Tomb Raiders View Shan Taibao

Chapter 18 The Return
"Brother? Why are you back? Come into the house."

Seeing Feng Sijiu standing in front of his house, still carrying the bamboo basket, but in a changed Taoist robe, the old Daoist of Jin Zhai Lei Tan felt a little surprised.

"Senior brother, I'm leaving, so come to see you again?"

Hearing what Feng Sijiu said, the old Taoist was full of question marks, didn't he already leave before, why did he come back and say he was leaving again?

Feng Sijiu didn't explain too much, just took out a bag of things from his arms, because it was wrapped in coarse cloth, so the old man didn't see clearly what was in there.

"Senior brother, you take this thing and look at it when you enter the house. I'm leaving."

Feng Sijiu passed the thing over like this, and took the old Taoist's hand to catch it. The old Taoist looked dazed, and waited for the reaction.

Feng Sijiu had already walked seven or eight meters away, feeling the weight of the cloth bag in his hand, the old Taoist looked at Feng Sijiu's back and shouted:

"Brother, be careful on the road."

The old Taoist's son on the side was giggling, Feng Sijiu didn't look back, but just stretched out his hand and swung it back and forth. Not long after, he had already left Jinfengzhai.

The old Taoist pulled the silly son into the house, then closed the door, put the things on the table, and opened them slowly, waiting to see clearly the things wrapped in cloth.

The whole person was already stunned, and then his lips trembled slightly, and he whispered softly:
"Junior brother, it turns out that you are fighting backwards."

Jin Zhai Lei Tan was originally engaged in the business of eating the dead. Of course, it was different from Dao Dou, what they were doing was drawing talismans and driving corpses.

Although there have been some people in this industry who used corpses to transport contraband and earn black-hearted money, which is no worse than those who fight against others, but no matter how you say it, 36 lines of tomb robbery are king.

Looking at the three artifacts on the table at this moment, the old Daoist had a melancholy expression on his face, he didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow, it seemed that his junior brother who came out halfway was not an easy one.

Looking at the direction of Pingshan, Chen Yulou, Partridge Whistle and others have already entered the tomb, as for the Yuan Dynasty general in the tomb.

Feng Sijiu wasn't worried at all, they wouldn't be able to deal with it, that is, if the corpse turned into a "male miasma", it would probably make them suffer a bit.

Well, everything has been done, then, you can go back, after all, he Feng Sijiu not only has the status of Guanshan Taibao, he is also a civil servant...

Call up the virtual panel, and click Confirm on Return to the World.

Immediately, Feng Sijiu disappeared from the spot. At this moment, a breeze blew the treetops by the roadside, making the sound of rustling leaves.

The main world, O City.

In the not-so-spacious rental house, Feng Sijiu, who had disappeared for nearly six days, reappeared suddenly, but the furnishings and things in his house remained unchanged.

It's just that the clothes Feng Sijiu was wearing and the bamboo basket on his back proved that everything he experienced before was not a dream.

Fortunately, Feng Sijiu didn't have any close friends in Macao City, and almost always lived alone, and the landlord basically couldn't contact him until the rent was collected at the end of the month.

So he disappeared for so many days, no one should know about it, but in this world, there are still some nerds these days.

What's more, he is still an incompetent writer, and there is nothing wrong with writing at home all day.

Thinking of his identity as a writer, Feng Sijiu thought of a more important thing. It has been so many days since he copied the first chapter of Gui Chuu Deng to Wenxuan Publishing House.

Could it be that the draft was overdue, and someone called him afterwards but he was not there? I just thought of this.

Suddenly, the phone on the wall next to it jingled, jingling ~ rang.

Feng Sijiu hurriedly put down the bamboo basket behind him, then picked up the phone, only to hear a sweet girl from the opposite side:

"Hello, is this Mr. Feng Sijiu?"

"Yes, it's me."

Hearing that it was Feng Sijiu who answered the phone, the woman on the other side breathed a sigh of relief, because they hadn't been able to contact Feng Sijiu these days.

The most important thing is that the editor-in-chief would come to ask almost every day if he had contacted Feng Sijiu.

Needless to say, the editor-in-chief attaches great importance to the works of Mr. Feng Sijiu. She just calmed down and continued to say:

"Mr. Feng, hello, it's like this. The work you submitted to our Wenxuan Publishing House has been finished. When will you have time, can you come over? It's about the follow-up of the work and the contract."

Feng Sijiu raised his eyes to look at the wall clock on the wall, saw that it was around three o'clock in the afternoon, which was still very early, so he replied:

"Okay, I'll go there later."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Sijiu looked down at the clothes on his body, so he had no choice but to enter the bathroom, take a shower and change clothes before going.

Wenxuan Publishing House, editor's office, Hu Tao is currently reviewing the first chapter of Ghost Blowing Lamp for the nth time.

"Interesting, it's really interesting. This forty-nine letter has two brushes. I want to know more and more what will happen when I go to the ancient city of Jingjue."

Hu Tao, who was immersed in his book, was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door, and he came in without raising his head.

"Editor Hu, I contacted Mr. Feng, who wrote Ghost Blowing Lanterns, and he agreed to come to the bookstore later."

When Hu Tao heard this, he raised his head in surprise and asked in surprise:
"Really? Well done, Xiaomei, your bonus will be increased by 100 this month."

"Thank you, thank you editor-in-chief!"

Feng Sijiu took a rickshaw to Wenxuan Publishing House at [-]:[-] pm. As soon as he entered, he was suddenly stopped by a middle-aged fat man and asked if he was Feng Sijiu.

Feng Sijiu nodded subconsciously, and was then pulled into the editor's office.

Looking at the enthusiastic fat editor-in-chief in front of him, to be honest, Feng Sijiu was actually a little dazed.

"My humble Hu Tao is the editor-in-chief of this bookstore. Teacher Feng's ghost blowing lamp is really good."

It was the first time in Feng Sijiu's life that someone called him a teacher. To be honest, he was a little flattered, so he could only say a few polite words.

"It's Mr. Feng like this. Our book club has two contract models, one is to buy out the copyright, and the other is to cooperate in copyright."

To be honest, even though Feng Sijiu has no money, as long as he sells the things at home, no matter how poor he is, he cannot be poor enough to write a book.

But he turned on the golden finger because he wrote Ghost Blowing the Lantern, and now he has personally robbed the tomb again, and he will be inseparable from Daodou in the future. How should I put it, it should be left as a side job in this world.

After all, I can't be rich in the future, so I either have nothing to do or go to work?

"I choose, copyright cooperation."

"Mr. Feng, this copyright cooperation can only give you two levels of income, or you should choose..."

"I reject."

Hu Tao was taken aback for a moment, why did he refuse before he finished speaking?Ten minutes later, Feng Sijiu read the contract and signed it.

"Teacher Feng, may I ask, have you finished writing the chapter on Ghost Blowing the Lantern and Exquisite Ancient City? If so, please give us the manuscript, and we can publish the book together next week."

There is a kind of booklet in Macao City that is very attractive to young people, that is, a small book that is thinner and smaller than ordinary books, almost a hunger marketing book.

So Hu Tao's book publishing is the real book publishing. As for whether the tens of thousands of words in the first part are enough for readers to read, that is not a matter for Feng Sijiu to consider.

"Sorry, I haven't written it yet. If there is a manuscript, I will submit it as soon as possible."

Hearing this, Hu Tao's begging heart was instantly broken. By the time Feng Sijiu returned to the rental house, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

After he came out of Wenxuan Publishing House in the afternoon, he went to eat, bought some beef, and went to the Dishui Hall of Xu's family, a family of tomb robbers, to do some errands.

That is, to sign up for tomorrow's martial arts competition for Nu Qingji, although Feng Sijiu now has the magic weapon brought from Pingshan in his hand, he dare not take it rashly.

After all, a poor boy who came out of the mountains became rich without any reason. If a batch of artifacts appeared out of nowhere, one must know that the city of Macao is the most prosperous city in the antique industry.

If Feng Sijiu dared to directly sell the pearl tent today, he would be dug out within a day. The eyes of the three Tomb Raiders are not for nothing.

Although those three families also made their fortunes by robbing tombs, they dared to sell newly unearthed artifacts of unknown origin without passing through the lamas.

That's just a place to smash others. After all, whether this thing is a collection or an excavation, Feng Sijiu can only be said to be a rookie when it comes to antique appreciation.

So helpless, with not much money in his pocket, he can only sacrifice the Nuqing chicken to fight for himself. Although he is weak now, in the future, the villa on the top of the mountain will definitely have his own place in the city of Australia!
(End of this chapter)