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Appraisal of antiques relied on a pair of ghost eyes. Not to mention not recognizing the English words in it, you would at least be able to see the details at the corners of the page.

What the Ghost Eye said was' one glance '. This calligraphy and painting needed to be remembered in all its details and had to be distracted!

The competition in Liu-Li Factory's antiques industry was extremely cruel. These Elites had only made a killing last time, and many of them had sold off their antiques and paintings. While they looked simple on the surface, they had accumulated decades of experience.

If you didn't see the tens of thousands of real works, and didn't eat all the details in the corners, you wouldn't be able to practice the ability of the Ghost Eye!

To record such a small amount of English words and pen sketches was no problem for an antiques player.

With his left hand, he flipped through the sheepskin paper and with his other hand, he quickly copied down the words on the paper. The words were written quickly and he did not care about beauty, he was fighting for time, he wanted to write down as many of the secrets as possible before the British returned.

It was already winter! The left side was actually sweating so nervously that the hand holding the pen was trembling a little!

"Hurry up... Mr. Zuo, please hurry... "Put it down right away, the British are back..."

"Stop copying, one of Samuel's assistants is back …"

When he saw a British large nose approaching from the direction of the Tibetan Meridian Cave, he immediately reported it to the left in a low voice.

The left side was also worried, "No..." I want to continue copying... As long as Samuel isn't here, I won't leave … "

"Ouch …" Private Xiao Liu was also worried, "How can we do that? If the British find out, there will be a diplomatic dispute!"

"Piss off!" I haven't even settled the score with them for stealing our mural, and they still dare to argue with me? It's fine, this assistant might not be here to get a notebook! "

"Samuel hid his personal notes as if they were his own. He didn't lie to anyone!"

The atmosphere was extremely tense. Private Xiao Liu had already mentally prepared himself to draw the attention of Englishman away from the outside!

How could she lure him away? Pretending to be a drunkard and fighting with him? Or am I exposing myself to steal British cash? No matter what, as long as this British assistant dared to approach the supply tent, he would have to delay him!

He made up his mind that Private Xiao Liu would steal two bottles of whisky from the British warehouse and take a big gulp. As long as the assistant got close, he would pretend to run away.

A soldier who steals wine and drinks wouldn't make them suspicious, right?

Closer and closer, closer and closer, the Xiao Liu was so nervous that his palms were covered with sweat, and the left side of the tent was also going crazy, the pen in his right hand seemed to have flown up, and the words "only I can recognize" were written on it.

Luckily, this trip to Europe had given him a solid foundation in English. Otherwise, he would not have been able to complete this mission!

It seemed that the God of Luck was still on the host's side. The assistant just walked into his tent and came back with a bunch of archaeological tools!

Xiao Liu let out a long breath and made a safe hand gesture to the left. He wondered if the left side could see anything.

In fact, even King Shang Tai of the Tibetan Meridian Cave had a mission, his goal was to delay Samuel and the others as much as possible. On one hand, they were negotiating, and on the other hand, they were seducing them with new books.

Samuel and the other Englishmen did not care that their old nest had been plagiarized. All of their thoughts were on the Tibetan Meridian Cave!

The Xiao Liu knew that he had no choice but to leave this time. He hurriedly rushed into the tent, grabbed the notebook, and with his other hand, dragged the left side of his collar and walked towards the back.

"Hurry up, we can't delay any longer …" "We have to retreat …"

"Let me go, let me go! I only copied one-third of them... "There's still a lot, a lot!" Xiao Liu grabbed the collar of his shirt on the left side and ran away in panic.

At the most critical moment, the Xiao Liu returned the notebook to its original position, and on the left side, he sneaked into an unremarkable worker's shack.

That's right, the outer perimeter of the Expedition was a few hundred huts for the workers of Dunhuang County. Due to the high wages given by the Expedition, these peasants did not even care about celebrating their New Year, and started to build their own huts here one by one, gradually forming the appearance of a small natural village.

The left side knew that as long as they continued to invest in the Dunhuang research, these people would have continuous work. With work, they could support their families, and this shack would most likely become a village or town.

If this place was chaotic enough, then he would be able to hide!

Hiding in the labourer's shack, under the dim light of the oil lamp, he began to organize the notes. Although it was only a third of the way through, he still found a lot of interesting information.

A quarter of an hour later, Shang Tai and the translators under the CIA also arrived, a total of three people gathered in the small hut and started to systematically steal Sai Mouerbeike's research results.

"What a bountiful harvest …" "Look, in the temple of the Bamiyan Buddha, there was once the sariras of the Buddha of Shakyamuni, as well as countless buddhist treasures!"

"The location has already been drawn. He just doesn't have time to bring them out. He still has to hurry, so he sealed it on the spot …"

"Record it down. Our spies, hurry up and dig it up!"

"Here... He also generally confirmed an emperor-level mausoleum in ancient Persia... "This fellow is really smart. Through the local legends, as well as the historical records of the neighboring countries, he was able to find it …"

"The general area he drew on the map with his pen was the location of the Tomb of the King of Persia …"

"Wise man, this Samuel seems to hate him, but I can't help but admire his ability!"

Although they were enemies, their peers would appreciate each other!

Only his peers would be able to understand that his opponent was a capable person. The baker probably wouldn't be able to understand who was the 'great' and 'unorthodox' person in this field!

In the same way, even antiques players couldn't figure out how a lathe's standard was set. Why would someone earn one silver dollar a day while you earned one in three days?

The more Samuel read, the more breathtaking his notes became. The beginning was the map of the treasure trove, the Tomb of the Emperor, the local customs … In the end, the dry goods finally appeared!

"This Samuel is a spy!" He is recording the situation of the armies of all the countries along the way, as well as the mountain roads! "

"The various garrisons, fortresses, weapons and equipment, and the inside information of the rulers... He's on record! "

"Look …" There was also a record of the General Yili's Rong Quan here … This fellow actually drew a map of the Tower City's Qing Army's defensive area! "

The left side had a face full of pride, "Look, look..." What did I say... This fellow is not a good person! "

Just then, one of the translators under Shang Tai's command looked as if he had seen a ghost. The piece of paper in his hand started to tremble, and his hands started to shake.

"F * ck …" "F * ck!"

"This is more than a spy, this is not a human!"