The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

The same old-style big iron door, with a big padlock on top, except for the lock, the history of the door obviously predates 1945.

The rain also fell on and off for three days. A group of people worked as "wetland hunters" for three days. It didn't need to be uncomfortable, and they were tired like mules all day.

The entrance of the cave was finally cleaned up, and only one explosive was used, and the rest was completely relied on manpower.

No one is disturbed, and on a rainy day when the temperature is only ten degrees Celsius, this normal person will not come at all.

But this will be different from the snowmelt season in the first half of the year. Yachts will always appear several times a day on King Lake. In order to prevent the sound of explosions from spreading too far, some large stones weighing several thousand kilograms have to go up with more than a dozen people from the stone slope. Pry it down.

At this time, Zhang Nan was holding a bandage on his hand, and the blood bubble burst in his palm, and it hurt when he clenched a fist.

Looking at the big iron gate in front of him, he said to Alyosha who was holding the fire axe: "Smash it open."

The big guy stepped forward, swung his round arm and slammed down, and the padlock broke.

Several people stepped forward and made a "clang"!

"Fuck!"

The door did not open, but the passage opened: one side of the iron door was torn off, and the connection point was rusted early, but fortunately, no one was hit.

The flashlight shot in, similar to the mine last time, but there are traces of water seepage through the rock wall at the iron gate, no wonder the gate is not secure.

The passage is large enough, so I won't touch the other door on the side for now, so as not to hit it again.

There is no second explosion-proof door in front. There are piles of boxes piled up forty to fifty meters away, but they are not neatly arranged and a bit messy.

Zhang Nan had a bad premonition, feeling that the harvest this trip would not be as great as the previous mine.

Illuminated the ground with electricity, "Fortunately, the terrain inside is higher than the entrance of the cave."

This seepage water should not flow back in.

I thought to myself, here Alyosha and Qiu Bo had already walked in.

Unexpectedly, the mine was more than a hundred meters deep, and there was no way out: Zhang Nan and Xiang Weirong looked inside when the bodyguards were looking at the box outside.

The wooden boxes outside are almost all big ones, there are more than a dozen of them about two meters in length, and most of the others are about one meter square.

There are only a dozen smaller ones, and all the boxes are sealed with nails.

Guan Xingquan probably counted them, one in sixty.

No one did it, just wait for the boss to come out.

As soon as he came out, seeing everyone still waiting, Zhang Nan said, "Knock a few and take a look, be careful."

Davis had a pry bar and a sheep's head hammer in their hands, but they didn't do it stubbornly. They pried smaller boxes first, one by one.

There was a sound of "squeaky" and the panel opened.

"It's gold."

Davis took out something similar to the "Holy Grail" from the box: golden, full of patterns, more than twenty centimeters high, and weighing a few kilograms.

Except for the newcomers Randy, Linman and Daniel, the others have no surprises at all: it's all trivial.

Zhang Nan stepped forward and looked at it. A box was made of gold, including cups, bottles, and plates.

Some were still held in newspapers, and when they were opened, they contained similar gold objects. They all seemed to be related to religion, and they couldn't recognize whether they were Western European goods or Eastern European styles.

The newspapers are at the end of 44, and they are all yellowed: these newspapers can be used as collectibles.

Wrap it as it is, knock back the cover, and remove it.

Alyosha and Randy, who are porters, said, "There is a seventy or eighty kilogram."

For gold, that's the weight.

I pried more than a dozen relatively small wooden boxes with gold or silver objects inside. The good news is that gold objects account for the majority.

And Guan Xingquan finally figured out the possible origin of this batch of things: many newspapers used for packaging are local newspapers in East Prussia, indicating that these things are likely to come from the Kaliningrad region of the Soviet Union today.

All the small boxes were moved aside, Alyosha pried open one of the largest rectangular boxes and found that it was covered with a large amount of shockproof cotton cloth and paper scraps.

After cleaning up a little, the big guy looked at the contents a little dumbfounded, "Boss, what is this?"

A board with an angel pattern on it, red and yellow in color, looks like resin.

But the analogy is not accurate: it still smells like jade under the light, but it is different from jade. It seems to be put together piece by piece, and it has been finely carved.

One side of the board is still inlaid with gold edges, but the other three sides are bare: Alyosha also illuminates the lower edge with a flashlight, and the bottom board seems to be wood, which adds up to five or six centimeters thick.

Zhang Nan leaned forward and took a look with a flashlight, slowly frowning, and his expression became more and more serious.

"Pry two more!"

With a serious tone, the bodyguards immediately started, and two large boxes were knocked open again, and there were such thick boards that were neither gold nor jade. There are five layers in each box, and each board weighs about 100 kilograms.

The length is 1.8 meters, the width is less than one meter, and the thickness plus the bottom plate is about 6 cm. The volume of each board is about 0.1 cubic points. After the weight is lifted, it is about 100 kilograms. This is a single box. The weight is more than 500 kilograms!

Alyosha is still on the side: "If you want to move, you have to come piece by piece, otherwise you can't move it."

Zhang Nan didn’t bother to check other boxes. He sat down on a wooden box with goldware~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and cursed his mother: "Hitler of the dog day, let me find this stuff." What are you doing?

Fuck-your 18th generation ancestor! ..."

When the words were spoken, everyone was amazed: Mandarin was used in the front, and a lot of curses in English on the right, "Fak, Fak" endless!

"what happened?"

Xiang Weirong asked, and he could hear that my brother-in-law was really cursing, and he was very annoyed!

Zhang Nan looked up and said annoyed: "I promised Nicole that I would give the most precious thing I found this time to the child in her stomach as a gift, but..."

Pointing to the big boxes, he said: "Mom, a ba-zi, how can I give this stuff to my child!"

Whoever has this thing is the old birthday star hangs himself and looks for death! "

"Boss, what is this?"

It was Alyosha who was curious to ask, which also represented the thoughts of everyone else here.

I really don't know what this is!

It's not a diamond, it's not gold, it's not a famous painting, it's like a sculpture, but I don't see what material it is.

It looks worth a bit of money, but the weight is not particularly large, it shouldn't be a gem or something.

Zhang Nan stared at Alyosha, and got all his personal bodyguards a bit unclear: the boss looked at him like an idiot!

"Alyosha, are you from the Russian nationality?"

"I am Russian, Chinese."

Alyosha emphasized: We are a good soldier dedicated to the party by a red star!

"Okay, Russian. I’m Alyosha. It’s not surprising that others don’t know what this is. You, a Russian, don’t know what this is?

Killed with a piece of tofu! "

Alyosha looked confused, "Boss, I really don't know him."

"This is the Amber Palace!"

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