Chapter 1007 Secret? It's No Secret!

Yang Cheng didn't understand, who had Earl Carnarvon offended, that he would pay for murder?

Yes, he has concluded that this is not an accident, because it is impossible for a person who has been honest and responsible all his life to suddenly turn into a murderous maniac who has no regard for human life, there must be an incentive.

"Boss, do you want to send someone to check?" Hansen asked.

Yang Cheng felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think of it to himself for the time being. He just thought it was the revenge of Earl Carnarvon's own enemy, so he didn't want to go into troubled water.

"Forget it, we don't want to participate. We just need to send someone to watch and pay close attention to the progress of the incident. In addition, you tell Carson to let him visit Earl Carnarvon on behalf of Beihai Manor~"

Hansen said with a sneer, "boss, the surgery hasn't been completed yet, and we don't know if the person is dead or alive."

Yang Cheng patted his forehead, "You're right, then notify Carson after the result comes out."

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The next day, Yang Cheng woke up from the chanting of the "Quran", and the voices of the whole city combined into a beautiful accompaniment music, just like the voice of Brahma in the air.

Sitting on the bed, she moved her neck and made a 'quack' sound. The bed was too soft, so soft that Yang Cheng felt uncomfortable all over, and the seams of his bones were stretched.

As the singing outside the window ended, Yang Cheng's cell phone rang, and Mohammad Mansour couldn't wait to invite Yang Cheng to have breakfast at home.

It seems that not only Nassef Sawiris has a foothold in Luxor, but also the Mansour family.

Sitting in the car sent by Mansour, he shuttled non-stop in the "City of Life" in Luxor. The route was completely irregular. He seemed to want to shake off his eyeliner. He looked at Hansen next to him and got an affirmative answer. .

After driving for half an hour, the car finally came to a picturesque oasis on the coast of the Red Sea. On this rare oasis in the desert, palm trees surrounded a modern double-storey villa. The swimming pool and the Red Sea complement each other, and those who don't know it think they are in Beverly Hills.

Egypt has plenty of sunshine throughout the year, and today is no exception. Just at 8 am, the sun has almost climbed to its highest point.

The car drove into the oasis along the path, and Yang Cheng, who was suffering from visual fatigue, was greatly satisfied by the stretches of green grass. Not far away, a little girl about 4 or 5 years old was lying on the grass with a white cloth Lado was playing, and the servants and bodyguards looked at the little girl nervously, for fear that she would fall. Yang Cheng guessed that she should be Mohammed's granddaughter.

Soon in front of the villa, Mohammad Mansour was wearing a white robe, typical of an Arab sheikh, standing on the steps with the help of a servant.

After Yang Cheng got off the car, he exchanged greetings as usual, and then the two of them entered the restaurant of the villa one after another. Compared with the common interiors of adult families, this villa fully uses the most commonly used modern decoration in Europe and America. A sense of disobedience.

In addition to the Egyptian-style breakfast on the table, such as hummus, hummus, etc., the taste of poplar oranges is also specially taken care of, adding a variety of Western-style bread, butter, chicken ham, and rice porridge mixed with milk and jam , the servants also bring cakes and desserts from time to time, which is a hearty breakfast.

After the meal, Mohammad, who didn't say a word except for the initial greetings, finally broke the silence, "Mr. Yang, let's talk about business.

How do you want to deal with the Saveris family, but before that, can you tell me about your conflict with the Saveris family? "

Yang Cheng looked at the face that was very similar to Sheikh Mansour, sucked on Egyptian yogurt and said, "Call me Jason. To be honest, I am also very confused. I came to Egypt to deal with private affairs, but Nassef Sawi Reese suddenly came to seek cooperation. The content of the cooperation was grain trade, which I was not familiar with. That was all. Coincidentally, during our conversation, one of my subordinates was caught by the police, and Nassef was very proactive. Followed in the past, and put pressure on the police to release people, if you were Mr. Mohammed, would you have the same doubts?"

After a pause, like a wronged little daughter-in-law, he added, "I am a person who is used to killing all dangers in the cradle, so Mr. Mohamed should not think that I am making a fuss, because my intuition Tell me Nassef Sawiris did more than that with me."

Muhammad likes silence just like his name, so quiet that even the sound of the waves can be heard in the house very clearly.

Yang Cheng finished drinking the yogurt with a snort, and then said, "As for our cooperation, I think we can start from the communication field for two reasons. The basis of the battle; the second is that my new era media can give you more ammunition support.

Just severing one of the pillars of the Sawiris family made their business structure less stable. "

Muhammad nodded, "It seems that you are well prepared. The pillars of the Sawiris family are the three main lines of construction, tourism and communication. Cutting off one of them will cause problems in their capital flow, and it will also give me a lot of money. It’s a good plan to take advantage of the opportunity.”

Bright eyes looked at Yang Cheng, "Then what do you want?"

Yang Cheng blurted out, "Help me promote my Internet products in the Arab world."

Muhammad also said without thinking, "Yes~"

Then he looked deeply at Yang Cheng, and said meaningfully, "Because of your friendship with Sheikh, you can contact me if you have any questions in Egypt, and I will solve them for you."

Yang Cheng thought about it, and it seemed that his careful thinking did not hide from Mohammed's insight, so he didn't feel embarrassed, and immediately asked, "Mr. Mohammed must know something about the desert of death, right?"

He thought this way: since Muhammad made it clear that he would help, it proves that the other party doesn't care about his affairs in Egypt, and the status of the Mansur family in Egypt, the secrets they can learn must be better than Abraham's intelligence dealer. know a lot.

Muhammad's eyes widened, and he murmured, "Desert of Death~"

After a while, he got up and said to Yang Cheng, "Come with me~"

Followed Mohammed to a study room on the second floor, closed the door, Mohammed struggled to support his crutches, Yang Cheng took the initiative to help, the two stood still in front of the bookshelf, Mohammed walked from a stack A yellowed notebook was extracted from an ancient Arabic book.

With the help of Yang Cheng, it was spread out on the desk, and it was full of tadpole-like Arabic. Yang Cheng couldn't understand it at all, so he could only wait for Mohammed to help explain, and his intuition told him that this notebook was not simple.

Sure enough, Mohammed sat down and asked Yang Cheng, "Do you know Howard Carter?"

If Yang Cheng was struck by lightning, of course he knew that this name had almost worn out his ears recently, and it was the root cause of the whole incident. He never expected to hear this name again from Mohammed.

He nodded blankly, "The discoverer of Tutankhamun's tomb~"

Mohammed laughed out loud for the first time today, "That's right, you know the Desert of Death, so how come you don't know Howard Carter?"

Yang Cheng frowned. He felt that Muhammad had misunderstood something, but he didn't make any excuses. He wanted to know what secrets were hidden in this notebook.

Mohammad didn't keep it secret, "The outside world only knows that Howard Carter discovered the golden mask that shocked the world, but no one knows that he is the only person in the world who has escaped from the desert of death~"

With a "pop", Yang Cheng's ass seemed to be equipped with a rocket booster, and he sprang up with a "crack", brought the chair upside down, and his mouth was so big that he could swallow a cow alive, okay, it's a bit exaggerated, but he The horror in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

The servant outside opened the door and came in to check the situation, but Muhammad yelled at him coldly.

Yang Cheng couldn't care less about being ashamed. In his heart, the desert of death is equated with hell. Who the hell can resurrect after death? According to Abraham, the desert of death has never let a living thing come out of it, but now Mohammed actually said that Howard Carter came out of it, is this really a joke?

Of course not, how could Muhammad joke about this? That's true? But~ but how is it possible?

Mohammed pointed to the chair hit by Yang Cheng, "Don't be surprised, sit down and listen to me slowly."

Hearing this, Yang Cheng was like an obedient child in kindergarten. He straightened his chair and sat down quickly, assuming he was listening to the class seriously.

"No one knows when the Desert of Death existed. Horrible legends have been passed down from generation to generation. All Egyptians know that it is a forbidden area for life, but there are always people who are not afraid of death trying to challenge life. Howard Carter is one of them, but he is not Not curious about the desert of death, but interested in what is buried under the desert of death."

Mohammed's words were like battering rams, hitting Yang Cheng's heart again and again, beating non-stop.

"This notebook was left by the guide Howard Carter hired in Egypt. That year Howard Carter became famous for excavating the tomb of Pharaoh Tutankhamun. He could attract attention wherever he went. This is not what he wanted. It's important, because after Tutankhamun, Howard Carter aimed at a bigger target. If there were too many eyeliners, the target would be exposed, so he used the desert of death to make a game, and those who tried to follow him to find more tombs Tomb robbers or careerists are introduced into the desert of death."

Yang Cheng's heart trembled, and he couldn't help swallowing. Howard Carter was too ruthless. In order to keep the secret of swallowing the treasure, he deliberately fabricated the rumor of the pharaoh's curse, and killed all those who knew it back then. Not only that, according to Mohammed It is said that Howard Carter did not want more people to share his fame and fortune, and directly led all those who followed him into the death desert to die.

But why didn't he die as Howard Carter's guide? Still left notes?

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