Ten Strategies for Touching Gold: a Dead End for Tomb Robbers

I am 30 years old and living overseas. I entered the industry at the age of 16. At the age of 18, my leading master died in the Yuan Dynasty Tomb in Inner Mongolia, and I officially started my career. I once hid in a tomb for fourteen days, during which time I only drank corpse water from the coffin, just to avoid the thugs who were searching for me everywhere; I also spent a total of seventeen dollars on a gang in Lop Nur just for a puddle of water; When shipping goods in Xiangjiang, someone put a gun to his head and gave away twenty-three hand cups in vain; In Hoh Xil, the car got stuck in the quicksand. We wrapped ourselves in yellow sheepskins and walked more than 200 kilometers to escape. In 12 years of gold-financing career and 12 years of life, I have experienced too many things. When I was 28 years old, I sold my last bright weapon, flew abroad from Pudong, washed my hands in a golden basin, and escaped unscathed. In this book, I will write down part of my experience, and I will also take this opportunity to advise you: tomb robbing is a dead end! Some of the names, places, and times in the article have been changed, so please do not take them for granted. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.