leisurely country

Chapter 272 Three million fossils
Lin Shen looked at the big pit under his feet. The pit must be at least 20 meters long. The young man is quite ruthless.

"This is unrealistic!"

He said Ding Yuan's lines at that time, and he was really shocked.

Fossils that are hundreds of millions of years old can be dug in more than [-] meters, and according to his observation, the strata in this place are not too old. Obviously, it is impossible to have a history of hundreds of millions of years.

Then why does this place produce fossils that are hundreds of millions of years old?
"Have you dug up anything else?"

He turned to Ding Yuan, with a look of cannibalism in his eyes, which made the latter frightened for a while.

This is really scary.

"And some gold or something, there's a gold mine down there."

Ding Yuan didn't say anything about the underground tomb, otherwise he might have sealed off the mountain on the spot, and the tomb needs to be excavated, researched and protected.

Gold mine?

This is a bit unexpected, but it is still acceptable. There is a mine vein or something, and it is all luck to encounter this thing.

But the old man of the Zhao family and Zhao Tingting were very shocked and dug a gold mine...

This is probably the legendary home with mines!

Lin Shen was very puzzled, and couldn't figure out why fossils hundreds of millions of years old could be unearthed in this place. Although he hadn't been tested by professional equipment, he was basically sure in his heart.

As the curator of the Municipal Museum, he has been engaged in the research of cultural relics for decades, and he has already developed a pair of sharp eyes.

He can basically tell what age something is from at a glance, and he can't make mistakes.

"Brother Ding Yuan, how about selling all these fossils to me?"

Hearing this title, Ding Yuan felt a little helpless, wouldn't he be inferior? You call me brother, and then grandpa Zhao brother, how should I face Grandpa Zhao.

"Cough!" Mr. Zhao coughed heavily.

It's outrageous, it's outrageous!

As soon as you encounter something good, you start calling them brothers and sisters, without even thinking about how much older you are than others.

A guy who has grown up a lot, is he ashamed to call him a brother?

Otherwise, you might as well downgrade yourself and call me grandpa in the future.

Lin Shen was too lazy to talk to him and continued to ask.

"I'll accept all the high prices, what do you think?"

Ding Yuan smiled and said nothing, what a high price it is, you should say it, if you don’t say it, who would dare to agree.

Anyway, tell me and let me think about it.

"I will pay 100 million yuan for the fish fossil that is hundreds of millions of years old, and 20 yuan for the rest."

Hearing this number, Ding Yuan fell into deep thought.

He counted before, the fossils are 16 yuan in total, excluding the fish fossil, it is 15 yuan, 20 yuan each, adding up to 200 million yuan.

In other words, these dozen or so fossils can be sold for a total of 300 million.

"This number is actually a bit small."

He shook his head with a regretful look on his face.

This is not because he is acting, but because he really thinks so. He can sell a batch of agricultural products at random to reach this price; these are fossils, and there is one that is hundreds of millions of years old, and the total value is only 300 million.

If this is the case, it is better to keep it for your own collection than to sell it. Fossils still have a high collection value.

"Brother Ding Yuan, this is to support archaeological research, you can't shrink back."

Come on again.

Hearing this title, he expressed his helplessness, but what does it mean to support archaeological research? I can't shrink back, and I still have the duty to do so.

Looking at this scene, Mr. Zhao also expressed his helplessness. This old friend of his is really desperate for work.

Anyway, he has no face to say anything, so let Director Lin do it himself.

"Ding Yuan, just sell it to me. The funds I can apply for are limited. You have to be considerate."

Lin Shen called an old man tearful, grabbed his arm, and almost knelt down on the spot.

What is this called?

Seeing him like that, Ding Yuan could no longer refuse. It is definitely rare in the world for a dignified curator of the city museum to have such a low profile.

"Okay, I promise."

He said helplessly that in fact the price of 300 million was already acceptable, at least to guarantee that he would not lose money.

It's a bit difficult to lose money. The fossil was originally obtained by accident, so it cost nothing.

"Great!"

Curator Lin was as excited as a child, his eyes sparkling.

"I must apply for a cultural relic contribution award for you!"

He tightly grasped Ding Yuan's arm, shaking it constantly.

Just apply, can you let go first?
And what the hell is this cultural relics contribution award? Why is it a contribution award?

You can give me a cultural relics protection award, but the contribution award sounds so unpleasant?

Lin Shen took out his mobile phone and made a call, probably to the person in charge of the money, asking him to make arrangements immediately to transfer money to Ding Yuan.

"Sorry, the transfer of funds has to go through some procedures, and it may take a few days."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Ding Yuan with an apologetic face.

The latter waved his hand and didn't care. Museums are like this. The transfer of funds has to go through layers of approval. This is completely understandable.

But what puzzled him was that he hadn't been sure yet, why did curator Lin dare to spend money to buy it?
Isn't he afraid that he might be mistaken and find out that it is not a fossil that is hundreds of millions of years old at all?
But these are not in my consideration anymore, I am only responsible for the delivery, and then wait to collect the money.

He can rest assured of the people brought by Grandpa Zhao, not to mention the identity of the city museum, the museum can't escape.

"what is that?"

When the group came to the top of the mountain, Lin Shen suddenly noticed the clay pot at the door of the hut.

"Oh, it's just a few broken pots." Ding Yuan didn't care, and said casually, these clay pots are worthless, so there's nothing to talk about.

Lin Shen gave him a strange look, then ran over.

"A waste of everything!" He looked at those clay pots, his face could not conceal his anger, as if Ding Yuan had made a huge mistake.

Looking at this scene, the three of them felt a little helpless.

Why is the curator so crazy? Could it be that these clay pots are also cultural relics?

"Isn't this just an ordinary jar? What's so interesting about it?"

Ding Yuan said something indifferently, and then saw Director Lin staring at him angrily.

"Such a good handicraft, such a good cultural relic, you actually call it a broken jar!"

Cultural relics?

Ding Yuan couldn't figure it out, it seems that it is really a cultural relic, and the tomb should have a history of at least several hundred years.

But handicrafts are too much, can this thing be worth money?

"It's still the same sentence, you sell all these to me, and I will pay the highest price in the market!"

Lin Shen stared at him eagerly.

But Ding Yuan just chuckled and said a word.

"I won't sell any of these pots!"

(End of this chapter)