Chapter 91: Tomb Raider Duo – My Heart Hurts!

The tomb-raiding duo found their way to the bathroom.

With a loud bang, Fatty Wang shoved Angkor into the corner and exclaimed excitedly,

"Angkor, do you realize what just happened? We gave up Song Huizong's calligraphy worth 300 million!"

"In the end, we only got 3 million back—not even a fraction of its real value!"

"My heart aches, do you understand?"

"Do you really understand?"

Angkor stood there, face numb. "Stop talking… My heart hurts too!"

Fatty Wang clutched his chest and wailed,

"The thought of handing over such a priceless treasure with my own hands—it's unbearable! It hurts so much I can't breathe!"

"There's nothing in our collection that even comes close to this!"

"Do you know how many tombs we'd have to rob? How many graves we'd have to dig? How many zongzi (mummies) we'd have to encounter just to find something this valuable?!"

"And yet… I let it slip away—just like that! It feels like someone has torn my heart out!"

"Can you even imagine how I feel?"

Angkor nodded numbly. "I can imagine it all too well!"

Fatty Wang suddenly thought of something and turned to Angkor, eyes filled with desperation.

"Angkor, isn't there a way to get that calligraphy back? Even if we have to pay a little more?"

"You have a good relationship with Lin Beifan. He listens to you, right?"

"Angkor, say something!"

"Can you do it?"

Angkor, I'm begging you!"

Angkor looked at him with the same deadpan expression. "What's the point? We sold it. If it were you, would you give it back?"

Fatty Wang let out another wail and slammed his hands and feet against the wall in regret and anguish.

"If I had known, I never would've gone along with this scheme!"

"Not only did we lose the treasure, but we lost a fortune! 300 million! I've never even seen that much money in my life, and now it's just gone!"

"I don't want to live anymore! I really don't!"

Angkor sighed and tried to console him weakly,

"Think about it this way—if it stayed in our hands all this time and we never realized its value, then it never really belonged to us. Just pretend we never had it in the first place!"

"But we did have it once!" Fatty Wang gritted his teeth in pain.

Angkor sighed again. "Fatty, let it go! We'll just rob more tombs in the future. If we keep searching, we're bound to find something just as valuable!"

Fatty Wang clenched his fists. "Fine! But if you don't help me dig at least ten more tombs to make up for our losses, I'll haunt you as a zongzi in your sleep!"

Angkor smirked. "Instead of a zongzi, can't you turn into a beautiful woman?"

"Like Mama Liu?"

Angkor's face instantly darkened. "Get lost!"

The two washed their faces and managed to regain some composure.

Just then, Lin Beifan appeared and dealt them another blow.

"Brother Wu, come here! I have something to tell you!"

"What is it, Mr. Lin?" Angkor asked as he walked over.

Lin Beifan grinned from ear to ear. "Brother Wu, guess what? While you were gone, Mr. Sun made another offer—400 million! Can you believe it?!"

"Ah—!" The tomb-raiding duo clutched their chests in unison.

It felt like their wounds had been torn open again.

"But," Lin Beifan continued proudly, "I didn't sell it to him!"

"This Song Huizong's Thin Gold Calligraphy is a rare treasure! Its preservation is impeccable, and it's one of a kind. Its value is immeasurable!"

"And more importantly, my good brother Wu picked it out for me! Since he personally recommended it, I treasure it even more! Don't you think so?"

"Ah—!" The tomb-raiding duo clutched their chests again.

It felt like they were bleeding inside.

Elder Sun sighed as he admired the calligraphy. "If only I had come earlier… If I had, this masterpiece wouldn't have fallen into your hands!"

"And all thanks to my dear brother Wu!" Lin Beifan patted Angkor's shoulder happily. "He was the one who convinced me to buy it! He told me it was a guaranteed profit! And now, not only did I not lose money, but I also made hundreds of millions! He's my lucky star! Ahahaha!"

"Ah—!" For the third time, the tomb-raiding duo clutched their chests.

This time, they felt cold—as cold as a zongzi lying in a tomb.

Angkor said weakly, "Mr. Lin, I… I need to go to the bathroom."

Lin Beifan looked puzzled. "Didn't you just come back? Why do you need to go again?"

"I… I want to cry…"

"What?"

Angkor immediately corrected himself. "I mean, I didn't clean up properly. I need to go again!"

Lin Beifan waved him off. "Alright, go ahead!"

Angkor clutched his chest and left, his face full of pain.

Fatty Wang followed closely, holding his own chest. "I need to go too—I didn't clean up properly either!"

After a long, tearful breakdown, the two finally composed themselves and returned.

By then, Elder Sun had finished admiring the calligraphy and reluctantly returned it to Lin Beifan, who carefully placed it back into its box.

The tomb-raiding duo let out a sigh of relief—it was finally over.

At least now, they wouldn't have to suffer any more emotional torment.

"Brother Wu, you're back? Let's continue treasure hunting! I have a feeling we'll find something good!" Lin Beifan said enthusiastically.

Angkor nodded.

"Boss, bring out your best items!" Lin Beifan called out.

"Alright! Here's the next treasure!"

Fatty Wang brought out a large box, opened it, and revealed nine peculiar-looking cups. They appeared to be made of bronze and had an ancient, elegant, and majestic design.

"What are these?" someone asked curiously.

Elder Sun's eyes widened in surprise. "These… These are Minister Cups!'

Everyone looked even more confused. "What do you mean?"

Elder Sun explained in detail,

"In ancient times, this was a set of wine cups. The word 'Zun' refers to a wine vessel, while 'Chen' refers to ministers. Together, 'Chen Zun' means a special drinking set for royal ministers."

"During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there was a short-lived kingdom. The king loved drinking and indulging in pleasure, so he had a set of five luxurious golden wine cups made for himself, called King's Zun."

"To reward his most loyal ministers, he had ninety-five additional wine cups made from bronze, calling them Minister's Zun."

"But that dynasty fell quickly. These King's Zun and Minister's Zun were scattered during the war—some were destroyed, and some disappeared entirely. Only a few have survived to this day. I can't believe I'm seeing five Minister's Zun right now!"

Fatty Wang grinned. "As expected of Mr. Sun! You have sharp eyes!"

"So… Are these wine cups valuable?" someone asked.

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(To be continued…)