"Haha, you really want to know?"
"Of course, brother, you are my brother, tell your brothers."
"Do you still remember that I saved a foreign Taoist priest in London that year? An old Taoist priest?"
"Foreign Taoist priest? Old foreign Taoist priest? Why don't I remember? Old Yang, you are not going to say that you learned this great Qigong from an old foreign Taoist priest, are you? It is even less reliable than saying that this is something passed down from your ancestors. Foreigners do not believe in Taoism, they believe in God Jesus."
"Forget it. If you don't believe me after I tell you, then there's nothing I can do."
Guo Xiaoxiang on the other end of the phone scratched his head and asked, "Old Yang, we were together all the time in London. When did you save an old foreign Taoist priest? Why don't I remember it?"
"If you don't remember, it's because you drank too much that night. I clearly remember that you bought two hamburgers for that old Taoist priest! But it's understandable that you don't remember, because you drank too much in the bar that night."
"Oh, now that you mention it, it seems like this is true. But I only remember buying a hamburger for someone, but that person was a homeless man. How did he become an old Taoist priest?"
"That homeless man was an old foreign Taoist priest with special skills. It's a pity that you didn't seize the opportunity, and in the end, the old Taoist priest taught me this unique skill..."
Guo Xiaoxiang was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded: "Old Yang, you are getting more and more ridiculous now. Come on, I won't talk to you anymore, I still have to check the test results over there."
"Well, my phone is running out of battery. Oh, and don't let Uncle Guo call me when he comes back. I'm in the mountains now, and there's no place to charge my phone. I'll contact you later. That's it, I'm hanging up!"
After hanging up the phone, Yang Jing smiled silently. It was very good to get such good news. At least for the sake of these two mines, the country should protect itself, right?
Shaking his head, Yang Jing was too lazy to endure the cold here any longer, so he folded up the tent and went straight back to the time and space of 1988.
After getting up the next day, Yang Jing wandered around the manor for another day, but he didn't find anything interesting. However, in the evening, all the books that Butler Shedon asked the servants to buy were delivered.
However, Yang Jing was not satisfied with the dinner. He did not know what Chef Carlos was thinking. He chose to cook Chinese food instead of Mexican food. Can a Mexican like you cook Chinese food? Look at this, it is called sweet and sour pork tenderloin. This is clearly a mess...
So after taking two bites, Yang Jing decisively put down his knife and fork, and then asked Butler Seldon to call Carlos over. He told him repeatedly that from now on, as long as he was around, he should not cook any other dishes, but just cook his Mexican food honestly, as his Mexican food was very delicious.
The fat chef was so happy that he left happily...
After returning to his room, Yang Jing spent about an hour picking out all the hidden words in the remaining twenty or so books. Then he compared them with the incomplete list from yesterday, and eight different place names immediately appeared.
These eight locations are all in the Philippines and are located on five islands. The largest number of them is on Luzon Island, with three, followed by Mindoro Island, with two. The remaining three locations are scattered on three different islands.
However, although these eight locations are not on the same island, they all have one thing in common, that is, they are all located in deep mountains and forests!
At this time, Yang Jing was almost certain that the eight places where Alfred had hidden were likely to hide some big secrets. However, in order to find out what secrets were in these eight places, he still needed to figure it out slowly. After all, this was only the content recorded in one notebook, and Yang Jing still had to think of a way to decipher the other notebook.
But Yang Jing was not in a hurry. These two notebooks had a history of at least thirty or forty years. So many years had passed, so a few days would definitely not make a difference.
However, Yang Jing's plan was completely disrupted by a phone call early the next morning. Mike Aller called and asked Yang Jing to go back. Some things were inconvenient to discuss over the phone, so Yang Jing needed to go back and Mike Aller would report to him personally.
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