Lu Yanzhou felt that the most outrageous thing he had ever done in his life was not to dive into a trench thousands of meters deep to touch the bones of a sunken ship, nor to get into a red-faced fight with a bunch of foreign experts over half a piece of pottery.
It's now.
He held the copy of the marriage certificate in his hand that still smelled of perfume, and looked at the two names side by side on it - Lu Yanzhou, Ella Thorson - his mind was like an old diving computer that had been used for ten years, stuck, creaking and unable to turn.
"No... Mr. Thorson, please wait." Lu Yanzhou wiped his face, feeling that the wind blowing from the fjord had a hint of conspiracy, "Let's figure it out. With your... Er, 'funding', I fished a boat. Then, the... Sleeping beauty in the boat disappeared. Then, Project Huang I packed up my bed and got ready to get out. Then you came and told me that my ancestor of the Lu family saved your ancestor, so you have to repay the favor by marrying your granddaughter who looks like a movie star to me, a Chinese archaeologist who has never even seen her face?"
He tried to speak as slowly as possible, for fear that he might misunderstand the convoluted Nordic logic.
