8 o'clock in the evening

Neon lights are everywhere in St. Helier, and most tourists gather at the bars in the port at this time.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, this small Chinese supermarket on Jersey had closed early. After all, for Old Dong, when the store was opened, it was all up to his mood.

A large bowl of scallion oil noodles with secret braised pork head meat, and two foodies, there was no other movement except for the sound of sucking the noodles;

Ten minutes later;

Old Dong satisfied the last noodles in his bowl, put down his chopsticks, patted his stomach with satisfaction, and then let out a long sigh;

It took him a long time to eat it so well, mainly because the "scallop oil noodles" he made in front of him really tasted unspeakable.

Li Ming, who was sitting opposite, was still struggling with the noodles at this moment. The plate of braised pig head on the table now had half an ear left, and the rest of the part was sacrificed to his two Wudian Temples.

There were a lot of famous wines and cigarettes brought by Li Ming in the corner of the living room. When Li Ming came, he packed a pickup truck, all of which were gifts he brought to Old Dong.

Old Dong smiled and smiled at the good cigarettes and wine brought by Li Ming;

However, when Li Ming wanted to get a big red envelope, he almost drove him out, which made him so angry that he scolded:

"Damn, who do you look down on me? Is this?"

At this time, after returning, Lao Dong looked at Li Ming, who was struggling to fight with scallion oil noodles, looked emotional, and couldn't think of any sentence that suited the situation.

He had to shake his head, took out the lighter and lighted a Marlboro, picked up the bottle of Li Ming and brought it to Maotai to take a closer look;

After a beautiful smoke ring, Old Dong sighed: This is so dull for a person’s life;

Li Ming was finishing the last noodle in his bowl, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and glanced at Old Dong and said, "Look at what you said, why is it like a bit like after getting into bed?"

"Bah! The dog can't spit out ivory. This is a decades of experience in life. You kid understand the ball~"

"That's right, you'll be happy~"

"But Lao Dong, your scallion oil noodles are quite good!"

After smoking the cigarette in his hand, Old Dong waved his hand with a proud look: "Dong's scallion oil noodles, this one is the only one, there is no other semicolon!"

Then he raised his chin and added proudly: "I'll ask for this, no need to pay for it!"

Li Ming smiled and said, "As a working people, I have also made great efforts. After all, I have washed these onions."

When the two of them have enough food and drink, it is time to exchange feelings.

"By the way, people all over the world want to ask you for an interview, why did you come to me?"

"Interview? No, they are just like flies. I can even meet someone holding a microphone when I go to the toilet outside."

"It's so annoying. You didn't see it. Those reporters guarded me downstairs of the hotel every day, like a dog-skin plaster. If I go out, it would be like seeing money, and I can't stand all kinds of siege."

"I'm really forced to do anything, I want to find a place to be purified."

When Old Dong heard this, his eyebrows slightly raised: "You kid are famous now and look unhappy. I can often hear people talking about you participating in that program and digging up the treasures buried by the Roman nobles!"

Li Ming pursed his lips and said helplessly: "Be famous? Come on, I'm in the world, I can't help myself..."

Old Dong rolled his eyes and said, "I really want to try this out, and I can't help feeling it!"

Since he dug up Hoxson's Roman treasure on the "Treasure Hunter" program, Li Ming has not been able to calm down for a day and can still deal with the interview two days ago.

As a result, he suddenly realized that he had an endless attitude.

Li Ming himself is not the kind of person who likes to show off. When reporters surrounded him, he wanted to keep his head in the dirt.

His ideal life is to dig out treasures and earn two stacks of money by the way. Wouldn't he be happy on this day?

Why do you have to stand there like an exhibition?

So he simply took the money and ran to Jersey.

When friends met, the topics were one after another. Under the strong request of Lao Dong, Li Ming used his abilities to fully organize the language.

Then he used tens of thousands of words to briefly retell the sound and emotions, from the Scottish Viking treasure treasure treasure, to his journey in Hoxson, which made Old Dong stunned.

And Li Ming also showed off the green garnet he picked up in Loch Ness.

After taking the little yellow-green stone and hearing the value of this thing, Old Dong was shocked while holding it under the light and constantly looking at it.

As the old Dong suddenly lowered his voice and asked curiously:

"Ask you something, I heard that your treasure sold for 100 million?"

Li Ming rolled his eyes: "Fuck, isn't this a rumor?"

"What is that!"

"It's probably only tens of millions?"

"Ten millions!" Old Dong's voice suddenly rose several degrees.

In fact, the National Museum of Great Britain paid £80 million to acquire the Hoxon treasures, but 20% of them were distributed to Sackford and 20% were given to the landowner Mr. Rous.

This time, Mr. Rous had sufficient funds to renovate his house. Mr. Rous also expressed his gratitude to Li Ming. Because he was older, he was considering selling his house and going to a nursing home recently.

At this time, the old Dong looked resentful and patted his thigh and complained: "Damn it, labor and capital have been working abroad for a lifetime, and they have only earned a thousand tens of thousands of pounds~"

"You guys are so good. You've only been a fucking month, you've got tens of millions of dollars in a casual manner!"

"The most annoying thing is that you can still pick up gems accidentally?"

"To be honest! You guy was sent by God to anger me~"

In fact, for most people in the world, even if they have a monthly salary of 10,000 pounds, they only have 120,000 yuan a year;

In 30 years, it only costs more than 3 million yuan. Li Ming’s tens of millions of pounds are the numbers that most ordinary people can’t earn in their lifetimes.

"By the way, Old Henry and the one from the Town Hall have come a few times during this time."

"What are they doing?" Li Ming was surprised

"I can't tell you clearly. I probably am worried that we will not be strict."

Li Ming was deeply impressed by the mayor Jonathan. When the other party saw them, he looked arrogant and arrogant, and secretly dug a hole for Li Ming and Lao Dong to jump.

He didn't expect that this guy would come to him on his own...

The talks lasted until the second half of the night, and the party ended until Lao Dong was so sleepy.

Old Dong yawned back to the bedroom upstairs to sleep. Li Ming still refused the invitation to the guest room upstairs, but came to the garage in Old Dong's courtyard.

The pickup they used to pull those Celtic silver coins in the garage is still here;

When he saw this car, he felt very kind. The cameras that were following closely around him were gone, and the microphones and reporters around him were gone.

Living on the sofa in the garage, Li Ming felt extremely relieved and comfortable;

This small Chinese supermarket in Jersey is almost where his dream begins. Old Dong seems to be a witness to his success, proving that he truly exists in this parallel world.

And how long has it been since he went from an ordinary office worker to a well-known treasure hunter? Many times, Li Ming felt like he was dreaming again.
Chapter completed!