Zhang Tian did not watch over the little fox, but with a wave of his hand, he walked towards the house.
He planned to cultivate first, and everything else would be put aside for now.
As the little fox was bored by herself, she could only call out the little turtle.
The two little ones played together.
They had some understanding, and because the little turtle was too weak, it was always bullied by the little fox.
As for Fatty, he went back to sleep. Hu Bayi, needless to say, went back to ponder moving mountains and exploring tombs.
Everything seemed to have returned to normal.
At this moment, at Beili Train Station.
A group of experts had boarded the train.
As for why, with so many vehicles available, they chose to take the train.
The reason was simple: only the train was the safest, and they did not have airplanes.
In the private compartment.
Shirley Yang looked at the three subordinates beside Xie Yuchen.
It could be said that none of those three subordinates looked like good people.
One had a scarred face and many scars on his hands. The other two had shifty eyes, and their clothes and decorations were somewhat tattered.
They looked completely out of place with Xie Yuchen's status.
These three men still carried a faint scent of blood, especially their eyes, which always gave the impression that they had killed people before.
Shirley Yang did not know why Xie Yuchen brought these three people with him, and was somewhat curious.
"Young Master Xie, won't you introduce these three?"
Shirley Yang said softly.
Xie Yuchen shook his head slightly.
"No need."
With that, Xie Yuchen said no more.
After all, he had nothing to say to the expert team. He came with them mainly because he wanted to learn from Zhang Tian and contribute something to Xia Guo.
Seeing that Xie Yuchen did not like to talk, Shirley Yang did not disturb him.
Shirley Yang was not a young girl either; she knew how to behave. Since Xie Yuchen did not want to talk, she would not ask further questions.
"Professor Li, you have been looking at this map for a whole day. Have you found any anomalies?"
Shirley Yang's gaze fell on the map on Professor Li.
Professor Li had even drawn a map of the entire Qingfeng Mountain for this map.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
At the same time, Shirley Yang also wondered why Zhang Tian, after going there, did not take away the cultural relics but instead left clues or blueprints for the expert team to find them themselves.
Couldn't Zhang Tian and the others have directly donated the cultural relics?
These were a few points that puzzled Shirley Yang.
However, Shirley Yang forgot one thing: there were too many cultural relics, and they were difficult to move. If they could all be moved out, it would be too troublesome, and Zhang Tian would be too lazy to waste time.
"According to my observations, there are a total of two burial sites marked on this map. One is the tomb of the weasel, and the other is called Huang Shuliang."
"Moreover, they have even clearly marked the burial places for the protection of cultural relics. We just need to go and dig."
Professor Li said this, while Professor Chen was somewhat depressed.
He was not sure if the map that Professor Li believed in was really effective.
"Professor Li, do you really believe those masked agents?"
"I have studied for my entire life and have never heard of masked agents."
Professor Chen spoke again. After the last incident, he had clearly become much more cautious.
And also more suspicious.
Professor Li nodded: "Yes, they are the best agents."
Seeing Professor Li's firm gaze, Professor Chen had nothing more to say.
He could only follow along to investigate.
The train moved slowly, with each of the three parties having their own thoughts.
Soon, as evening arrived, the snow in Beili was still falling.
Meanwhile, Da Jin Ya brought a somewhat stout middle-aged man and knocked on the door of the siheyuan where Zhang Tian lived.
Da Jin Ya had a smile on his face, and from time to time he said something to Fatty.
"Mr. Qian, your mountain is just sitting there. It's better to sell it. I happen to have a suitable client who is willing to pay a high price."
"Then, you two can negotiate, and perhaps your family can become rich overnight and have countless wealth."
Da Jin Ya said incessantly, and the stout man beside him's eyes darted around.
He was somewhat moved by Da Jin Ya's words.
Qian Zhuang's family had been landlords for generations. Unfortunately, in recent years, with the eradication of landlords, his family naturally declined.
However, his father managed to protect Qingming Mountain before he died. But, regrettably, his father did not teach Qian Zhuang about financial management before he died.
With his extravagant habits, it was difficult for him to survive now, let alone make a comeback.
"Mr. Jin, as long as the mountain can be sold and I can live a life of ease and comfort for the rest of my life, what's the harm in a dilapidated mountain?"
Qian Zhuang was somewhat excited.
"Mr. Qian is truly far-sighted. Little Jin admires you."
"But look at the interest..."
Da Jin Ya rubbed his hands.
With a smile.
"It's the same as we discussed before, I get seven, you get three. However, Mr. Jin, you must negotiate a high price for me."
Qian Zhuang said seriously. His future depended on this, so who else would he ask if not Da Jin Ya?
A few days ago, Qian Zhuang had looked for people everywhere to sell the mountain, but no one was willing to buy it. After all, what use was a mountain to outsiders?
Perhaps one day, when the land was requisitioned, it would be taken away.
It was Da Jin Ya who met him. He struck up a good relationship with Qian Zhuang, and it wouldn't hurt him anyway, and then today's matter came up.
"Yaya..."
The door was opened.
Fatty looked at Qian Zhuang in front of him and blinked his eyes.
"Yo, sturdier than Fatty. Hmm, Fatty likes it."
Fatty's confidence instantly soared when he saw someone fatter than himself.
"Fatty, where is young Master Zhang?"
Da Jin Ya frowned slightly when he saw that Fatty opened the door.
Why did he feel like this Fatty had nothing to do every day, and was just wandering around?
"One moment."
Fatty didn't say much and ran back directly to call Zhang Tian.
Soon, Zhang Tian, with a smile on his face, walked out.
Zhang Tian shook hands with Da Jin Ya and Qian Zhuang.
"Mr. Qian, this is the Mr. Zhang I told you about. What do you think? Isn't he extraordinary?"
"This is Mr. Qian, whose name is Qian Zhuang, a good friend of mine."
Da Jin Ya said, introducing the two of them quite politely.
The two of them got to know each other briefly.
"Let's not beat around the bush, young Master Zhang, a mountain, will you sell it for this price!"
Da Jin Ya said, holding up five fingers.
"How much? Five million?"
Zhang Tian frowned slightly.
A mountain for five million, to be honest, it was expensive.
Although the mountain belonged to Beili, it was obvious that not many people could casually afford five million in this era.
Even Qian Zhuang himself found it incredible. Was the dilapidated mountain left by his father really worth so much?
It was truly as if the heavens were aware.
Da Jin Ya was quite serious when negotiating money.
"How about this, young Master Zhang, let's not talk too much. Two million, and it's a deal."
Da Jin Ya winked.
Zhang Tian exclaimed inwardly.
Five million directly reduced by two and a half, it was truly like a shy person buying a jade pendant, one willing to hit and the other willing to be hit.
"Okay, deal."
Zhang Tian did not hesitate. Two million for a mountain was like picking one up for free.
Qian Zhuang was clearly also very happy, after all, the dilapidated mountain of his family was finally sold.
And two million, with the current purchasing power, was enough for him to spend a lifetime.
Moreover, he still had a house in Beili. As long as he wasn't foolish, he could support himself by doing any business.
After Da Jin Ya declared the deal, he looked at Qian Zhuang.
Qian Zhuang understood and directly produced the mountain deed.
Then, Zhang Tian gave him the banknotes, and they went to the land bureau to transfer the procedures, and only then was the matter settled.
The scene shifted.
One day later.
Zhang Tian stood on Qingming Mountain, with Zhang Qilin, Hu Bayi, Fatty, and even Master Yimei and the little fox standing behind him.
Looking at the entire mountain from afar, one could see the entire city of Beili, as if a dragon was surveying the world.