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"Didn't you mean Hilton?" Lao Dao said, looking at the 60-story building in front of him.

"That's right. This is the only Hilton hotel in Xiangjiang. It can't be wrong."

When we arrived at the service desk, the beautiful waiter smiled and said: Welcome to Conrad Hotel.

Xia Chuan took out his driver's license and waved it. What the waiter saw was a police officer's ID card.

"Which room does Jamies, the antique dealer, occupy?"

"1806."

"Ok."

The two walked straight into the elevator.

In the monitoring room, the screen returned to normal from the snowflake state. The guard looked puzzled. Fortunately, the time was short and he didn't care.

……

Jamies sat on the sofa, with two tough bodyguards standing behind him, both looking at the opposite wall.

A huge "China Treasure Map" in Chinese and English is hung on the wall. It clearly marks the locations of ancient tombs excavated by Chinese official archaeological teams and private tomb robbers over the years, and the names of unearthed cultural relics. Some of them are also accompanied by cultural relics. Some of the photos are portraits of cultural relics.

There was a knock on the door.

A bodyguard walked over and opened the door and found no one outside.

He was stunned for a moment, then walked out and looked around, and there was indeed no one there.

He looked at the guest room door opposite. He probably heard wrongly and knocked on the opposite door.

He convinced himself and turned back to the room.

James frowned and asked, "No one?"

"Enter the guest room opposite." the bodyguard replied.

Jamies didn't care either. Idiots are always with idiots. One knocked on the wrong door and the other opened the door after hearing the wrong thing.

As the largest antique dealer in Eagle Country, his mode of operation is to regularly gather a large number of cultural relics to Xiangjiang through the Chinese cultural relics smuggling group, and then transport them to Eagle Country, the United States, Switzerland and other places via ocean-going freighters, or sell them directly. To collectors, or through auction houses, to make huge profits.

Thinking about how many joints need to be opened, you will know how huge his smuggling network is.

People from Xiangjiang, people from the mainland, people from Eagle Country, people from the police, people from the customs, people from the auction house...

The phone rang.

"Hello, I'm James."

"Mr. Jimis, I'm Xi Dongran. How's your weather?"

"It's not bad," Jimis looked at the drizzle outside the window and said, "It's sunny and sunny."

"The handicrafts you ordered last time have arrived in Shenzhen Town. There are [-] pieces in total. They can be passed at any time."

"Ok, the old rules are to pay a deposit after looking at the photos, and pay the full payment after inspecting the goods on board the ship."

"We'll be there in an hour."

……

Zhou Yan walked into the Conrad Hotel dressed like a tourist.

Her appearance was not very beautiful, and she was deliberately hiding it. She wore a straw hat with the brim lowered, making her look even more ordinary. She only had a travel backpack on her body.

Scanning her eyes, it turned out that Xia Chuan and Lao Dao were not waiting for her. She gritted her teeth with hatred. She would have known better not to tell them which hotel she was in and let them find them.

"I have a friend who just checked in. His name is Xia Chuan. Please help me check which room he is in."

"Sorry, if your 'just' means today, there is no one named Xia Chuan."

Zhou Yan was startled and said: "That means we haven't arrived yet. Please book me a room, preferably 1818. I like this number better."

"That's the presidential suite, are you sure?" the waiter smiled.

"Oh, let's change it to 1808."

"Please wait."

……

When Zhou Yan passed by 1806, she stood for a moment, but could not hear the voices inside.

She glanced at 1807 opposite, strolled to 1808 next door, opened the door, and tidied her backpack for a while. Still no one came out, so she entered the room and closed the door.

He took out a suction cup from his backpack with a hose attached to it, like a doctor's stethoscope. Plug both ends into his ears and suck the suction cup on the wall.

The sound from next door came faintly, but the sound insulation effect of the wall was so good that I couldn't hear what was said.

Zhou Yan put away the tools and just made sure Jimis was inside.

Let the veteran come over and listen to the rest.

She took out bread, sausage and water from her bag, and stood at the door, chewing silently while listening to the noise.

It was not long before there was a faint knock on the door outside.

It's Jamie's room.

She immediately put away the food, took the room card, opened the door and walked out.

Sure enough, there was a middle-aged fat man standing at the door of Jamies' room, holding a lockbox in his hand.

When she opened the door, the fat man looked at her keenly, with all the flesh on his face tense and his eyes extremely alert.

Zhou Yan glanced over expressionlessly and then walked forward calmly.

The door opened, and Zhou Yan happened to pass behind the fat man. She glanced casually and saw only a bodyguard.

The fat man went in and the door quickly closed.

Zhou Yan continued forward and walked directly to the elevator.

The door behind her opened again, and the bodyguard glanced at her back before closing it again.

Zhou Yan came back without hesitation this time, quickly entered her room, took out the suction cup again, and listened carefully.

……

Xi Dongran sat in front of the sofa, opened the password box, and pushed it in front of Jimis.

A whole box full of photos.

The cultural relics in the photos all have the same white cloth in the background, and there are numbered labels on the white cloth. This cannot be faked, and the cultural relics must be in his hands.

Jamies looked at each one.

From the Neolithic Age to the Qing Dynasty, most of the bronzes, jades, stonewares, lacquerwares, pottery, porcelain, and ancient paintings are precious cultural relics of level three or above.

Each piece is exquisite and can be called a cultural treasure.

As for the source, of course it comes from tomb robberies, and a small number of them were stolen from temples.

Moreover, the age and variety of these cultural relics, as well as the high artistic taste, are enough to be included in a museum of their own.

"This piece of lacquerware is still in a saturated state and has not yet dehydrated."

"This piece of pottery carries the ancient tomb style..."

Demis was happy in his heart and spoke casually. He was extremely professional about the time, place, value and characteristics of the cultural relics.

With such a profound heritage, it is not difficult to imagine that the number of Chinese cultural relics exported through his hands must be an astronomical number.

Xi Dongran listened casually, he didn't care about this, he just wanted to know the final quotation.

James only looked at the first hundred photos. He knew that the more valuable things were numbered first, and he just turned over the rest like shuffling playing cards.

With just those [-] artifacts, Jimis is sure to make $[-] million.

"Eighteen million U.S. dollars." Jimis put down the photo.

Xi Dongran shook his head: "You don't know how much I spent, 3000 million US dollars."

Jimis smiled and said: "Don't be ridiculous, a few tomb robbers just spent a little money, and your damage rate is a bit high, those ancient paintings are almost scrapped, I will pack the 1900 million US dollars."

The two went back and forth, but in the end Jimis was the loud one and settled on $2000 million.

Jimis picked up a box from his feet and pushed it to Xi Dongran.

"This is the deposit."

Xi Dongran opened the box and his eyes lit up.

It's full of dollars.

What he likes most is this, what nonsense cultural relics are worthless in his eyes, and only US dollars can travel around the world.