Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

Lake Guadavida is the legendary Lake of Gold. If you come across ancient books related to Lake of Gold, you may find something unexpected if you buy them back and study them carefully.

Li Mo glanced around at the other ancient books and took out two to read, then handed them to Sona.

"I don't know what it says, but it's definitely not Spanish or English."

Li Mo thought to himself, I can also see this, and he used you to emphasize it.

"Mr. Li, do you want to buy this ancient book too?"

"Forget it, I won't buy it."

Li Mo put the two ancient books back, then stood up and continued walking forward. This big market is really big, and there are tourists coming and going as far as you can see. After following the flow of people for another twenty meters, what followed was rows of standard stalls instead of missing street stalls.

The history of Gobia is very short. The longest history of the indigenous Indian tribe was basically slowly destroyed during the colonial era. Then there were various social turmoils, and the time for true peaceful development was numbered.

Therefore, there are very few modern antiques and cultural relics that can be obtained. There are some things that Li Mo can't even figure out what they are and what they do.

"Miss Sona, what does that sign say?"

Li Mo stopped and pointed to a small sign erected on a stall.

"It means the cultural relics left by the Indian people."

After translating, Sona continued: "Mr. Li, these are basically lies. If they are really cultural relics left by the Indians, they would be worth a lot of money. There is no need to set up a stall to sell them."

Li Mo looked at the stall and asked, "What if these things were really dug out from the remains of an Indian tribe? If the official knew about this, would the person who excavated it violate local laws?"

"I don't know the specific laws, but I have also contacted some treasure hunters. What they mean is that if any treasure is found in the wild, it can be owned by an individual. What do you mean by the Indian relics?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just asked casually."

Li Mo picked up a black mask. The mask was full of wrinkles and had a sinister feel. He looked through it and asked, "How much does this cost?"

She probably didn't understand Li Mo's question, so Sona translated at the side.

"Mr. Lee, this mask is worth eight million pesos."

Eight million pesos is about fifteen thousand yuan. To say that this price is really not high in the domestic antique market, it may be related to the local economic development level, and the market value of antiques will also be greatly reduced.

"Mr. Li, if you want to buy it, can you negotiate the price?"

Sona kindly reminded me again, eight million pesos, which is almost half a year's salary.

"I don't know how to bargain. You can chop it for me."

Sona thought for a moment and waved to the boss. After a few chatter and exchanges, she finally looked at Li Mo with an apologetic look and said, "I tried my best, but the boss said the minimum is two million pesos."

Li Mo looked at the things on the stall and picked up two more items. They looked equally dark, a bit like wristbands on his arms. The surface was carved with complex patterns, which gave people a very ancient feeling.

“With these two pieces, the total is six million pesos.”

The boss is a man in his fifties or sixties. His clothes are a bit sloppy and his hands are rough. After listening to Sona's translation, he nodded repeatedly and seemed to be eager for him to pick two more items.

"Sona, the cash we carry is just for temporary use. Can we swipe cards and other transactions here?"

"Yes, but there is a 20% handling fee."

Damn it, the handling fee is too high. But it can only be like this, after all, the cash on my body needs to be guarded for small uses elsewhere.

"Okay, I'll pay the handling fee."

Li Mo also carried a card. The conversion method for transactions here is not to directly convert RMB into pesos, but to use U.S. dollars for conversion transactions.

The stall owner quickly called a woman in work clothes, holding a credit card machine and some receipts. The transaction was quickly completed. The boss packed the three items in a slightly dirty cloth bag, then nodded to Li Mo with a smile, revealing a pair of severely damaged yellow teeth.

"Hold it up."

Li Mo handed the bag to Qin Sijun, who took it and tried it before saying, "It's still a little heavy. What kind of antique is this? It's as black as if it had been buried in the ground for hundreds or thousands of years."

"It's definitely not there for thousands of years, almost five to six hundred years."

When Qin Sijun heard that it was five or six hundred years old, he immediately asked: "Are they really cultural relics left by indigenous Indians? But they are all dark and seem to have no historical value."

"Dark?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Mo's mouth, he shook his head and said: "They are not black, but made of gold. One mask, two arms and wrists. After restoring their true appearance, they are just sold as gold, and the total price is It can be sold for 40 million pesos. If it is sold as an antique, the value may be more than five times higher. Of course, this is my estimate. After all, I don’t know the antique trading environment here.”

Qin Sijun nodded. No wonder Li Mo would buy it. If it was made of gold, it would be a good deal to buy it. But Sona next to her looked disbelieving. Are those three black things made of gold? If you resell it, it can increase in value more than thirty-five times, which is a bit ridiculous.

Maybe he was a fool with a lot of money. Sona shook off the unreliable thoughts in her mind and looked at him as if he was not talking nonsense. Could it be that those three pieces were really antiques that had existed for hundreds of years?

The three of them continued to stroll around. There were also snacks and delicacies here, but when Li Mo saw what they made, he felt that those were dark snacks, and they had nothing to do with color, fragrance and taste. In the end, he bought a bottle of mineral water to drink.

Sona was reluctant to buy any snacks, and even water was a little reluctant to buy.

"Miss Sona, come with a bottle of water. We still have to stroll here for a long time."

Li Mo didn't ask her why, but just handed her a bottle of water.

"Mr. Li, the water here is twice as expensive as the water in other convenience stores."

"Really?" Li Mo didn't think it was expensive. Maybe drinking water in China is not cheap. No wonder she was a little reluctant to buy a bottle here. It turned out that the merchants took the opportunity to rip off customers.

When they walked to the end of a street, they turned a corner and saw an open space in front of them. There were many people gathered there, and laughter broke out from time to time.

"Let's go over there and see if they are also making fun games."

The three of them walked over and saw a table in the center of the venue. Ten meters away, there was a wooden board with red circles drawn in the middle of the board. There were ten weapons that looked like axes on the table. The boss was holding a microphone and talking passionately.

Then a burly man walked over, handed over five 10,000-peso bills, and picked up the first axe from the table. He tried to aim at the wooden sign ten meters away, and then threw it hard.

With a bang, the axe hit the wooden sign and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Li, this is a flying axe game that often appears on the streets. Each participant has to pay 50,000 pesos. There are ten chances. As long as one of them hits the center, you can get a reward of 500,000 pesos. If it hits other places, it will be invalid."

"Li Mo, that axe is also very strange."

"That is a pipe axe, also called an Indian tomahawk. The difference between it and the common axes we have is the hollowed-out heart shape on the axe blade. This is to hope for eternal peace and keep the axe away from bloody scenes of chopping and killing. But later, with the beginning of the colonial era, what happened to those Indians, you all know a little bit, it is a completely bloody history."

While Li Mo was explaining, the man had used up all ten chances and failed. The reason for the failure may be that the distance is a bit far. The power of the flying axe has weakened quickly when it crosses a distance of ten meters. In addition, due to the principle of parabola, it is inevitable that the Indian tomahawk cannot hit the bull's eye. The second is that the player did not find the feel, and the opportunity was used up.

This flying axe is extremely powerful as long as it is played well. Hundreds of years ago, Indians hunted with flying axes, and later fought with colonists with flying axes. You can imagine what it would be like if hundreds of powerful flying axes fell from the sky, treating them as wild beasts and killing them instantly.

The game is all about the atmosphere. Sure enough, when one person failed, another strong man came forward to try his luck.

"Sijun, you also want to try it? Ten chances, as long as you succeed once, you can earn 500,000 pesos, which is about 900 yuan."

Li Mo suggested that he try it, after all, he also had experience in throwing bombs, and the weapons were different, but the techniques of exerting force were similar.

"I want to try it too?"

Qin Sijun really wanted to try it.

"You go up and play next, and carry the things for me."

Li Mo took the cloth bag from him and gave him 50,000 pesos.

Although the people who were playing had hit the wooden sign with flying axes three times, they didn't hit the bull's eye, so they could only lose 50,000 pesos. This was a bit cold, and while the boss was still spitting, Qin Sijun walked over. Perhaps because he saw that he was a foreigner, the boss gave him a thumbs up after taking the money, signaling him to aim carefully before shooting.

As for whether Qin Sijun could understand, he was not interested in knowing.

Qin Sijun picked up an Indian tomahawk, which was a bit heavy. Looking at the wooden sign erected ten meters away, he frowned slightly. He tried it, got a feel for it, and then shot. The tomahawk flew ten meters away and hit it with a bang, with the same ending as the others.

There was a shout all around, Qin Sijun shook his head and picked up the second one.

Failed.

The third one also failed.

. . . . . . .

The tenth one flew in, but missed, failed.

Qin Sijun walked silently to Li Mo and whispered, "It's so fucking rip-off. The weights of the ten tomahawks are all different, so there's no chance to get a feel for them. And at a distance of ten meters, the closer you get to the end, the more you can feel the physical exhaustion."

"Fifty thousand pesos, ten chances, and a reward of five hundred thousand pesos for each hit. Do you think I'm stupid?" Li Mo patted him on the shoulder, "You still have to work hard."

Seeing his half-smile, Qin Sijun gritted his teeth and said, "Go up and get back at me."

"I'll go?"

"You go, but you can't lose face for our countrymen."

"Don't take it too seriously. Why do you even bring up the face of our countrymen? But I can still earn you some face. I'll try."

Li Mo handed him the cloth bag and the shoulder bag, then took out fifty thousand pesos and squeezed through the crowd.

The boss was very happy, and after a lot of passionate nonsense, he signaled Li Mo to start.

He picked up the first Indian tomahawk to try the weight, and waved it a few times to get a feel for it. More and more people gathered around, and they even began to urge him to act quickly and not to waste time.

Li Mo took a deep breath, and suddenly swung his hand. The battle axe flew over a distance of ten meters, and with a dull bang, it hit the bull's eye.

After a brief calm, cheers rang out all around. It was really beautiful, the speed and accuracy were simply amazing.

The boss's face darkened. Damn, he lost a lot on the first one. However, with so many people watching, he still showed his enthusiasm for it.

Li Mo picked up the second battle axe calmly. The weight was a little different. No wonder Qin Sijun said it was too deceptive.

The battle axe made a sound of breaking through the air, and an extremely dazzling parabola appeared. The second battle axe also hit the bull's eye with great force, and the wooden sign was shaking slightly.

"Beautiful."

Qin Sijun clenched his fist and cheered.

Sona's beautiful eyes became brighter and brighter. In her eyes, Li Mo seemed to be glowing. In the previous guessing number adventure game, he passed five levels and retreated at the peak of his power. I thought he was lucky. Just now, he bought three Indian antiques with a history of five or six hundred years. Now playing the flying axe game made her feel even more amazing.

That posture, that power, that speed, she was a little addicted for a moment.

Bang, bang, bang--

The next moment was Li Mo's most gorgeous performance. He did not hesitate and attacked continuously. The battle axes flew out one after another, and the sound of the wooden sign being hit by huge forces was endless.

And each battle axe hit the red star accurately. Ten battle axes almost filled the circle of red stars.

If you look closer, you will find that several clear cracks have appeared on the surface of the wooden sign.

It was so explosive that the crowd around gave Li Mo applause and cheers without hesitation.

The boss's smile was a bit bitter, and the smile was very forced. It seemed that his heart was bleeding. He had to take out 5 million pesos and hand it to Li Mo. This round lost 4.5 million pesos. The big market in the past two days was destined to lose blood.

This is another 5 million pesos?

Sona suddenly felt that this Chinese man was a bit mysterious. He looked like he was lucky, but in fact he really had some very powerful skills.

For example, this flying axe game is definitely a true manifestation of strength.

"Anyone who sees it will be rewarded."

Li Mo gave Sona ten 10,000-peso bills and Qin Sijun ten 10,000-peso bills.

"Thank you, Mr. Li, thank you, Mr. Li."

Sona thanked him repeatedly. Today, she had directly or indirectly received one million pesos in cash from him, which was equivalent to her salary for more than half a month.

Qin Sijun pinched the peso and put it in his pocket obediently.