777米奇影

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Unbelievable!” exclaimed a voice, “Lee Dingguo truly exceeded all expectations! He claimed a man’s life and offered his head as a tribute to Zhang Xianzhong.”

“Using someone else’s banner, no less?” questioned a second voice, “As a tribute?”

“It’s akin to a cold-blooded, calculated killing, isn’t it?”

“Whether Zhang Xianzhong was a hero or villain, his resistance against the Manchu Tatars deserves acknowledgment!” declared a third voice.

“It’s a tragedy that Lee Dingguo’s life was cut short. Had he lived, the Manchu Tatars might not have been so audacious, right?”

“There’s a plethora of affluent descendants from the Manchu Eight Banners.

The host could potentially amass a fortune from them!”

“Absolutely, particularly those descendants from the White Banner, they would undoubtedly want to purchase this.”

Luo Feng, however, remained silent. He meticulously rolled up the white banner and stored it inside the chest. Despite it not being an intricate painting or calligraphy, the sheer rarity of the flag elevated its value, surpassing that of many acclaimed artists’ masterpieces.

Minutes later, several helicopters arrived as anticipated.

It was the aviation company Luo Feng had enlisted, tasked with the job of transporting the gold, silver, and gem-laden treasure chests back home.

Whenever Luo Feng unearthed and transported historical relics, he enlisted the local military or armed police units for protection. The cost was offset through donations rather than direct payments. However, irrespective of personal wealth, such support was inaccessible to private individuals unless they possessed something of national importance.

The cultural relics discovered by Luo Feng, although his own, were of such significance that the government would not, or rather, could not risk any harm befalling them. Presently, the handling of the cultural relics was manageable. If they were significant national treasures like jade seals or dings, the government would not even wait for Luo Feng’s invitation – they’d have deployed fighter jets and tanks on their own accord.

Most of the treasure this time comprised gold, silver, and precious gems. The most significant items were arguably Nikan’s skull and the first banner of the Qing Dynasty – in strict terms, it could be considered the inaugural national flag of the Qing Dynasty.

Upon witnessing Luo Feng transporting the treasure, the bystanders, initially hopeful of a stroke of luck, deflated like pricked balloons. Their enthusiasm had completely evaporated.

After all, not only had Luo Feng unearthed a treasure, but Jiang Biehe, at

Puzhao Temple, had also extracted dozens of chests filled with treasures. Everyone wondered if all their efforts were in vain. Were all the treasures gone?

Nonetheless, a handful of stubborn skeptics persisted in their search within the mountains, but their efforts were fruitless. Luo Feng considered that next time, if there were a small quantity of treasures, he might permit them to dig for it as a kind of welfare – they were deserving of some pity.

After several days of diligent work, more than a thousand chests of treasure were all transported. Luo Feng then reboarded his yacht. Setting a steady course, he sailed towards Yingtian.

Over the seven days, Luo Feng lived in utmost comfort. In his room, he and Li Shishi explored a plethora of scenes and role-play scenarios. From the couch to the balcony, then to the kitchen, they spent their time delightfully.

Most importantly, Li Shishi felt entirely secure during these days, without the need for any form of protection. This allowed Luo Feng to act with more freedom. Every time, they would directly… Well, those in the know, know.

“We finally made it to Jiangnan!” Luo Feng exclaimed.

“I’ll take a few days off! Everyone, wait for my lottery announcement!”

During the week-long sail along the river back home, Luo Feng also salvaged cultural relics. However, they were items of minimal value, being discarded rings and the like.

After the broadcast, Luo Feng dined with the rich second-generation heirs before they all departed. They needed to go home and visit their families. They could not spend all their days in pursuit of treasures, after all. It was time for a well-deserved vacation.

Li Shishi stayed behind. Luo Feng brought her home to meet his parents, and she even visited Luo Feng’s museum. Luo Feng introduced Li Shishi as a member of the treasure hunting team visiting his home. Naturally, An Peng also came over. This ensured Li Shishi would not feel out of place.

In reality, An Peng understood he was merely there to accompany them; the main objective was for the pair to subtly express their affection. An Peng, however, brought along his girlfriend, a flight attendant who was quite the charmer. This wealthy playboy, with 16 million in assets, was simply toying with such a woman.

Currently, Luo Feng’s museum boasted a diverse collection of artifacts.

Different sections housed varying categories of cultural relics. The Tyrannosaurus Rex, exhibited in the largest hall, was the daily crowd puller.

Upon returning home, Luo Feng promptly contacted the CEO of Douyin. Mr. Zhang was exceedingly polite to Luo Feng. After all, Luo Feng was affluent, well-connected, and even a government-endorsed superstar. These factors together rendered him a figure of significant importance, warranting respect from all quarters.

Regarding the lottery, Luo Feng discussed it with Douyin’s CEO. The prizes included 100 ginseng roots and various gold and silver ingots, in addition to thousands of other gifts.

“Let’s freshen up, Shishi, and then we can tour the museum together!” Luo Feng suggested.

At an outside hotel, Luo Feng hadn’t returned home the previous night. He spent a few hours playing poker with Li Shishi on the expansive water bed of a couple-themed hotel. In the morning, they even engaged in a spot of morning exercise. The couple enjoyed a shared bath, rested for a while, and then drove to the museum.

“Isn’t that some of Jiangnan’s renowned calligraphers?” Luo Feng pondered aloud upon spotting a large group upon entering the museum. “Isn’t that Wang Yousheng?” “And Li Fuming, the president of the China Calligraphy Association?”

“Is that Luo Feng I spy?

“Luo Feng, you’ve been off for a few days, when do you plan to resume treasure hunting?” another queried..