In the study, Xiang Yu continued to write.

Slap sex!

The pocket has thousands of kilograms of gold as a base and a large number of antique as a base. My father is another rich generation. As a rich second generation, Xiang Yu can only continue to live a life of salted fish.

Writing novels, some salted fish,

In the 30th century, about 90% of China's population was unemployed and semi-unemployed.

Because of the development of technology, many people have become redundant and unnecessary.

Express delivery is a robot delivery.

Supermarkets are unmanned and automatic processing.

Many factories also work mechanized.

A large steel plant with an annual output of 50 million tons requires less than 500 people, of which more than 300 are logistics workers, and the real workers are only more than 200.

Similarly, many factories have few employees, but they can complete a large amount of production capacity.

So in society, 90% of the population is unemployed... After all, the purpose of enterprises is to make profits, not to expand employment.

Of course, those large enterprises also pay heavy taxes, using these taxes to support the unemployed and semi-unemployed people.

Now, Xiang Yu is also semi-unemployed.

My father opened a material factory, with only eighteen employees... Once upon a time, Xiang Yu thought of his father's factory but found a job, but he was rejected by his father because he didn't need it.

The annual profit of this factory is more than 800 million, and the taxable tax can be paid is more than 500 million.

While typing, I got news that archaeological work suffered heavy losses.

"Digging the cemetery of my ancestors, you see, this has been retribution! Since the tomb is buried underground, let him stay underground forever! Private tomb robbery or official archaeology is essentially a disrespect to the ancestors. This is the best way to do this!"

Xiang Yu said lightly.

"But many treasures have been dug out!"

Leng Qingqiu said.

"That's what you think of as treasure, but in that era, it was just ordinary clay pots. As for books and other things, it was not worth it. As for the so-called silk, it was really not worth it. The so-called murals were not worth it. It was just hyped by some people, so it was worth it!"

Xiang Yu said lightly.

Time is the most valuable.

With the accumulation of the world, many valuable things become valuable.

For example, in the late Qin Dynasty, the porcelain he had for food was just a few big money in that era, equivalent to more than ten yuan, but in today's era, it has been worth at least several hundred million yuan after three thousand years of precipitation.

In the same era, the bronze tripod built was of average value in that era, but today three thousand years later, it is worth less than one billion.

There are also the Terracotta Warriors in the Qinling Mountains. The pottery people inside are just made of mud. In the Qin Dynasty, the value was average; but now it is less than one billion and is free of negotiation.

Many national treasures are of unparalleled value, and the so-called RMB is hard to describe its value.

Of course, the so-called national treasure was really worthless in the late Qin Dynasty and in the era of Xiang Yu.

In fact, Xiang Yu was very frugal, with few funeral items, gold, silver and jade, mainly pottery, books, silk, etc. It was very worthless at that time, but in modern times it was a top antique... No, it should be a top national treasure.

An antique that is not allowed to be exhibited abroad.

"That is a fake tomb... Judging from the specifications of the tomb chamber, it is lower than the emperor's layout and belongs to the level of the Marquis... But in that tomb chamber, there are still some top national treasures!!"

Leng Qingqiu said: "We will not give up!"

Xiang Yu said lightly: "Then keep working hard and strive for new gains!"

Then, it hangs up again.

Xiang Yu was silent.

My mind was a little confused, and it was obvious that a lot of people were lost during the archaeological excavation.

But it seemed that these people were not scared... it seemed that archaeology would continue.

In a mess, Xiang Yu took out a piece of silk, which was fifteen centimeters long and wide, with various pictures, tomb chambers, tomb passages, tomb pits, etc., and various layouts.

It is the map of the tombs built by the craftsmen of the Great Chu Dynasty.

Who knows the best about the layout of Xiang Yu’s tomb... Of course it is him.

Back then, Lingbao Cave Heaven design and planning began to build the tomb from the moment he ascended the throne. It took thirty years to the moment he left.

There are three fake tombs on it, with drinking traps and various mechanisms inside, which are extremely dangerous. However, there are also various treasures in the fake tombs, which belong to the national treasure level in later generations.

In the middle, about a hundred meters away, there is a second fake tomb. There is a fake corpse and various gorgeous burial objects. The antique level is higher and more dangerous.

It is about five hundred meters deep, which is the real tomb and the real place to live.

Only by having a cunning rabbit with three holes can one avoid death.

Tombs, the so-called anti-theft measures, can only prevent private tomb robbery, but in the face of official tomb robbery, many times they are unprepared for.

I just hope that there are precious treasures in the two fake tombs in the front two layers that can be bought and blocked the official ambition of tomb robbing.

"Etiquette collapses and music is broken!"

Xiang Yu sighed.

Continue to your mind and continue to write.

This novel is no longer a life flow. The world described by the life flow is not a real world, but a world that he thinks he knows.

This new novel, called "Black Ice Platform", tells the story of the Qin Dynasty's secret service. Pig's feet are a beggar, and then joined the Black Ice Platform and was sent to the State of Chu to be a traitor.

In the process of being a traitor, he constantly fights wits and courage.

Finally, he embarked on the road of anti-Qin...it was a bit like joining the Fructus Party in 1949.

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At this moment, the harvest is being counted in the museum.

Archaeologists suffered numerous casualties, but the harvest was huge. Two huge bronze gates, thirty meters high, are extremely valuable.

There are also books, various porcelains, murals, etc. inside, which are extremely precious.

At this moment, some relevant personnel are flipping through books and sorting them out.

However, none of these are the key points.

The point is, a corpse in the coffin.

The corpse was wearing the clothes of Dachu, ancient and elegant, with the highest rank of Lehou. In the coffin, there was an ancient seal with the Yongquan Hou seal written on it.

This corpse, placed in a crystal coffin, has been going through three thousand years, but its body is still as graceful as if it is alive, and there is no sign of decay in its body.

At this moment, some forensic doctors are inspecting the body and measuring various data.

"This is not wet corpse, nor is it a mummy..." The forensic doctor examined and made his initial judgment.

A mummy is a dry corpse.

Egyptian mummies are essentially mummies.

The wet corpse, the coffin is sealed, buried in deep soil, and is all soaked in the coffin liquid, which is better than that of mummies.

For example, the female corpse in the Mawangdui tomb.

"There is no obvious drug injection on the body... It seems that I have just passed away, a few days later!" The forensic doctor discovered many confusions.

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Chapter completed!