Starting My Treasure Hunting In England

"Ah, I have a headache. It seems that going to bed too late is not a good thing." The next morning, Liang En woke up from the guest room of Carlos Manor and shook his head to wake himself up.

Last night, he chatted with this group of people until very late. But the harvest is also very great.

At least the old man Hans, who runs various art businesses, said that if Liang En has good things in the future, he can sell them directly to him, which means that Liang En has now opened up a new sales channel.

The next week, I spent a leisurely Christmas vacation in Yellowstone National Park. At the end of the vacation, his father also helped him find a reliable manpower.

"Do you remember Fan Meng? He is your Uncle Fan's son." Liang En's father said on the phone. "He is back now, so your Uncle Fan entrusted me to help him find a job."

"Fan Meng, Uncle Fan's son - ah, I remember it." Liang En suddenly remembered the person his father was talking about.

In the early years, there were very few Chinese Americans in Ireland, and this Uncle Fan was a good friend their family had met before, an Indonesian Chinese. Because he was discriminated against, he immigrated here with his parents since he was a child.

The two families met by accident. Liang En's father, who had just arrived, was defrauded by an ABC when buying seeds and almost lost all his money. Fortunately, Uncle Fan came to help and was able to recover most of the losses and bring the scammer to justice. Law.

After that time, Liang En's family established a deep friendship with Uncle Fan's family. For example, the best dishes from their farm are sold to Fan's Restaurant.

Fan Meng is the second eldest son of the Fan family, but unlike his sister, who was eventually admitted to Oxford, and his brother, who has a talent for cooking and spends all day studying in the kitchen, he is not good at studying and does not like cooking.

When he was in middle school, he was one level older than Liang En. Because the relationship between the two families was relatively good, and they both liked the military, the relationship between the two was also good.

Later, because Fan Meng was in good health and courageous. So after graduating from high school and not going to college, I locked myself in my room and thought about it for a week, and then I chose to go to France to join the Foreign Legion.

After he joined the legion, Liang En still kept in touch with him. However, because the foreign legion was often deployed overseas, Liang En could only chat with him for more than ten minutes in one or two months on average.

Considering that the other party is one year older than him, he has just completed his five-year contract. Obviously, the other party did not choose to become a non-commissioned officer and become a professional soldier, but chose to retire.

"Mengzi, what are you doing now?" After hanging up the phone from his father, Liang En directly called Fan Meng's new number. As soon as the call was connected, noisy voices were heard, mixed with the sound of cooking.

"I've been fine since I retired from the Foreign Legion. Now I help my dad's store drive and sell goods. Anyway, the store has dividends from my shares and retirement compensation. So I'm just messing around like this for the time being."

Mandarin with a southern Cantonese accent came from the microphone. As an Indonesian Chinese, his Chinese is indeed much better than most second- and third-generation Chinese overseas.

"By the way, I heard from my dad that you made a fortune recently and even bought the ranch next door to your home. Is this true?" After a few pleasantries, Fan Meng asked carelessly.

"It's true, but it's just like buying a lottery ticket. It depends purely on luck. That's why I spent most of the money to buy that ranch. After all, for us Chinese, land is the most valuable thing."

"That's right." Fan Meng nodded, then changed the topic. "By the way, you're not just looking for me to chat now. I guess my old man wants you to help me find a job."

"Uh - you guessed it right." Liang En admitted directly. "My business is getting busier and busier now, and I can't do it alone, so I need a reliable person to help -"

Next, Liang En briefly described the nature of his work. When he was searching in the wild, Fan Meng interrupted him many times and asked about something he had vaguely mentioned.

"Okay, buddy, I'll do it with you." Although Liang En jumped over things like fighting with a black gun dealer and didn't say anything about it, Fan Meng had worked in the Foreign Legion for so many years, so he could naturally pick up some clues. .

"My work here is tiring, and sometimes it's dangerous -" Liang En finally warned out of habit, but was interrupted by Fan Meng before he could finish his words.

"It's okay. How dangerous can it be on the battlefield?" Fan Meng said nonchalantly, "It's settled. Give me a call when you return to Dublin, and I'll pick you up at the airport."

After the two made an appointment, Liang En continued his journey in Yellowstone National Park. It was not until two days later that he flew back to Dublin.

"Mengzi, we meet again." After walking out of the airport with his luggage, Liang En first saw Fan Meng holding a sign in the waiting area, and then the two people patted each other's shoulders.

"Yes, we haven't seen each other for two years since we met once when I came back from vacation last time." Fan Meng showed a smile on his face, and then raised a scar on the side of his cheek, which looked like an iron tower. The back of the body looks a bit ferocious.

Unlike Liang En, Fan Meng's mother is an Eastern European immigrant. So he used to look quite handsome, even a bit like the leading actor in Twilight.

But now, the scar on the right face has completely destroyed the original feeling of being a little girl.

"What's going on with you?" Liang En asked looking at the scar on Fan Meng's face. "It's just a shrapnel. In order to protect my injured comrades, I didn't have time to protect my handsome face." Fan Meng said nonchalantly.

"And I was really lucky at that time. If it were a little higher, my eyes would be damaged. And if it was a little lower, you would probably have to wear white chrysanthemums when you see me."

On the way back, Liang En told Fan Meng something similar to the exchange of fire with a black gun dealer in the wilderness, and then said it seriously. "Contrary to what you originally thought, this is a job that requires patience and is dangerous—"

"I can completely accept this." Fan Meng shrugged and said, "Actually, your job is much easier and safer than I thought - by the way, what is the main specific work I will do next?"

"Relax, I will mainly do the professional work. You only need to help me drive, carry, and dig. Of course, sometimes you may need to pay attention to security work." Liang En said while driving the car.

"Of course, it would be better if you know other skills. After all, this kind of work will take you to the wild, and having one more skill will be of great benefit."

"I can use metal detectors, build bunkers and repair vehicles." Fan Meng said, "I used to spend four months a year overseas performing peacekeeping or anti-terrorism missions, and I was an armored vehicle driver for the amphibious force, so I have mastered the skills More."

"This is great. You know I had a lot of problems during my last fieldwork—" Liang En complained after hearing Fan Meng's words.

Soon, the two people came to Liang En's parents' farm. After greeting the family, they moved the things Liang En had stored at home from the warehouse to the underground warehouse of his newly purchased ranch.