777米奇影

“Amazing! Host, you’re really remarkable!”

“Indeed, forgetting something this crucial isn’t an option. I’m thoroughly impressed!”

“Hurry up, I’m eager to see the legendary Boss Cao once the coffin opens!”

“Rumor has it Boss Cao was quite short. If we find his remains, all our questions will be answered!”

At these words, the excitement in the air was palpable. What did Boss Cao really look like? Everyone was keen to find out. Although the coffin’s opening might only reveal a pile of bones, modern technology offers the possibility of reconstructing one’s original appearance from skeletal remains. While the reconstructed image might not mirror Cao Cao’s true likeness, it would still be a conjecture grounded on the skeletal framework, offering more reliability than inherited portraits.

The coffin, constructed of golden Phoebe nanmu wood, appeared nine-layered from its external dimensions. Guided by Luo Feng and assisted by the archaeologists present, the coffins were systematically unsealed. Upon opening the outer eight layers, the inner coffin emerged. Luo Feng carefully pushed open the coffin lid, his eyes met by a body swathed in golden-threaded jade, startlingly well-preserved.

“He’s so short!” A younger man exclaimed impulsively.

“Indeed, historical accounts suggest Boss Cao was rather short, which is consistent with this finding,” Luo Feng responded with a faint smile. Historical records placed Boss Cao’s height around 1.6 meters. “My god! Is this really Boss Cao in person?”

“He’s genuinely short!”

“If Boss Cao were alive today, he’d probably struggle to find a wife.” “If he were alive today, he could switch goddesses daily!”

“Exactly, whether or not Cao Cao declared himself an emperor, given his familial status, even a man standing 1.3 meters tall could switch goddesses daily, ones you could only dream of!”

Cao Cao’s father, Cao Song, held a significant position in court. In today’s context, he would be akin to a second-generation official, exceptionally affluent. It was not a question of what kind of woman a man of such stature could not have. At his beck and call, women would flock, perhaps for his handsome looks or his wealth. Liking someone for their money might seem basic, while preferring handsome men may seem noble, but both are prerequisites for affection. If either is absent, affection is unlikely. This indicates that it isn’t you the person is attracted to, but your wealth or physical appeal. Is lust noble? Is wealth basic? If a woman is attracted to a handsome man, she likes him as a person. Similarly, if a man admires a beautiful woman, is it lustful?

“Master Gu Santong, the subsequent steps are entrusted to your archaeological team!” Looking at the golden-threaded jade clothing in the coffin, Luo Feng was not as thrilled as he was initially, having previously discovered similar items in the tomb of Zhao Gao.

By late afternoon, several helicopters soared from the mountain’s base. Luo Feng observed from a distance as people from various backgrounds arrived.

Some were there to assist Luo Feng in transporting the artifacts, while others were influential figures from different places. After greeting a few characters,

Luo Feng extended a warm welcome to Wu Bo, the chairman of Du Kang Liquor Company.

“Mr. Luo, hello, I’m Wu Bo, the chairman of Du Kang Liquor Company. Could you possibly sell me some of the Du Kang wine from the tomb?”

In response, Luo Feng asked, “How many of them are you looking to purchase?”

Wu Bo, visibly excited by the prospect of a deal, said, “Any quantity is acceptable! It largely depends on your decision, Mr. Luo!”

Given that it was Du Kang wine, even securing a single jar would be a tremendous advantage. It was common knowledge that Luo Feng was selective with his sales, not hesitating to decline even an emperor.

“I’ll offer you ten jars, priced at thirty million. Is that agreeable to you?”

If any other liquor enterprise had approached, Luo Feng would have declined outright. However, considering the Du Kang Liquor Company’s reputation and a shared belief in the old saying, ‘a gentleman loves to benefit others’, a few jars of wine held no exceptional value to Luo Feng, and he was content selling them and retaining some for personal use.

“Of course, the price isn’t a problem!” Wu Bo, unexpectedly pleased with the smooth negotiation, cautiously inquired: “So, Mr. Luo, what about the bronze cups?

“Not for sale!”

“Well, that’s unfortunate!”

Wu Bo, expecting rejection, was not taken aback. He was not being greedy, he was merely asking whether Luo Feng would consider selling the bronze cups. If this was interpreted as greed, it would be quite unjust.

That evening, additional aircrafts arrived, carrying figures from various societal sectors, along with the national archaeological team summoned by Gu Santong. Once the site was handed over to Gu Santong for management and excavation, Luo Feng and the affluent second-generation heirs descended the mountain.

They enjoyed a full three days of rest. Luo Feng spent the majority of this time in his hotel room, where Li Shi Shi discreetly joined him, and the two reveled in each other’s company for several days. The pressure they had suppressed was now wholly released..