Chapter 2825 Original Text

Chen Zhao looked at the old man who came with Faroui Lessende and almost talked about the birthplace.

This old man has been searching for a beautiful waitress since he entered the restaurant.

Then he walked halfway in the direction of Chen Zhao, suddenly went in another direction, and walked directly towards a beautiful waitress.

“Hello ma’am, can I have your phone number?”

To say that handsome men are popular, even if this man is almost a hundred years old.

As long as you know how to take care of yourself, you can still have a different sensory experience, just like the old handsome old handsome one anyway.

Chen Zhao was not in a hurry. He put one hand on his temple and leaned against the window.

Chen Zhao followed Faroui Lessende's suggestion.

In order to avoid beating up a ninety-nine-year-old man at home, we decided to meet outside.

After a few minutes, it seemed that the old man's communication with the waitress was not going well.

After being slapped, the old man came to Chen Zhao with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Hello." Chen Zhao stood up and shook hands with the old man.

"Let's talk about business outside. Besides... the waiter..." After the old man greeted him loudly, the waitress who slapped him came to him: "You three, do you need any help?"

"I'd like an Australian steak, a West Coast lobster, a glass of orange juice, a roasted whole goose, and some mushrooms and French escargots."

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at Chen Zhao: "Mr. Chen, do you mind if I order more?"

"You don't mind, please do it."

When the waitress left, she was mumbling something, and probably didn't have anything nice to say.

"Mr. Chen, I heard you want to show me some symbols. Now before lunch, we have twenty minutes."

Although the old man was putting the cart before the horse, Chen Zhao didn't mind any of his attitudes if he could solve the problem in twenty minutes.

Chen Zhao took out the rubbings he had prepared and handed them to the old man.

The moment the old man saw the rubbing, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Chen Zhao vaguely felt that there was an unusual aura about the old man.

Chen Zhao raised his head and looked at the old man. He turned out to be a fellow man.

The old man raised his head and looked at Chen Zhao with the same surprise.

This was also the first time that he looked at Chen Zhao so seriously.

"What did you rub these patterns from?"

"A friend gave me something, and I made a rubbing from it."

“Have you considered selling?”

"What price can you offer?"

"One hundred thousand dollars... what do you think?" The old man remembered the number on the check given by Chen Zhao: "Haha... I'm just kidding, let's continue."

"The writing on this is the oldest writing in mankind." The old man said.

“Shouldn’t the oldest writing be Oracle?”

"Oracle bone inscriptions are hieroglyphs. Nowadays, academic circles are still arguing that oracle bone inscriptions cannot be regarded as writing, because the users of oracle bone inscriptions are the ancestors of human beings, but they are not really human beings, but Homo sapiens. And in my opinion, the oldest Words are words used by humans.”

"Mr. Xi Lai, why have I never heard of this kind of writing in academia?"

The old man glanced at Farui Lessend: "Because this kind of writing is only circulated in a small area, and this small area obviously does not include you."

Farui Lessend's face turned green and red, obviously he was very angry at the old man's words.

The old man's words almost pointed directly at his nose and said: "You are not qualified to know."

"This kind of writing is called primitive writing. There is no other name. This kind of primitive writing is used to record gods. It is not an ordinary record. In ancient times, there were very few people who mastered it. In an era, Maybe there are only a few people.”

"In fact, the inheritance of original writing has not been cut off. This should be one of the few cultures of mankind that has been passed down to this day. To this day, this original writing is still circulated in a small area."

"Are you one of them?"

"Me? Not counting, haha..." The old man's smile contained a lot of content.

Now that Chen Zhao has confirmed that this old man is also his colleague.

Then every word he says may be full of profound meaning.

But what Chen Zhao cares about at this time is whether he can solve his doubts.

"Mr. Chen, can you show me the real thing?"

"Inconvenient." Chen Zhao responded with a smile.

"Okay." The old man didn't force it, at least he didn't continue to ask or persuade. He just looked at it with the rubbing paper: "The content on it is very limited, Mr. Chen, and the content is also incomplete. The original text needs to be read in full. In order to translate it, all I can see now is just a description of a god, the nameless god, or the unknown god."

"So many words, only this little actual content?"

"The original text is a very complex text system. You cannot read a font symbol or a line alone. It needs to be interpreted in its entirety. One more text symbol will change the overall content. So what I just said is just For some judgments, a definite explanation cannot be made, so there is no need to think about asking me to translate more content. Forcibly explaining it is just making up."

"What if I want to learn the original writing?" Chen Zhao asked.

"Do you know how many years it took me to learn the original writing?"

"How many years?"

"Forty years." The old man said: "This is because of my excellent talent. I have taught ten students, and only one student has learned the original writing. The other nine students have spent decades, Now I can’t even translate a sentence.”

"Pretend I didn't say it." Chen Zhao gave up directly. He spent decades learning a writing system, and he would only agree if he was crazy.

"When will you decide? Let me see the real thing and then contact me. I can't give you any more help now."

"I'll think about it." Chen Zhao responded vaguely.

"Okay." The old man didn't push too much, and he just finished the business talk and served the food.

The old man ate as if no one was around.

Farui Lessende discovered that this almost centenarian man actually ate so much that he ate several times as much as he did.

At this time, Chen Zhao also ordered his own portion, which was several times that of the old man.

Farui Lessend found that he was the only one who was at the level of an ordinary person.

Both Chen Zhao and the old man had an astonishing appetite.

"Mr. Chen, I didn't realize you had such a good appetite." The old man raised his head and glanced at Chen Zhao, who had not yet swallowed the food in his mouth.

"No, I'm a little surprised by Mr. Xilai's appetite." Chen Zhao also devoured it.

Generally, the food intake of psychics is larger than that of ordinary people, but it is also very limited.

Except for one type of psychic, that is the strengthening type.

Take Chen Zhao as an example. Chen Zhao's appetite is at an inhuman level.