Chapter 3: The Chinese and American Archaeological Team

Airport.

Housing room.

An old man in his sixties, a young man in his thirties, and a girl in his twenties were sitting together, talking nonstop, and his face was quite excited.

On the ground in front of them, there were several large bags and small bags, containing various daily necessities and many strange equipment.

As soon as Ouyang Xuan entered the waiting room, he saw these three people at a glance, and he felt that they were an archaeological team sent by the state. Because these three people all exuded a strong sense of scholarship, which made people feel very close.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in his forties turned around and carefully reminded him: "Ouyang, I will tell you again. Your current identity is: Zhang Chao, a clerk of the Archaeology Department of the Cultural Relics Protection Department of the State Administration of Cultural Relics. His responsibilities are to coordinate the work of the Sino-US archaeological team and protect the archaeological process from causing any damage to the monuments during the archaeology process. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Director Li." Ouyang Xuan nodded.

The Chinese man in front of him is Zhao Changqing, director of the Cultural Relics Protection Department of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, and is also the only person who knows his true identity during this mission.

"Okay, come with me and I'll introduce you to you." Director Zhao walked forward and smiled from a distance: "Haha, Mr. Li, sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The 60-year-old man quickly stood up and smiled and said, "You are kind to you, Director Zhao, and I would like to thank you for giving me such a good opportunity this time."

The two shook hands, and Zhao Changqing hurriedly said, "Old Li, let me introduce you." He pointed to Ouyang Xuan and said, "This young man is Zhang Chao, a clerk of my Archaeology Department. This time he is led by him to coordinate the work of the Chinese and American archaeological teams and protect the archaeological process from causing any damage to the monuments." He also said to Ouyang Xuan: "Xiao Zhang, this is our master of the archaeology industry, Professor Li Zhi and Professor Li."

"Hello, Professor Li." Ouyang Xuan quickly reached out and looked at Professor Li:

Although he is not young, he is very energetic, with straight poles and good health. His elegant face is wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which adds a bit of scholarly demeanor, but his skin is a little dark and thick, which is obviously caused by the wind and sun exposure all year round.

"Haha, young people, archaeology is very hard, can we endure hardships?" Professor Li held Ouyang Xuan's hand and said with a smile.

"No problem, I guarantee that I won't pull you back." Ouyang Xuan was very confident.

"Haha, Director Zhao, a very interesting young man, not bad, not bad." Professor Li praised him very much.

"Old Li is polite. He is a young man and doesn't understand a lot. At work, Mr. Li needs more advice and care." Director Zhao smiled.

"Sure, certain." Professor Li nodded quickly. He seemed to be very familiar with the official words.

"Old Li, then I'll go back. Someone picked up the plane in Urumqi, and everything was arranged." Director Zhao was about to say goodbye.

"Okay, Director Zhao, then I won't send it."

"Director Zhao is here." Ouyang Xuan also said politely.

Director Zhao left, Professor Li looked at Ouyang Xuan again and said with a smile: "Young man, come on, I'll introduce you to you."

He pointed to the young man in his thirties beside him and said, "This is my proud disciple, your fellow disciple, Dr. Zhang Bu."

"Hello Dr. Zhang." Ouyang Xuan looked at this Dr. Zhang: It seems to be a smaller version of Professor Li, gentle and elegant, wearing glasses, always smiling on his face, and his body is also very good. Perhaps, he has been exercising well in archaeology all year round.

"Hello Comrade Zhang." Zhang Bu seemed very polite.

"Young man," Professor Li pointed to the young girl in her twenties and said, "This is my daughter, who graduated from BJ University's archaeology major, Li Ying."

"Hello, Miss Li." Ouyang Xuan quickly looked at Li Ying: He is such a beautiful girl, with a beautiful face, a slim figure, and a strong scholarly demeanor, looking very elegant and simple.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang." Li Ying shook hands with Ouyang Xuan. Perhaps because Ouyang Xuan was too handsome, Li Ying's face turned red.

Obviously, this girl who loves archaeology is a little shy. Maybe she is immersed in archaeological research all year round and has less contact with outsiders.

"Now, everyone knows you, so let's help you at work in the future. Let's sit down, and it will take a while to board the plane." Professor Li asked everyone to sit down.

Ouyang Xuan is not very good at speaking, and he is not very familiar with Professor Li and the other two, so he sits down and doesn't talk much, just waiting to board the plane.

Not long after, the boarding time came, and several people quickly got up to board the plane.

Half an hour later, a Boeing 757 aircraft took off from BJ and took Ouyang Xuan and his party to an unpredictable archaeological journey.

In the evening, Urumqi Airport.

As soon as Ouyang Xuan and his friends came out of the passage, the sharp-eyed Ouyang Xuan saw someone holding a tall pick-up sign: Xinjiang Cultural Relics Bureau picked up Dr. Li Zhihe.

"Professor Li, there is the person who picked us up." Ouyang Xuan pointed at the direction, and several people hurriedly squeezed out the congested flow of people and rushed over.

There were two people who picked up the plane. From a distance, Professor Li laughed and greeted: "Xiao Han, Xiao Wang, you are here to pick me up today."

A young man in his thirties, who seemed to be a leader, hurriedly greeted him with a smile, bowed and said, "It is rare for the teacher to come to Xinjiang, so the students naturally have to pick him up in person." He smiled at Zhang Bu and Li Ying and said, "Zhang Bu, Yingmei, you are here too. I haven't seen you for a few years, and your style is still the same."

Actually, Ouyang Xuan was surprised when he knew each other.

"Okay, the teacher hasn't seen you for a long time." Professor Li seemed very happy.

"Old Han, I haven't seen you for a few years. You are getting bigger and bigger." Zhang Bu smiled and stepped forward and punched him.

"My senior hasn't come to BJ to see us in the past few years. Are you reluctant to part with your sister-in-law?" Li Ying also smiled and joked.

"Haha, where, where, I'm busy with work, I can't get out of it." Suddenly, I saw Ouyang Xuan and asked in confusion: "Who is this?"

"Oh, hello, I am Zhang Chao from the Archaeology Department of the General Administration. Are you?" Ouyang Xuan hurriedly stepped forward to introduce himself.

"Oh, I am Han Sangmu, deputy director of the Cultural Relics Protection Department of Xinjiang Cultural Relics Bureau. Professor Li was my teacher when I was in college, so we all know each other." Han Sangmu said with a smile.

"Oh, so that's it. I said why do you all know each other?" Ouyang Xuan suddenly realized.

"Haha!" Everyone laughed.

"It's getting late, everyone comes with me. The hotel has been arranged. The American archaeological team has arrived in the afternoon. I'll introduce it to you later." Han Sangmu hurriedly called everyone to get in the car. The Xiao Wang who came with him was the driver.

Seeing that it was getting late, the group did not dare to delay, so they quickly got on the Audi car that came to pick it up and drove to the hotel.

...

After a while, the car stopped in front of a tall and gorgeous hotel. Han Sangmu hurriedly called everyone out and introduced: "Teacher, this is our best five-star hotel in Xinjiang Hongfu Hotel. The American archaeological team is here. Now I guess you are waiting for you to have supper together in the hall."

"Haha, then it seems that your bureau will spend a lot of money this time." Professor Li laughed.

"Haha, this is nothing. If you can really discover the ruins of Qiemo Ancient City, the money will be worth it." Han Sangmu smiled.

Everyone walked into the hotel hall with laughter. Han Sangmu glanced at him and saw four white men sitting in the northwest corner of the hall, lowering their heads and laughing.

"Teacher, look, they are there, let me introduce it to you." Han Sangmu hurriedly led everyone over.

"Hello, Mrs. Smith, our Chinese archaeological team has arrived." From afar, Han Sangmu greeted him in fluent English.

When several Americans heard this, they stood up and prepared to greet each other.

Ouyang Xuan quickly looked at four people:

Currently, a middle-aged woman in her forties, with blond hair, tall, white skin, and very smart and capable, but her black eyes looked deep and elusive.

An American girl below is very young, about twenty years old, with blonde hair and blue eyes, a hot figure, wearing a close-fitting denim suit, and an angelic-like smile on her beautiful and charming face.

A man on the left is about thirty years old, with black hair and black eyes, nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a handsome face, looking tall and handsome.

A man on the right, in his twenties, blonde hair and black eyes, about 1.8 meters tall, and had a kind of chic and cynical look that Americans often have.

Ouyang Xuan had already received photos of these four Americans: he knew that the middle-aged American woman was Mrs. Smith, the leader of the American archaeological team; the young American girl was Laura Stone, who was Mrs. Smith's assistant; the tall American was Michael Stanley, and the shorter one was George Bell, who were all special archaeological experts hired by Mrs. Smith.

Of course, Ouyang Xuan would not be so stupid that he believed that this is the true identity of these Americans.

"Hello, Han, can you introduce me?" Mrs. Smith smiled, speaking fluently in Chinese.

"Okay, it's my honor." Han Sang smiled and introduced Professor Li, Zhang Bu and Li Ying to several Americans one by one.

When introducing Ouyang Xuan, Mrs. Smith suddenly became surprised and said, "Oh my God, this young man actually has two eyes. Look at how fascinating those eyes are."

"Yes, I have never seen a person with double eyes. This must be God's masterpiece." The young American girl Laura also exclaimed.

George smiled and poked Michael, Nou said: "I said, man, this Chinese colleague is more handsome than you. You have met a strong enemy this time."

Michael smiled and shrugged, "God is always fair, and life without an opponent is lonely."

"Hahaha..." There was a burst of laughter in the room, making Ouyang Xuan blush.

Since several Chinese people speak good English and Mrs. Smith can speak Chinese, everyone became familiar with each other and exchanged their archaeological experiences together.

While talking and laughing, Ouyang Xuan observed the four Americans with sharp eyes: Which of them is their opponent?
Chapter completed!