Wasted? Zeng Gong looked at the stall owner with some horror. His profile was similar to that of an Asian. It could be seen that he had very strong Indian blood. However, this was not the reason for his conscience, because they were as early as tens of thousands of years ago. The pioneer regiment that opened up the New World parted ways with the Chinese. In terms of blood, they were no longer relatives. "Why do you think I have such a strong conscience that I can tell you the truth?" The stall owner glanced at Zeng Gong and sneered. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????. "Stupid. Anyone who knows a little bit of Old French can understand this diary. As long as this person is well-informed or doesn't take chances, he will know that this diary is useless. Besides, how can anyone who knows Old French understand it? The information is not well-informed. Of course, if you insist on buying it, it will cost you ten thousand dollars, not even a cent less." The stall owner said with a gloomy face. ¡°Well, Zeng Gong scratched his head in embarrassment. This stall owner is really annoying. "Let me tell you, the treasure location of this diary is within the Green Lotus Ranch, the largest contiguous private ranch in the United States. This really has something to do with you Chinese. I hope you get to know that Chinese guy. Maybe he can get along with you. You share the treasure equally." The stall owner said coldly, especially towards the ranchers in the west, which was their hometown. Qinglian Ranch? Zeng Gong's heart moved. "Can it be cheaper? I don't have so much cash." I picked up the notebook and carefully turned through a few pages and asked casually. "I have a POS machine here." As he said this, the stall owner took out an old POS machine from a pile of junk. Okay, can this still be fun? "Then boss, are you so sure that the location is within the Qinglian Ranch?" Ten thousand US dollars is not much, but he is really unwilling to do so. ¡°I am from Crow.¡± The stall owner said harshly. The Crow tribe? Zeng Gong suddenly realized that the Indian tribe living near Billings was, of course, a protected area. According to legend, the Crow tribe lived along the Yellowstone River Valley before, and even the Green Lotus Ranch was once their territory. After the invasion, they now have no choice but to live huddled in the reserve. This is a history of humiliation and blood and tears for the Indians. No wonder they have such a bad face. "Then it's a deal." Zeng Gong said with a smile. After swiping the card, the stall owner looked better. In old and American society, sometimes money is higher than faith. "Young man, let me remind you that Qinglian Ranch is not easy to mess with. It is said that they hired many retired special forces. No one who sneaked into Qinglian Ranch can come out." With the green knife in hand, the stall owner naturally Talkative. "Oh?" Zeng Gong became interested, but he didn't expect that this stall owner was not an ordinary person. ¡°I am the son of the chief of the Crow tribe, so of course I know more things.¡± The stall owner said calmly. ¡°Well, Zeng Gong is convinced. I didn¡¯t expect to meet a noble here. Don't underestimate the Indians. Although they still live in tribal groups, they are also advancing with the times, and they own a large amount of land and have no shortage of money. Now they are also involved in all aspects of the United States. The current president* ** was the first president accepted by an Indian tribe. So, don¡¯t underestimate these natives, don¡¯t underestimate them. "Boss, you have a lot of good stuff here." Zeng Gong suddenly discovered that this Indian man's stall had a lot of good stuff. Of course, the most popular items were Indian handicrafts. Many people liked this style. "They are all old things from home." The stall owner suddenly blushed and spoke a little weakly. Old things? Zeng Gong didn't think he was telling the truth. Of course, no one would care about this. The Indians have the right to self-governance and federal laws cannot control it. Zeng Gong would not worry about it. Even if it is stolen goods, he can Clean it up and buy what you like. "This crystal plate is good, I want it." Zeng Gong suddenly found an amethyst-made plate among the mess and said playfully. "Two hundred thousand dollars, not even a penny less." The stall owner looked at the crystal in Zeng Gong's hand and said loudly. "Then keep it for yourself." Zeng Gong shook his head and put the crystal aside. "Well, sir, it is a piece of carving art from the Mayan civilization. Look at how exquisite the craftsmanship is. Even the best craftsmen in our tribe cannot do this. The two hundred thousand US dollars is definitely worth it." The stall owner was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that Zeng Gong didn't bargain, and immediately started talking. I believe you are the only one who has ghosts. "Do you think a nation that has not entered the bronze and iron civilization can be competent in the project of carving crystal? Don't ask me about water."?The skull has now been proven to be nothing more than a hoax, and many crystal skulls in major museums in Britain and France were later proven to be forgeries. Zeng Gong curled his lips and dismissed the stall owner's deception. "This" the stall owner was speechless for a moment. "Your crystal plate looks very exquisite, and the material is crystal. I think two thousand dollars is worth it." appropriate. "It is better to chase the poor bandits bravely. Zeng Gong does not want the stall owner to notice. "God, sir, are you kidding me? "The stall owner said angrily. The items brought out from the tribe are all collected by his dead father and the generations above. How can they be compared with the garbage. "I'm serious, you. Although the crystal stencils look exquisite, there are always traces of mechanical processing. They are worth collecting as handicrafts. Two thousand dollars is a lot. Zeng Gong responded seriously. "Mechanical processing. The stall owner managed to avoid choking to death on a mouthful of old blood. He opened his eyes wide and said, "This is an ancient relic, okay? It is something that is passed down in an orderly manner in our tribe." " "Dude, don't get excited, I understand what you mean, there were mechanical processing a hundred years ago, right? Zeng Gong didn't show any weakness and stared back. "A hundred years ago, that was an antique. You bought it for two thousand dollars?" "The stall owner's eyes lit up and he looked at Zeng Gong in disbelief. "Man, you have to understand that mechanically processed things do not have artistic value. The dull lines have already greatly compromised this crystal. Two thousand dollars. This is the highest price I can offer. If you feel dissatisfied, then I can only give up. Zeng Gong shook his head and prepared to get up and leave. "No, no, man, can't you bid more?" "The stall owner quickly stopped Zeng Gong and said hopefully. "To be honest, he has been putting this thing on display for a long time. Many people ignored it after seeing it, and they didn't even bother to tell the price. "Two thousand US dollars, one Not more cents. Zeng Gong stretched out two fingers and said seriously. "Okay, you win, man." "The stall owner quickly took out a packaging box and wrapped it for Zeng Gong, and then swiped his card. After receiving the money and goods, Zeng Gong was ready to leave. "Young man, wait a minute. "