The great leader Mao once said, "Revolution is not about treating guests to dinner, but the times have developed to this day, this sentence has become reform. "Revolution is either treating guests or eating."

Ge Zhuang and I put on our clothes, yawned and pushed open the big iron door. We were blinded by a Mercedes-Benz business sedan at the door. Kenjiro Fujino stood at the door of the business car and smiled at us, "Two, please get in the car, my father has been waiting for a long time."

Although Ge Zhuang and I had no good impression of the Japanese devils, we were very close to Grandpa Mao. Last night, we promised to collect 200,000 Chen Yun after completing this errand. So we were very active today. We put on our clothes in a hurry, got into the car, and urged the driver to drive quickly.

Woyunju is an old place to drink tea. Unlike the architectural style of old Chongqing, the decoration is very exquisite and elegant. It can be called a foreign tea restaurant that combines Chinese and Western styles. Kenjiro Fujino took us all the way to the second floor, opened the door, and Fujinohawk wearing a blanket appeared in his sight, pointed to the seat, and asked us to sit down.

He said, "Please forgive me for being unwell. I can't greet you personally. I'm rude!" Ge Zhuang and I waved our hands and said, "No, you'll take a rest when you're sick."

After not seeing him overnight, Fujinohawk was indeed much haggard. Of course, this cannot be blamed for being old. From another perspective, if I had a priceless treasure in my house, I would have been taken away for no reason, and maybe I would have vomited more blood than him.

After sitting down, I no longer paid attention to the false and politeness, but directly put the problem on the table and said, "Did you sleep well last night? Your things were lost, but the fat man and I almost took the blame. Late last night, Mr. Kenjiro brought someone to visit, and he flicked through the cabinets, but I was frightened and I thought the Three Light Policy was coming again!"

Fujinohatsu with a false smile on his face, saying that the Dogzi is too young and is prone to impulsive in doing things. I hope that the two of you can forgive his rudeness for my sake. I sneered in my heart, look at your face, how much is your face worth?

Of course, today is mainly to discuss the matter of those clay jars. Xiao En was just about to complain, so I said, "Don't talk, old man, you want to find the treasure left by your ancestors, but the treasures are all stored in the antiques of us Chinese. As for this matter, Fatty and I went back to think about it, and felt that if you easily let you take all the treasures away, maybe the ancestors would blame him for their dreams, so..."

"I understand!" Fujinohawk sat upright, clapped his hands, and a few guys in black suits walked out from behind the screen, holding a large box in his hand, with a password lock on the box. Once it was opened, the colorful swords stabbed Ge Zhuang and I couldn't even open our eyes.

Ge Zhuang kept drooling, counting the beautiful swords and laughing so hard that he couldn't stop. He put the banknotes under the light and looked at them again and again, smashing his mouth and saying, "Little Pumpkin, something is wrong, why can't the golden thread be seen in the beautiful swords?"

I secretly reached under the table and pinched Ge Zhuang Da’s thigh hard, saying, “Fatty, put the money back!”

Ge Zhuang was reluctant to let go. Washington's avatar was plucked in his palm and then plucked the banknotes back in the box. The fat man's hands were unclean. When I noticed that when he stuffed the money back, Fujinohawk was not paying attention, he secretly pulled a few more pieces into his pants and put them in his crotch.

Seeing that I covered the box as it was and returned all the American swords, Fujinohawk was very surprised and said that you both thought that my sincerity was not enough?

I shook my head and said, "Old man, you underestimate us too much. The beauty of the Stars and Stripes is beautiful, but Fatty and I were aspiring young people who grew up in New China and grew up under the national flag. We don't like to live a corrupt life of capitalism. If you want the remaining three clay jars, you must promise me one thing."

He said you, but it's okay to talk.

I said, "I have given you the clay jar. We must participate in the decryption process throughout the process. There is also half of the treasure left by your ancestors and returned to China."

He was surprised and laughed and said that your appetite is really great. Do you know how much the treasure my father left behind can be worth? Leave half of it for you. It is a wealth that you can't enjoy at all. Young people, why should you be so greedy?

I pulled Ge Zhuang up and said whatever, if you can't agree to my request, then we'll break up in one stroke. I'll smash the three clay jars in a while today and smash them into pieces and send them to you, ensuring that the penny will not be taken.

His eyelids twitched and said, "Stop." I looked at the black-clad bodyguards who were surrounding us, and sneered and moved their limbs, loosening their muscles and bones. He said, "Old man, are you planning to let me practice for you?"

Fujinohawk waved his hand, and several bodyguards took the initiative to retreat. Then the old guy looked at me and said that I could give you more money, so much more you would never spend in your entire life.

I waved my hand to stop it and sneered, "Don't tease me that useless. It seems that anyone who cares about your beauty. I have already said the conditions. Do you agree or not? You have an hour to consider. Fatty, go back first. If you haven't received my letter before finding the jar, you will break them!"

The negotiations require domineeringness. I didn’t give little Japanese too much time to hesitate. Seeing that I said this, Fujinohawk had to stand up and smiled and stretched out his hand at me, "Okay, I promise you and wish us a happy cooperation."

After arguing for the time and place to meet in the afternoon, Ge Zhuangda and I walked out of the tea restaurant.

Ge Zhuang whispered, saying, "How could this Japanese promise so much?" I sneered, "Have you ever seen someone who bargained with the dead? Fujinohawk is not a good bird. From the time I told the conditions, I could see that he had a murderous intention towards us. Fatty, this time, unlike in the past, we have to fight with these Japanese people with real swords and guns, but before successfully finding the treasure, they should not turn against us!"

Ge Zhuang was ready to beat his hands and said, "Who is afraid of whom?" Mahjong, they want to kill us to take the treasures alone. I still can't bear to leave so many treasures in the hands of little Japan. Anyway, it's time to do it!"

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ge Zhuang and I took back the clay jar from Chen Yun and came to the place where we met secretly. Fujinohawk had been here for a long time. When we saw us, we naturally had no need to explain the politeness. I placed the three jars neatly on the table and preached to Fujinohawk, "Please!"

He took the jar into his hand, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it a few times, nodded, found a few pieces of yellow cloth that had been prepared long ago, and gently covered it on the jar, and rubbed all the patterns.

Ge Zhuang and I looked at his hands curiously. After Fujinohawk finished printing, we spread all three yellow cloths, and then took out a similar strip of cloth from another box, overlapped the four cloths with patterns neatly and hung them in front of us.

At this time, he activated a projector, and a beam of strong light hit the pattern made of four cloths. A complete pattern suddenly appeared on the wall, covered with winding lines, densely intertwined, and actually combined into a complete treasure map.
Chapter completed!