"At the ti, we wanted to see what animals were on the island, but after going in a circle, we were quite disappointed because there were only so insects and one bird. Due to carelessness, I even took a tumble."
"It hurt."
"That ti."
"My ankle throbbed for a week."
"Sigh!"
"People get old, mory fades, and the body doesn’t hold up like it used to. Back then, I could climb a mountain all in one go with ease. Now, climbing a few floors requires a rest."
"Young man."
"When you have ti."
"Make sure to exercise more, a good body makes everything good. When the body deteriorates, everything goes downhill. The best years of life shouldn’t only be in your twenties or thirties. Try to..."
"..."
At this mont.
The entire investigation team was in a state of confusion. The last ti they veered off topic, it was mainly about scolding Myanmar. This ti, not much scolding, but could you stop going off on tangents?
Where was this going?
Seriously.
Are you guys really scientists?
So long-winded.
And still able to achieve such results in scientific research? We can’t believe it. Outsiders suggest Transcription Fluid was a product of luck. We didn’t believe it much before, but now, damn, I believe it.
Absolutely.
Definitely.
Certainly.
These few scientists have little content, just good luck.
Hmm.
Case solved.
Truth revealed.
The leader wanted to interrupt several tis.
However.
He still didn’t speak up, that scientist looked quite happy talking about this, and if you disturb his mood, don’t bother asking the following questions, just pack up and go ho.
I’ll endure.
I’ll endure.
Several minutes later.
Finally.
The narrative about the Sea Island and life ca to an end, the leader, Spirit, was revitalized, hastily skimming through the images, and finally finished reviewing the ship’s images, yet the outco was unsatisfactory.
A dozen or so suspected.
So.
Although it narrowed the scope, it wasn’t very useful.
Alright.
Next question.
"Take a look at this person, have you seen him?" The leader took out a photo, Cis’s younger son, in fact, he didn’t know why, but the consortium demanded it.
No choice.
Just do it.
"Oh..."
A long "oh" sound.
Suddenly energized the leader, but it didn’t last more than two seconds.
"Never t."
"..."
You’ve never t him but made such a fuss, can’t you be serious? I do have a temper, provoke once more... I’ll close myself off for you to see. Ahem, after the humor, the leader returned to reality.
"No impression at all?"
"No."
"Then think carefully."
"Familiar, yet unfamiliar, you know, different skin tones, everyone looks a bit face-blind, I can’t see the difference in Westerners, and similarly, you might find us alike, so I can’t figure it out."
"..."
This is the impression.
Great.
Another wasted question.
Next.
"What about him?"
"Looks familiar, kind of..."
"..."
"This place, have you been there?"
"A little familiar, I rember at that ti..."
"..."
After ten minutes, the leader looked bitter.
God!
God!
Please collect these people’s powers. If you don’t, I’ll end up sending them express to you, although, I only dare to think about it, if I acted on it, I’d be the first to be sent express.
You guys.
Keep your powers in check.
We concede.
We submit.
Goodbye.
No.
Hope to never see you again.
"Sorry to bother you."
"You’re welco. Hope it helps you, but the body isn’t up to it, sigh!"
"..."
In a word.
The leader almost choked. Helping us? It’s great you didn’t add to the confusion. This matter, it’s best to wrap up quickly, whoever wants to dig can do so, facing this group, you can’t hit or scold.
Take a deep breath.
"Thank you!"
"Let’s go."
With a stomach full of anger.
The investigation team left the sanatorium, looking back, the whole building seed to harbor a hint of malice, even the leader guessed with evil humor, that the next ti they’d see each other could be at a critical care bed.
Forget it.
Whoever wants.
This job.
We can’t handle it, see you never, goodbye to you!
Get in the car.
Leave.
"Leader, how do we report this?" asked a team mber after leaving the sanatorium.
"Report?"
The leader sneered.
"Whoever has the capability, let them handle it, we didn’t return empty-handed, at least we made so progress, obtained further ’information’, as for how effective it is, can’t bla us."
No gain?
No.
Who says that?
Stand up.
We returned with a ’full load’, okay? You ask what we gained? Hmph, obviously a belly full of frustration. Faced with such a tricky opponent, with local non-cooperation, they had no thod.
"Right."
"That’s it."
"Hmm."
"Understood."
"..."
A few minutes later.
Hung up the phone, the leader felt relieved; just reported to the direct superior, and there ca definite news, they can return ho, apparently, the consortiums had given up, not ready to continue investigating.
Or.
Not ready to start from here.
Too difficult.
"How is it?"
The mbers looked at him.
"Return ho."
Upon hearing.
"Hurrah!"
"We can go back."
"Happy."
"..."
In the car.
A feeling of joy filled the space, the leader rolled his eyes, counting it, only a few days of work this month, although the most leisurely paid leave, it was also an annoying affair.
Because.
Things weren’t done well, as the leader, it felt like a dereliction of duty.
But.
Who cares.
It’s not my fault, the fault lies with the one who assigned this task, misjudging the situation. Lalala, what to do at ho? See family, et friends, have a lazy sleep, take a stupid dog for a walk.
Life.
So wonderful.
...
In the afternoon.
The investigation team ca to the museum again, it had been a month since it opened, the tourist wave mostly subsided, aside from a few who ca to see the Dinosaur diamonds daily, most people were fairly regular.
Once.
Twice.
Three tis at most.
Afterwards.
Unless there’s a new exhibit, they won’t go to the fuss daily, hence, over a month since opening, as long as one registered, they almost always got in, before leaving Myanmar, they wanted to take another look.
Dinosaur?
No.
That’s for kids.
Gold.
Diamonds.
Cash.
These things that stimulate the human brain are what they truly love, so upon entering, they ignored so-called Antiques and headed straight to their target, quickly spotting a Pyramid.
Sharp.
Asia Dollar.
Cash.
A whole twenty billion piled there.
"What? Thirty billion now?"
Approaching.
The crowd exclaid, last ti it was twenty billion, no wonder it’s a bit taller now, thirty billion, over four hundred million USD placed there, spectacular, knowing the Asia Dollar is already one of the hard currencies.
Spectacular!
"Kaka!"
Quickly taking pictures.
Next ti.
Will it turn into fifty billion? Possibly, after all, bills, essentially, are just paper, their value provided by national credit, so for Myanmar, the cost of thirty billion in cash isn’t high.
After the exhibition.
Spend it all if you like.
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