Zhang Zian had always thought that he was very good at talking nonsense, but now he knew that there was always someone better than him. Peter Lee had defeated him in this regard.
Logically speaking, Peter Lee's sensational theories should be quite popular in street stalls or newsstands at train stations. If he wrote a book, he might become a best-selling author.
However, nothing was absolute. If the ancient map that Peter Lee had was real, and there really was a pyramid hidden in the desert for thousands of years, it would be a good place to put the Holy Cat statue.
Although Peter Lee and the others were very stubborn, stubborn people often had very strong actions. In addition, they were not short of money. They all seemed like respectable people with status. It would not be surprising if they could really get something rare.
Zhang Zian asked without much hope, "That … ancient map of yours, you probably won't just show it to others, right?"
Peter Lee laughed. "That map was tattooed on sheepskin. It's badly worn, so I definitely can't carry it around with me. So, Jeff, do you have any other questions? "
"When are you leaving?" Zhang Zian asked again.
"The sooner the better. We can't wait to reach our destination, absorb the pure and huge cosmic energy, improve ourselves, and evolve to a higher level! As long as the food and water are ready, we can leave at any time, but we can accommodate your schedule, "Peter Lee said, pretending to be generous.
The sun was setting, and the night was coming. The desert without vegetation was rapidly cooling down.
Zhang Zian looked at the sky and estimated that the expedition team would need a whole day to prepare the supplies, mainly food and water. Other research equipment and rented off-road vehicles were easy to arrange.
"The day after tomorrow. The earliest would be the day after tomorrow," he said.
"Okay, in the morning of the day after tomorrow, we will gather here. See you there." Peter Lee smiled and reached out his hand.
Zhang Zian shook his hand symbolically.
"Are we going back to the city together now? We need to hurry up and prepare the supplies. If you need anything, we can help you. "Peter Lee made a" please "gesture.
"No, I still have something to do. I need to stay a little longer," Zhang Zian refused.
Peter Lee gave Nabari a warning look, as if to say that he should not have the idea of slipping away early. Otherwise, he would be going against the orders of his chief.
Nabari was silent.
Actually, Zhang Zian really did stay behind for something. He was not trying to steal her away. He knew the Bedouin people's customs and would not force them.
He wanted to ask Salem to record a video to prove that Sihwa's rescue was not a show. This was very important. It was fine if he couldn't get a reward for saving someone, but he couldn't let himself be wronged.
Peter Lee led the members of the Institute and drove away. The Bedouin tribe finally regained its peace.
Smoke rose from the huts one after another. After the sun had set, the people who had been hungry for a day could finally start eating.
Nabari insisted on inviting Zhang Zian to stay for a meal. The Bedouin people of Saadi were very hospitable. Although they had only four walls, they were very willing to share everything they had with their guests.
Dinner was Nabari's wife's baked pancakes, dipped in a red sauce with garlic in it. The side dishes were tomato slices, cucumber slices, and dates. There was also milk wine. It was quite shabby compared to outside, but that was all there was to the food at home, so there was nothing to be picky about.
Nabari wanted to ask Salem to go outside with him to slaughter a sheep, then roast it to eat. Zhang Zian tried his best to persuade him to stop. There was no refrigerator here. Could three people finish a sheep? It would be a waste if they couldn't finish it.
The pancake dipped in the sauce was okay, but people who were used to eating fine food in the city could easily notice that if they chewed carefully, they could feel the fine sand in the pancake.
After the meal, a bonfire was lit in the middle of the village. The men gathered around the bonfire to sing and dance, probably to celebrate the end of the day of Ramadan. They did not have any musical instruments, simply using their palms to make the beat. The children ran around the bonfire happily, and the women hid far away to watch.
Nabari did not participate in this celebration. He sat in the house smoking a hookah, looking at the bonfire thoughtfully.
Because the air was extremely dry and there was no light pollution in the city, the night sky in the desert was extremely pure. It was purer than the night sky of any place Zhang Zian had been to. When he looked up, he could see the sky full of stars.
With the help of the fire, Zhang Zian took out his mobile phone and explained the whole story to Salem with some reservations. He only told him that the girl who saved him was in trouble in China, and people suspected that her saving him was a scam. He asked him to record a video to tell the truth to the Chinese audience and prove the girl's innocence.
Salem was filled with righteous indignation. His face turned red, and he shouted, "That girl risked her life to save me, and she was slandered by others? Is there any justice in this world? Jeff, you said that the girl's name is Sihwa, right? "
"That's right. Well, this is a screenshot of her live broadcast."
Zhang Zian showed him a screenshot.
When Salem saw Sihwa's face, his eyes almost popped out. He did not breathe for half a minute!
What a god! This was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in this life, his previous life, and his next life!
Whether it was the female tourists from foreign countries or the young local girls in Alexandria Harbor who did not cover their faces, all of them added up could not compare to one of her eyelashes!
This girl must have saved the world in her previous life, so God would give her such a peerless appearance!
Such a beautiful girl was actually his savior?
If this was not fate, what was?
He stared at the screenshot with a silly smile on his face.
To be honest, Salem's reaction was not out of Zhang Zian's expectations. He was shocked by any girl who turned on a beauty camera from a live broadcast platform, let alone Sihwa.
"Okay! For Sihwa, let alone recording a video, even if you want my life, I will agree! "Salem wanted to take out his heart and present it to Sihwa.
Zhang Zian laughed and said, "You're too serious. Your life is your own, and no one has the right to take it. Just tell the camera your name, nationality, where you work, and what happened that day. The more detailed, the better. By the way, try not to mention my name in the video. If you must mention it, say it's Jeff. "
Salem did not quite understand why Zhang Zian did not want to reveal his full name to the audience, but it did not matter. His mind was full of the beautiful figure of the girl who had saved him …
"By the way, will China's parents accept a foreign son-in-law?" he suddenly asked without rhyme or reason.
Zhang Zian did not have the heart to hurt him. He had probably even chosen a child's name …
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