captain migraine

When Caesar received a call from the president of the Meteorological University in China, he was participating in an auction for entertainment.

At this time, he had just finished a journey at sea and had negotiated a huge deal.The sea seems to be the best blessing for him forever. For him, compared with the land, the vast sea seems to give him a strong sense of belonging. For this, the reason why a man gives himself is probably Because it has something to do with his family business.

Born in a German shipbuilding family, Kaiser learned to swim in the sea almost before he learned to walk. He went out to sea with his father for the first time at the age of seven. It is well-known in the Mediterranean, and people joked that there was a "Black Sea Wolf II" in Elijahoff's family...

Oh, that "black sea wolf" is probably the ancestor of the Caesar family 500 years ago, a great pirate, a strange man who was the leader of the Mediterranean at that time, and had a good reputation, but never married in his whole life.

Caesar always laughed it off when he was compared in this way. He never believed in the past and present, but he had to admit that when he flipped through those ancient documents and saw the ship named "Wrath" painted on the yellowed paper, "Wind" ship, the simple lines did not even explain too much, but it made him feel a very familiar intimacy——

It was as if at that time he had already penetrated the dust of history and personally touched the huge three-garden barge. The image of this ship that was recorded in the literature and sailed the Mediterranean Sea forever was three-dimensional and vivid in the man's mind. You can even think of how it looked when it set sail and braved the wind and waves on the blue sea.

It was as if the ship was a blueprint drawn by himself and created by himself.

He gently closed the documents in his hand and carefully put them into the suitcase beside him.The mobile phone in my hand is a little hot. On the other end of the phone, an old Chinese man from the other side of the world is still chatting. This old man speaks German very well, and he has given full play to the patience and determination of an old man. Nagging ability, relying on Caesar not daring to casually hang up the phone of his senior in this family, he chattered a lot.

But can I be a professor like this?

What a joke.

The handsome face of the man was always expressionless when he was holding the phone, until the auctioneer started to crack the small metal hammer in the auction field, the man frowned, sighed silently, pinched the center of his brows, a little He absently flipped through the brochure in his hand that introduced the antiques that were about to be auctioned.

"Boss, if you feel bored, let's go out?" The red-haired assistant next to the man bent down and asked with a full face.

"Look and talk, if you can't hold back, go out first, big trash."

The man flipped through the booklet without raising his head, and finally found that he didn't read a single word. After all, it was not a very formal auction venue. The nouveau riche of antiques, among the dazzling array of antique objects, the man's amber pupils only need to scan lightly, and he doesn't even need to look closely to tell which of them are real and which are old. Xibei fished out of the sea.

Caesar has always maintained an inexplicable enthusiasm and familiarity with the treasures in the sea. He loves to collect the treasures from the age of great exploration in the fifteenth century. Although they are each valuable, they are still collected one by one by men and placed at work. Caesar's father was very speechless for this kind of behavior that was tantamount to burning money, but his son grew up smoothly like a wild horse, and no one could control him, so he had to let his son go.

The old man on the other end of the phone kept talking, and Caesar remembered that this was the third time the old man had called himself—in line with the basic moral principles of respecting the old and caring for the young, the man pondered, and flashed through his mind The only one was the look of his own old man blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, and the man in his thirties sighed helplessly, and finally told the other party in a compromise that he would seriously consider it and make up for the temporary loss of attending his school for this senior from his family. Vacant, vacant seat for Professor of Marine Meteorology.

Caesar said he would consider it, and 70.00% agreed.

So the other party put down the phone contentedly.

There was finally a silence around the man's ears. His restless assistant really slipped away at some point. The auction price tag was placed on his right hand. The man moved into a more comfortable position. , lit a piece of his favorite tobacco from a rural handicraft workshop with a history of hundreds of years in Germany, and held it in his mouth. The man squinted his eyes, and tried to pick up the booklet again to take a serious look at it this time. Is there anything you want--

At this time, the auction has already started.

What attracts Caesar, the great god, is that today's auction items are said to all come from the remains of the Mediterranean Sea from the [-]th to the [-]th centuries.

From muskets to daggers, from paintings to jewellery, everything is available.

The man propped his chin up with one hand, drawing circles on the booklet in every possible way bored. He just glanced at most of the items and didn't take much interest in them. cross.

The atmosphere of the auction is very lively, and those old Xibei goods are often auctioned off for a high amount of money - most of them are bottles and jars. For the uneducated nouveau riche, these things are probably placed at home It's going to look great--

"Fifty million—is there any higher?"

"6000."

"One hundred million!"

"..." The man smiled, calmly watching a group of nouveau riche snatch their heads for a broken vat that was probably used by pirates to marinate meat in the fifteenth century.

Different from the kind of auctions specially prepared for the real powerful people, the atmosphere of this kind of private auction is very bad, the atmosphere is smoky, and the crowd is in disarray. In a flash of emotion, he decided to buy three more auction items, and if there was no one that he was even slightly interested in, he would—

"The next one, it was just fished out of the sea last month. It was identified as a royal handicraft produced in the fifteenth century. The shape of a vicious dog is inlaid with two high-grade rubies. The workmanship is exquisite and the collection value is extremely high!"

Behind the auctioneer, slides were quickly typed out, showing the small necklace pendant in front of all bidders with a clear and recent photo.

Caesar lifted his eyelids listlessly and looked at it. This look almost made the man spit out the smoke from his mouth.

Royal crafts?Vicious dog shape?Advanced Ruby? ——Fucking fine workmanship?

This is a dog head pendant with extremely rough workmanship that was fished from an unknown seabed—poor rubies gleamed in the eyes of the dog. At that time, it might not cost three gold coins to buy from a street stall—ancient, yes It's true that it's really antique, but it's too...

Caesar stood up from his seat, and sat a few rows forward with the mentality of watching the strange things.

It may be that the appearance of this thing is a bit too stupid. Those nouveau riche bids were obviously slower, and even hesitated. The man raised his jaw and narrowed his eyes slightly. On the elegant blue silk velvet cushion on the stage, The dog head pendant was placed upright. It looked like the pendant had been cleaned up by experts. Although it was a hideously ugly thing that made it impossible to hang it around the neck, it seemed that it had been hung by people all year round. The marks on the neck... How should I put it, even after hundreds of years of history, this thing still carries a kind of popularity and evil spirit, probably because for some unknown reason, this dog's head has been splashed a lot The blood—probably has something to do with the original owner's occupation?

Pirate stuff?

...probably.His master should cherish it very much... such an ugly thing can have a story...

The man was feeling emotional when he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Well, to be precise, he felt that something was wrong with him.

His heart beat faster, as if the buzzing auction hall had disappeared, he seemed to be in a dark space, countless things were pressing towards him, trying to pour into his mind, however, when he tried to grab something from it When I was looking at it, I found that those fragmentary things could hardly be formed. They were like a round mirror that was originally complete, but was smashed into pieces by someone who didn't know what it was.

Among those fragments, there is the shadow of the dog head pendant.

Someone once yelled and stuffed it into the man's hand——

"Well, take it, it's ugly."

"...At a time like this, shouldn't it be polite to say 'thank you'?"

"Unable to speak."

"I picked it specially for you, you just stuffed it in your pocket like this!"

"It's the last thing in my pocket, and that alone is an honor."

……

Caesar rubbed his sore temples. When he looked up, the dog head pendant had already been called 200 million... Fortunately, it was not an exaggeration. Caesar silently nodded in praise. It seems that the aesthetics of this group of nouveau riche It seems that there is still salvation.

then……

Then Caesar grabbed the price tag at hand, kissed him with thin lips, and his voice was neither high nor low and magnetic.

"1000."

The upstarts present: "..."

Nouveau riche A: "Then who?"

Upstart B: "I don't know."

Nouveau riche A: "Stupid?"

Nouveau riche C: "...Fart, he looks familiar to me."

Nouveau riche B: "Is that the only son of the Elijahov family, Emma, ​​is it really him? His name is Caesar."

Nouveau riche Ding: "Caesar's aesthetics can be so novel? Can't!"

Nouveau riche C: "—Nonsense, if Caesar can like it, then this must be a good thing, 500 million!"

Auctioneer: "..."

Nouveau riche A: "Two million!"

Caesar: "..."

Auctioneer: "...Two million, two million, two million to the last—"

Caesar: "Fifty million."

Are you crazy? This is it?The auctioneer looked down at the dog-head pendant in front of him, which was so ugly that he couldn't bear to take a second look. Those two huge low-quality gemstones shone brightly under the light as if they were laughing silently. The auctioneer suddenly felt... ...He probably hasn't woken up today?

"Fifty-five million!"

"Fifty three million!"

"6000 million!!!"

……

In the end, Caesar paid 7000 million yuan for this item, which is absolutely impossible to buy in the current handicraft market—because even people who sell fake antiques have a conscience, and it would be uneasy to take out such an ugly thing to cheat money.

And Caesar's poor red-haired assistant came back after letting the wind go, and saw his master signing a check worth 7000 million before he brought it up. The tatters hang on the neck that never likes to wear things——

The red-haired assistant wanted to die.

"...The hard-earned money you earned after drifting at sea for a whole month last month is not enough for you to lose your fortune in the blink of an eye."

"Shut up, big trash, what do you know?"

The man disdainfully threw it to the assistant who was chattering about money, and touched the dog's head pendant hanging on his chest closest to his heart. When he walked out of the auction hall, the man looked out at the sky through the floor-to-ceiling windows——

The sky was gloomy, and there was about to be an unstoppable heavy snowfall.

The man suddenly had a strong premonition——

He is going somewhere.

There was someone waiting for him in that place, and he had to go after waiting for him for a long time.

……

"Rake?"

"what?"

"book a flight."

"Where are you going?—Aren't you going back to report to the old man?...That's right, you dare to lose 7000 million to buy a piece of junk, how dare you go home——"

"...Where did you come up with so much nonsense?"

"It's not like you haven't told me where to go yet!" The bitter assistant took out the mobile phone from the handbag and pressed it quickly, "Tell me, where are we going to harm the crowd again?"

"China."

"what?"

"If you can't understand people's language, you can retire early, big trash."

"Why are you going to China?"

"Teaching? Probably."

"what?"

The red-haired assistant raised his head suddenly, his face full of shock.However, what his boss left him was a back that was determined to leave—Lake felt that he had never seen Caesar so determined in his life, as if he could not book a flight to China at this second Air ticket, the universe will explode in the next second.

With the dog head necklace worth 7000 million sky-high, his boss hurried away.

It's like going to a date that has been waiting for a long time.