"Passengers heading to XX, please note that the XX flight you are on is now boarding..."

The departure hall was very noisy. Li Dingan leaned back in his chair and half-squinted his eyes.

My mind was still groggy, as if it had been filled with lead.

Facts have proven that no matter how good the wine is, drinking too much will make you feel uncomfortable.

But he didn't feel drunk at all that day. He was still sober when he returned upstairs. After Yu Sicheng's driver left, he even took a hot shower.

I read a book for a while before going to bed, and I still remember the content.

What the heck, waking up drunk the next morning?

That’s weird?

"What did you do to make you so tired?"

"It's not that you're tired!"

Li Ding'an pinched his eyebrows and said, "Drink too much!"

"You were at home yesterday. Who did you drink with?"

"It was the day before yesterday!"

"The day before yesterday?"

He Anbang looked surprised, "Less than, Yu Huiyin?"

Li Ding'an was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

"Both Lao Ma and I saw it!"

He Anbang pointed at Ma Xianming, "Let's go to the Science and Technology Innovation Bureau. You and Xiao Yu are on the overpass, holding hands..."

Li Ding'an suddenly realized: Why did Yu Sicheng return home suddenly?

When I arrived, I didn’t ask any questions, just had a meal and a drink?

I probably saw it too...

"Drinking with his dad!"

"Okay...but haven't you guys met yet?"

"He came back suddenly!"

"Haha..." He Anbang laughed strangely, "You weren't caught, were you?"

Ma Xianming also laughed: "If he is caught, he will not drink, but get beaten!"

Really not in the mood to argue, Li Dingan stared at them.

The two of them had fun for a while, and He Anbang straightened his expression: "When we first met, Yu's father was able to drink with you. It seems that he knows you and likes you! He is also in the capital, right? Where does he work? ?”

Li Ding'an thought for a while: "State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission!"

what?

Both of them were shocked.

"You've all seen it!"

It's not a shameful thing, there's nothing to hide.

He couldn't hide it: these two people had a good relationship with him, and they would often deal with Yu Sicheng in the future, and their secrets would be revealed as soon as they met.

Might as well tell the truth.

Have we all seen it?

Your surname is Yu, and you still work at the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission? ?

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and Ma Xianming blurted out: "Secretary Yu?"

Li Ding'an nodded.

He Anbang was stunned and Ma Xianming was dumbfounded.

I remembered: At the gate of the Supervisory Committee, I and Lao Ma happened to talk about Li Ding'an, and he came out.

After saying hello and leaving in a hurry, Lao Ma also said: Why is Secretary Yu not happy?

Are you happy?

Who can be happy when they hear that their cabbage is about to be eaten by pigs?

The two looked at each other, and Ma Xianming shivered suddenly.

That day, he almost revealed the name "Chen Jingshu".

Is it really just that little bit different?

After being stunned for a while, Ma Xianming moved his lips and was about to say something when He Anbang stared back.

Even if I wanted to persuade him, it was not at this time or occasion.

Just in time, a prompt sounded on the radio, and He Anbang patted Li Ding'an: "Get on the plane!"

……

The plane took off at 11:30, and soon after it took off, the flight attendant brought lunch.

Li Ding'an had no appetite and only wanted a glass of hot water.

The two of them were in the same row as him, with lunch boxes in front of them, but they remained motionless.

Looking carefully, his brows were furrowed and his face was full of sadness.

"What are you worried about? Are you afraid that the location I guessed may not be accurate?"

Li Ding'an changed into a more comfortable position and said, "Don't worry, even if it's not 100%, it's at least 70% to 80%. The range error will not exceed 100 kilometers..."

Are you so relieved?

What if the inference is wrong?

After half a year of research, the key technology has been basically cracked, and most of the papers have been published. Whether or not the ruins can be found has become secondary.

And sooner or later you will find it.

What we are worried about is you boy...

"Do not believe?"

Seeing that they were indifferent, Li Ding'an pulled the blanket and said, "I'll find out when I find you. I'll take a nap first..."

He closed his eyes as he spoke.

The two people looked at each other: Can you still sleep?

Such a big heart...

……

It was sunny in the capital city and the sky was blue. When we arrived in Tongliao, it was dusk and the sky was dark.

The clouds were very low, hanging gloomily overhead. The sky was completely covered, and no trace of light could be seen.

The wind was not strong, but the temperature was very low. Black clouds were rolling in the west, as if a huge cliff had been turned upside down.

Not long after, snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

It snows in October, so it’s normal to stay on the grassland...

Li Ding'an slowly opened the suitcase, took out his cotton coat and wrapped it around himself.

He Anbang and Ma Xianming stared at each other with big eyes.

Lao Ma was fine and was wearing a jacket, so Lao He just shook out his shirt.

Because when we got on the plane, it was still sunny and hot, and it was nearly 25 degrees outside.

There was only a difference of two hours, only a thousand kilometers apart, and it was actually snowing?

Looking around, there are many people wearing shirts and short-sleeved people, including several researchers from the project team.

Shu Jinghao even wore a skirt, exposing her bare legs.

The door to the departure hall was pushed open, and the air-conditioning blew in. A group of people shivered.

Then, with a "bang, bang, bang, bang" sound, suitcases were thrown all over the floor, all looking for clothes.

After that, I ran to the bathroom like crazy...

Li Ding'an rolled up his sleeves and held the teacup in his arms, watching happily.

He Anbang hugged his arms and shivered from the cold.

He didn't have much work. He just connected with the local area and stayed for two or three days at most. He didn't even take the box and just carried the bag.

So there is nothing to add.

Li Ding'an pushed the suitcase and said, "Find it yourself!"

"besides?"

Not only that, but there are quite a few: sweaters, woolen pants, down jackets...all new!

"Why are you so thief?"

Li Ding'an unscrewed the lid and took a sip of hot tea: "I'm afraid of the cold!"

"When?"

"Of course it's when I'm in school..." Li Ding'an gestured, "You don't wear cotton-padded clothes in the snow in winter. Why don't you try standing there for half an hour?"

"You make it seem like your family is so poor that you can't even afford cotton-padded clothes?"

He Anbang thought he was talking nonsense, so he took out his sweater and woolen pants and rushed to the bathroom.

Li Ding'an smiled and shook his head.

It's over ten degrees below zero, and you're still soaking wet even though you're wearing a sweater?

Holding an equally wet and unconscious girl in your arms, waiting for an ambulance for half an hour on a snowy night?

Anyone who has tried it knows...

……

The person who picked him up was a leader of the local cultural relics bureau, surnamed Zuo. He was a classmate of the party school with He Anbang, and Ma Xianming also knew him.

Five big and three thick, with a bronze face, he is a typical Mongolian strong man.

It was suddenly warm and then cold, and I couldn't adapt to it for a while, and I couldn't even speak. Zuo Peng stretched out his hand, and as soon as He Anbang took it, he urged him: Go back to the hotel first, and then introduce it slowly.

Zuo Peng also said that he had asked the hotel to prepare roasted whole lamb and copper hot pot.

Li Ding'an felt a thump in his heart: This is Inner Mongolia!

Taking advantage of the opportunity to walk out, he pulled He Anbang: "I won't sit at the main table later!" "What are you talking about? Are you the project leader?"

"Do you know there is a saying in Inner Mongolia: The dog at the door of the yurt can drink half a catty!"

Li Ding'an sighed, "In my current state, with the level of hospitality here, how can I still catch up on the progress?"

Ma Xianming chuckled: "Go to the table when you're awake, or go to bed when you're drunk?"

"Yes, I promise it will be like this every day!"

"Okay, anyway, you only care about technology, and Ma Xianming is responsible for external docking. He is also good at drinking?"

As if he heard the last sentence, Zuo Peng turned around subconsciously: "He Guan, who do you think is a good drinker?"

"I said Lao Ma!"

"Oh, Masuo!"

Zuo Peng supported the frame of the mirror and smiled again, "I happened to have prepared a newly manufactured Mengdao furnace. I'll ask He Guan and Ma Suo to try it later..."

Ma Xianming's eyes went straight when he heard that the donkey had been fooled: the thing was more than 60 degrees, and the herdsmen used it directly as alcohol.

……

The private room was very large, with two tables set up and a lot of people, including more than a dozen of them with fresh faces.

He was very enthusiastic and greeted everyone one by one.

There was no introduction before, so the scene was a bit chaotic. He Anbang directly called them by name: "Lao Yao, Lao Wei, Lao Zhu, Lao Cheng, you sit at this table, and the others sit at another table."

Team leader Wei looked around: "Where's Teacher Li? He's not here yet?"

"Lao Ma went to call me, and Lao Ma also sat at this table..."

"Where should we sit when Teacher Li is here?"

"Sit at another table!"

Yao Chuan just sat down and stood up again: "Then I'll go over there too!"

Cheng Yongquan was nearby, stabbed him, and pointed to the wine bottle on the table.

Yao Chuan was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

This inspection was too hasty and there was no preparation at all, so we had to rely on Li Ding'an.

If Li Ding'an is drunk, the inspection will be useless...

He smiled sadly and sat down again.

"Director He, who is Teacher Li?"

He Anbang opened his mouth and said: "No one, just the technician!"

What does a technician do?

Machine maintenance, equipment maintenance, one level lower than a research assistant.

Call me teacher... Are the researchers at the National Museum of Science so polite?

Zuo Peng was suspicious when Li Ding'an and Ma Xianming entered the door.

After taking a look, the two of them looked at each other. Ma Xianming turned to the left and Li Dingan turned to the right.

The air conditioner was on full blast and it was very warm in the private room, so there was no need to wear a cotton coat.

As soon as he unbuttoned, Shu Jinghao came over and said, "Teacher Li, let me help you!"

"it is good!"

Next to him was Fang Zhijie, who quickly stood up and pulled out his chair for him.

Li Dingan took advantage of the situation and sat down.

On the other side was Yao Chuan's research assistant, who picked up a napkin and helped him wipe the dishes.

Li Ding'an nodded: "Thank you!"

The movements are very natural and skillful, as if they have been practiced countless times.

Regardless of whether it is this table or the table next to it, the expressions are quite normal, as if they are commonplace.

The key thing is that since he entered the door, eight pairs of ten pairs of eyes were staring at him.

Zuo Peng took a look and said, "Ma Suo, who is this?"

"Oh……"

Ma Xianming also opened his mouth and said, "Documentary!"

No... before you two lie, can you tell the truth?

One said he was a technician, and the other said he was a data clerk?

Zuo Peng thought for a moment: "My surname is Li?"

"Yes, my surname is Li!"

Facing Zuo Peng's stunned gaze, He Anbang remained calm: "He is indeed responsible for a lot!"

"How many?"

Zuo Peng smiled strangely, "He Guan, how come I remember that the person in charge of the project is named Li?"

He waved again, "Xiao Dong, give me your bag!"

The two were immediately dumbfounded.

For field archaeology, you must first apply to the superior cultural relics department and communicate with the local cultural relics department. Zuopeng has relevant information.

At first glance, the project leader’s surname is Li?

Ask again, you are not at this table?

Why are you hiding?

Li Ding'an sighed, stood up helplessly, put his hands together and made a bow: "Director Zuo, I'm sorry, please don't take it off: I can't drink well, and I'm responsible for technology, so I can't get drunk..."

It's actually quite impolite to do this. There's nothing wrong with being polite.

But how could Zuo Peng care?

After entering the door, He Anbang also took off his coat. Who took it for him?

He is the executive deputy director of the National Museum and the actual person in charge of the National Museum. But when he sat down, who helped him pull the stool?

And the attitudes of Yao Chuan, Wei Zili, and Cheng Yongquan: do they feel they respect him more than they do He Anbang?

You can't be at a higher level than He Anbang, right?

Surely not, so young?

But he is also the person in charge of the project... If it were from other units, it would be inevitable to think about other places.

Such as family background and so on.

But these old antiques who study antiques are all stupid. No matter who your father is or who your father is, I don’t care.

So, it's quite weird...

"Blame it on me, I'm blind!"

Zuo Peng smiled politely and said, "Don't worry, Teacher Li, I won't force you. You can drink as much as you can..."

"Thank you, Director Zuo!"

Ma Xianming stepped aside and sat down.

Zuo Peng waved to the secretary again.

He was holding a briefcase in his hand and helped him unzip it.

Since people have already sat down, there is no need to read the information...

The secretary nodded.

It was also unfortunate that as soon as he turned around, he bumped into the waiter serving tea. The collision was not serious, but the bag fell to the ground.

Immediately, a round thing rolled out of the bag and rolled to He Anbang's feet.

The voice is quite crisp: "咣啷啷啷啷..."

He Anbang picked it up and squinted at it, "Feng Shui compass?"

Ma Xianming also stretched his neck: "It's rare?"

It is indeed a compass: there is a Tianchi, an inkstone, an engraved disk, an outer disk, and many concentric rings.

But it's strange: in a normal compass, whether square or round, the magnetic needle in Tianchi is movable, but this piece is fixed.

The key thing is that, whether it is orientation, heavenly stems, astrology, hexagrams... all the annotated information are not Chinese characters. They look a bit like Tibetan and a bit like Mongolian?

Mongolian compass?

It's really not that unusual.

It's heavy and quite old, with patina on the outside and copper light reflecting on the inside.

It doesn’t look like something old, it should be something old…

"What a coincidence? I'm still planning to finish my meal, or let a teacher take a look at it tomorrow. Since it fell out, why should I cut it off?"

How to break it?

No impression at all.

Mainly because he didn't recognize any of the words on it, so he couldn't tell...

"what is this?"

Zuo Peng spread his hands: "If I had known, I wouldn't have gotten this!"

After looking at it for a while, He Anbang shook his head and handed it to Ma Xianming.

The two were sitting very close, and he could see clearly: they were the same, no impression.

He also shook his head and handed it to Li Ding'an.

Li Ding'an narrowed his eyes and looked very carefully.

He didn't speak, and the table suddenly became silent, just staring at the thing in his hand.

This aura?

Zuo Peng was startled and a little doubtful: This is not archeology, but appraisal!

At such a young age, can he do it? (End of chapter)

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