Chen Zhao looked at the old man who came with Farui Lesend, almost with a breath of energy on his mouth.

The old man has been searching for beautiful waitresses since he entered the restaurant.

Then he walked halfway towards Chen Zhao, suddenly went around in another direction and went straight to a beautiful waitress.

"Hello ma'am, can I leave your phone number?"

If you want to say that a handsome man is popular, even if this man is almost a hundred years old.

As long as you know how to clean yourself up, you can still have a different sensory experience. Anyway, it is the kind of old handsome guy.

Chen Zhao was not in a hurry, putting one hand on his temple and leaning against the window.

Chen Zhao followed Farui Lesend's advice.

In order to avoid beating a 99-year-old man at home, I decided to meet outside.

After a few minutes, the old man seemed to have not communicated with the waitress very well.

After taking a slap, the old man came to Chen Zhao embarrassedly.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Hello." Chen Zhao stood up and shook hands with the old man.

"Let's talk about the serious business outside, and... the waiter..." After the old man greeted him loudly, the waiter who slapped him came to him: "Three, do you have anything to help?"

"I want an Australian steak and a West Coast lobster, a cup of orange juice, a roasted whole goose, and some beef mushrooms with French snails."

After saying that, the old man looked at Chen Zhao: "Mr. Chen, don't you mind if I'm a little more, do you?"

"Don't mind, please."

When the waitress left, she was muttering and probably didn't say anything good.

"Mr. Chen, I heard you want to show me some symbols. Now we have twenty minutes to go before lunch comes."

Although the old man puts the cart before the horse, if he can solve the problem in twenty minutes, Chen Zhao doesn't mind any of his attitude.

Chen Zhao took out the rubbing that had been prepared long ago and handed it to the old man.

The old man's pupils suddenly dilated when he saw the rubbing.

Chen Zhao vaguely felt that the old man had a trace of unusual aura.

Chen Zhao looked up at the old man, and he turned out to be a fellow man.

The old man raised his head and looked at Chen Zhao in surprise.

This was the first time he had examined Chen Zhao so seriously.

"What did you print these patterns from?"

"My friend gave me something, and I copied it from it."

“Are you considering selling?”

"What price can you pay?"

"One hundred thousand dollars... what do you think?" The old man remembered the number on the check given by Chen Zhao: "Haha... kidding, let's continue."

"The words on this are the oldest words in humanity." said the old man.

“Shouldn’t the oldest text be oracle bone inscriptions?”

"Oracle bone inscriptions are hieroglyphs. Now the academic community is still arguing whether oracle bone inscriptions are written, because the users of oracle bone inscriptions are ancestors of humans, but they are not real humans, but Homo sapiens. The oldest text in my mouth is the text used by humans."

"Mr. Xilai, why have I never heard of such words in the academic world?"

The old man glanced at Farui Lesend: "Because this kind of text is only circulated in a small range, and this small range obviously does not include you."

Farui Lesend's face turned red, obviously he was very angry at the old man's words.

The old man said almost directly to his nose and said, "You are not qualified to know."

"This kind of text is called primitive text, and there is no other title. This kind of text is used to record God, not an ordinary record. In ancient times, there were very few people who mastered it among human beings, and there may be only a few people in a time."

"In fact, the inheritance of primitive characters has not been cut off. This should be one of the few cultures passed down to this day. To this day, this primitive characters are still circulating in a small range."

"Are you one of them?"

"I? Not counting, haha..." The old man's smile contained a lot of content.

Since Chen Zhao has confirmed that this old man is also his colleague.

Then every word he said may be full of profound meaning.

But at this time, what Chen Zhao was concerned about was whether he could solve his own doubts.

"Mr. Chen, can you show me the real thing?"

"Inconvenient." Chen Zhao responded with a smile.

"Okay." The old man did not force it, at least he did not continue to ask or persuade, but just watched with the rubbing paper: "The content on it is very limited, Mr. Chen, the content is not complete, the original text needs to be viewed before it can be translated. What I can see now is just a description of a god, the nameless god, or the unknown god."

"So many words, only so much actual content?"

"Original text is a very complex text system. They cannot be viewed separately on a font symbol or a line. They need to be interpreted in the whole article. If one more text symbol will change the overall content. So what I just said is just some judgments and cannot make a definite explanation. So I don't need to think about translating more content. Forced explanation is just a random fabrication."

"What if I want to learn original text?" Chen Zhao asked.

"Do you know how many years it took me to learn original text?"

"How many years?"

"Forty years." said the old man: "This is because of my excellent talent. I have taught ten students, only one student has learned the original text, and the other nine students have spent decades, and I can't even translate a sentence."

"When I didn't say it." Chen Zhao gave up directly and spent decades learning a writing system. He would agree only when he was crazy.

"When will you decide, let me see the real thing, and then contact me. Now I can't help you."

"I'll consider it." Chen Zhao responded vaguely.

"Okay." The old man didn't force much, and the food was served after the main talks.

The old man tasted as if no one was around.

Farui Lesend discovered that this old man, who was almost a hundred years old, had such a large appetite, which was several times more than his own.

At this time, Chen Zhao also ordered his own share, several times that of the old man.

Farui Lesend found that he was the only one who was at ordinary level.

Whether it is Chen Zhao or the old man, he eats amazingly.

"Mr. Chen, I didn't realize that your appetite was so good." The old man looked up at Chen Zhao, and the food in his mouth had not been swallowed.

"Where is it, Mr. Xilai's appetite surprised me a little." Chen Zhao also swallowed it voraciously.

Generally, psychics eat larger than ordinary people, but they are also very limited.

In addition to one type of psychic, it is from the reinforcement system.

Take Chen Zhao as an example. Chen Zhao's appetite is inhuman.
Chapter completed!