Tomb Robbery: Successor to the King, starting in Yunnan Worm Valley

Chapter 462 Qiuzhong
  But then I thought about it, Fatty Wang was now a man with property and a house in the capital.

Wang Ye will also continue to distribute dividends to Fatty Wang.

Just the amount of South China Sea Moon Pearl is enough for Fatty Wang to eat in several lifetimes.

It doesn't seem like there's anything pitiful about it?

Fatty Wang is worse than Hu Bayi who is short of money.

Lao Hu spent most of the money he received.

Basically it was given to the families of the fallen and injured comrades.

Of course, Wang Ye also arranged a house in Beijing and shares in a store in Xiangjiang for Lao Hu.

It is impossible to be poor without being poor.

This piece of good stuff was going to be cheaper for Wang Ye in the end.

Fatty Wang can't take many things with him.

No matter how powerful you are, a person's power is limited.

How much can Fatty Wang put in his backpack, and how much can he carry?

This is why Fatty Wang couldn't be happy when he looked at the treasures all over the yard.

The fat man was used to being poor and couldn't bear to waste things. He felt sad when he thought that so many good things could not be shipped out.

Wang Ye couldn't stand it anymore and walked up to Fatty Wang's ear.

"Cousin, don't worry, these good things won't be wasted. I will have a way to get them out when the time comes."

After finishing speaking, Fatty Wang's eyes lit up.

"That's good. It's okay. Cousin, even if you get it out, it's your fault. I'm not jealous at all. I just don't want to see good things being buried."

Wang Ye grinned with a pure and sincere smile, "Cousin, I understand you, but don't worry, you can't be poor even if you want to be poor by following me."

After saying that, Wang Ye started to take action.

The overall space volume in the imaginary number space is much larger than the entire Dixian Village.

It's not a big deal to put such a small amount in.

As long as Wang Ye passed by these treasures, almost in the blink of an eye, these treasures had been moved into the imaginary number space by Wang Ye.

The things inside the Feng family's old house are not the same as the tens of thousands of antiques outside.

There are tens of thousands of antiques out there that are easy to sell, but the unit prices are not particularly high.

Even now, things cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, and very few can reach seven figures.

Even if the quantity is too much, adding one piece would cost several hundred million.

For Lei Xianming's daily operation of antique shops and auction houses in Xiangjiang, the role is still not small.

After all, when opening a store and doing business, everything cannot be top quality.

In that case, the customer base will be too limited and it will not be conducive to expanding influence.

Putting tens of thousands of serious antiques from the late Ming Dynasty there is something that most antique shops cannot do.

Things like these are different in the Feng family's old residence.

Just for the jade flowers and trees in the backyard garden, any one of them would cost upwards of seven figures.

Some of these high-quality products are placed in auction houses. If one or two pieces are successfully operated, they can surpass the thousands of pieces in front of them.

Wang Ye's harvest is conservatively estimated to be worth more than one billion.

Of course, this is an approximate estimate based on Wang Ye's later memories.

According to the price at that time, if it were operated at an auction house in Hong Kong, Hong Kong paper worth hundreds of millions would be no problem.

Wang Ye invested this money back into the country and invested it in the domestic production and construction. In the next 20 to 30 years, it is not a big problem to increase the value by hundreds of times.

Wang Ye had already begun to search for treasures while thinking about how to spend the money in the future.

At this moment, Wang Ye truly realized that when there is too much money, it ceases to be money.

Now Wang Ye retired on the spot and stopped doing anything. The wealth in his hand was enough for him to spend three to four hundred years living and drinking on White Dragon King Island. No matter how big the house is, it only takes three feet to sleep.

No matter how well you eat, you only need three meals a day.

What do you do after you have a yacht, island courtyard, private jet, villa, and bungalow?
  Wang Ye began to think.

But these things are still a bit far away at the moment.

Just as Fatty Wang said, if he doesn't think of a way to take these things out, the Jingling Armor of Nine Deaths will be broken by then.

The entire Dixian Village may not still exist. Anyway, these things will be completely buried underground and directly wasted.

Wang Ye collected various rare treasures in the backyard, but Professor Hu Bayi, Sun Professor Shirley Yang and others were not very interested in these.

These people have loftier goals.

At this time, the eyes of these people were all attracted by a huge shadow in front of the backyard.

This shadow is not particularly visible from a distance.

However, the appearance of such a large shadow in the back garden is very unnatural.

No matter whether it is pavilions, terraces, pavilions or rockery, it is impossible to have this shape.

Not to mention the pavilions and pavilions, the rockery is also thin and wrinkled. This thing is a big black lump, which looks like a huge steamed bun.

When several people came closer, they used flashlights to shoot up and down, and then they could see clearly.

It turned out to be a huge graveyard.

This size can no longer be described as a tomb. To be more precise, it should be called a mound or mausoleum.

In addition, there are also seals, forest guards, and Shinto.

There is even a bright tower on the top of the round tomb like a steamed bun.

This operation made Professor Hu Bayi, Sun Professor Shirley Yang and others stunned.

Naturally, Hu Bayi and others have seen Minglou before.

The first big tomb that Wang Ye, Hu Bayi and others visited was the Tomb of King Xian.

The operation of the bright tower and the top of the tomb of King Xian is even more exaggerated.

Built directly "in the sky", it is actually on the top of a cliff, surrounded by clouds and waterfalls of water vapor, which is similar to a palace in the sky.

But the bright building in front of me is very strange.

Generally speaking, Minglou is a building used by later generations for worship and remembrance.

So after all, it is for living people, and the building itself will be relatively tall.

The one in front of me is not. It's only over two feet high. It's just for decoration. People can't get in, even if they bend down. The door is too narrow.

In other words, this thing is not for living people to enter.

But if you want to say it's crude and rough, it's not.

This bright building is built with jade stones.

The material itself is already fine white jade, and the carving is particularly good.

The beautiful buildings and jade buildings, with cornices and brackets, look decent, giving off the feeling of a wealthy family.

But it was such an unruly Minglou that completely deceived both Professor Hu Bayi Sun and Shirley Yang.

What's going on?
  I can’t understand it, but I’m very shocked.

This place can be regarded as a fairy village in Coffin Mountain. There are mountains in the ground, houses in the mountains, and graves in the houses. What is in the graves?
  Hu Bayi has seen a lot of tombs, and Shirley Yang has also visited many tombs.

Professor Sun has been doing archaeological work for decades. Although he is not on the front line of excavation, he also spends time on the front line studying ancient writings.

This kind of interlocking, Russian nesting doll-like setting has really never been seen before.

Hu Bayi's skills of dividing gold and fixing acupoints, searching for dragons and looking at mountains, cannot be used here at all.

(End of this chapter)