Jiang Hao looked at the surroundings again, and the lonely wooden boxes beside him. He was more willing to believe that these boxes belonged to a general's private collection.

After counting carefully, there were 20 paintings in this box. Jiang Hao took out one, put the picture frame on the box, and used a flashlight to appreciate it. This is a portrait of a naked woman. Does her figure have to be average.

As for the painting skills, Jiang Hao does not make any comments. After all, everyone has different styles and different expressions. Some people’s paintings are just a bullshit, but they are praised by others. His bullshit is valuable.

Looking at the name below, Jean-Leon Jerome, Jiang Hao knew this name, a French painter and a representative figure of the Academy's painting school, with solid painting skills, rigorous painting style, delicate brushwork and rich colors.

However, Jiang Hao felt that it seemed too general and it was not easy to understand. Jiang Hao would probably be able to sell this painting for about 600,000 pounds.

Isn't this much clearer?

Therefore, art is also valuable, and the price also divides art into many levels. Artists show off most of the time to make their works more valuable, that's all.

Especially some modern so-called painters, there is no limit to hype.

Pooh!

It’s useless to say that more, Jiang Hao put all the oil paintings in this box closer to the space. As for other paintings, I won’t read them now. I will study them carefully after I go back.

When he opened another box, Jiang Hao found that the box was also oil paintings. The third box was still oil paintings. This guy seemed to be an oil painting enthusiast. He would not have collected the last box.

When the fourth box was pried open, Jiang Hao found that this time it was not an oil painting. There were several canvas bags inside. Jiang Hao wanted to raise it, but found that it was very heavy, each of which should be about 200 kilograms.

Jiang Hao immediately had a guess in his mind about this volume and weight. He took out a dagger and separated a hole in the canvas bag, and a piece of gold flashed out. It was gold.

Take it away,

Take it away,

Taking it away.

In the end, Jiang Hao found a wooden box. The box was the size of a shoe box but was only ten centimeters thick. Jiang Hao turned the box over and opened the lid to the outside to prevent poisonous needles, venom, and toxic smoke from spraying out.

Obviously, Jiang Hao read too many novels and didn't spew out anything. Jiang Hao took the box and looked at it and found that there was a piece of yellow paper inside. Jiang Hao took out the paper and found that it was a simple map, and in a corner of the map, there was a sentence written.

"The place where the prophet fell, Syria---Marella."

Jiang Hao was a little confused.

Put it away first.

All the boxes were opened and all the treasures inside were plundered by Jiang Hao. The harvest this time, the gold was nothing. The more precious ones were the oil paintings. There were 66 pairs of oil paintings in total. He didn't look carefully just now. If there were treasures in it, it would be absolutely fine to sell them for tens of millions of pounds.

OK, it seems that's it here.

Jiang Hao was about to retreat, and he came in for more than three hours. I guess Laura and the others were anxious. Jiang Hao crawled into the cave, halfway through the crawl, and the front was blocked. The stone he collected was thrown into it. Jiang Hao used the same trick again, took the stone away again, and then put it behind him, and soon blocked the cave.

In this way, Jiang Hao dug a hole in the mountains and returned to the entrance, but when he walked out of the cave and came outside, he suddenly saw a scene that surprised him. There were about a dozen people, surrounding Laura, Horry and Bryce in the middle. Jiang Hao obviously saw two German policemen in police uniforms.

"There is one more here." Someone shouted after seeing Jiang Hao.

"Sir, please come here," the policeman looked at Jiang Hao and shouted at Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao went over, walked into the crowd and glanced at Laura, and saw Jiang Hao knew that it was not suitable to ask now, so he looked at the police, "Mr. Police, is there anything wrong?"

"Are you treasure hunters?" the policeman asked.

At this time, a middle-aged man with stubble next to him said, "Don't argue, I know you must be. I have seen the equipment you brought, and I am definitely not ordinary hiking tourists."

Jiang Hao shrugged and smiled, "We are treasure hunters, and we are just a hobby like hiking, but I have reported to the Bavarian government for treasure hunting."

When the police heard this, their expressions calmed down a lot, but the middle-aged man was still a little angry and said to Jiang Hao and the others: "You report to the state government, but have you told me that these mountains are my private property. If you want to dig treasures on my territory, that is absolutely not allowed."

Jiang Hao blinked and shrugged, "Okay, since that's the case, then we'll leave now."

Found the treasure hiding, the treasure hunting activity here has been completed. No one knows that Jiang Hao has gained the greatest benefit, and it doesn’t matter if he is driven away.

"Since the master does not allow it, then you can leave." The policeman said.

Jiang Hao and Laura took their luggage down the mountain and returned to the car. Horry drove, Bryce sat in the co-pilot, Jiang Hao and Laura sat side by side in the back. Laura said with some annoyance: "It's really troublesome to explore treasures in a peaceful place, and you can't do anything at all."

Jiang Hao smiled and said, "Don't be angry anymore. Actually, I have entered the hole and got some things."

Laura had a hint of surprise on her face, "Have you really discovered it? What is it?"
Chapter completed!