stood up to uphold justice for the fellow villagers.

"Hehehe." Although Xiao Chu is on the righteous side, his smile is very evil, "Old Jiang, just give it up and tell us, what else did you find in the coffin?"

“There must be more than a few nails, right?”

"What? You opened the coffin and found something else?" The village chief looked shocked and walked up, pointing at Old Man Jiang and said, "Old Jiang, what you are doing is a bit unethical!"

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