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Professor Sun deliberately pondered for a moment before speaking.
Fat Ma, unable to contain his impatience, urged Professor Sun to continue. Professor Sun glanced at Fat Ma and slowly said, “There is another person who can be considered my relative, also surnamed Sun. By the way, it seems this young man is also named Sun.” He pointed at me. I nodded in acknowledgment.
“In Changsha, there is a peculiar Dirt Scholar known in the industry as Sun Wukong.” At this point, a smile crept onto Professor Sun's face.
However, Fat Ma's expression turned grave. He knew all too well who Sun Wukong was—a significant figure in the local scene. If someone in Changsha was involved in this line of work and didn’t know about Professor Sun, it would mean they hadn’t truly entered the field.
“Is Sun Wukong part of your team?” Fat Ma asked, his tone somewhat exaggerated.
Professor Sun nodded.
“Impossible! How could that be!” Fat Ma exclaimed incredulously. “Sun Wukong has been quite visible these past years; how could he possibly have time to join your team, especially for decades?”
When Professor Sun made that statement, Fat Ma fell completely silent. “You know how powerful a nation's influence can be.”
Both Fat Ma and I had experienced life during the educated youth movement, so we understood the immense power of the state. Professor Sun's words convinced us.
“Are there others?”
The three of us focused intently on Professor Sun; every figure he mentioned was not just anyone but rather prominent individuals.
This undoubtedly added weight to the Ghostly Heavenly Palace, yet it seemed they had not succeeded; the Ghostly Heavenly Palace remained as elusive as the ancient city of Loulan.
Could a few of us—me and my chubby companions—really find the Ghostly Heavenly Palace? Even if we did locate it, would we be able to handle it? I thought that if we needed to collaborate for this venture, perhaps Professor Sun and his team would be the most suitable partners.
"The rest of the people need not be mentioned; they are all nameless individuals," Professor Sun concluded the topic.
We couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
"Did your archaeological team find the location of the Ghostly Heavenly Palace?"
"No."
"After searching for so many years, you must have some clues, right?"
"Yes."
"Why don't we collaborate?" With those words, the conversation came to an end. Throughout the discussion, Fat Ma had voiced his objections, and Professor Sun had raised doubts, but after some compromise and negotiation, a mutual agreement was finally reached.
The departure was set for half a month later.
Professor Sun needed to reorganize his team and file reports, while Fat Ma and I also had to return to prepare our own teams.
First and foremost, we needed the Mud Man's involvement. Having collaborated so much already, we had developed quite a rapport. A few days later, we arrived in Changsha.
Fortunately, Fat Ma's shop hadn't been broken into this time. I first dug out the Bronze Fish and kept it with me; it had become our most important item.
Fat Ma dialed the Mud Man's phone number, but no one answered. After several attempts with still no response, it had been three days since we returned from Beijing, and nearly a week had passed.
Fat Ma sat on a stool cursing under his breath about where the Dead Mud Man could have gone. By the fourth day, he was on the verge of losing his temper and was ready to storm over to confront the Mud Man when he realized he didn't even know the Mud Man's home address.
Fat Ma deflated like a punctured balloon. It was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack. Just as Fat Ma was racking his brain, someone walked in from outside.
Both Fat Ma and I perked up, our eyes fixed on the newcomer.
"I was bored at home, so I decided to take a walk," he said, removing his sunglasses. The sunlight streamed in just then, illuminating the figure standing before us, dressed in casual attire.
"Damn, he's turned into a pretty boy," Fat Ma grumbled. As he spoke, he threw a punch at the newcomer, who sidestepped effortlessly and kicked Fat Ma in the leg. The hefty man stumbled back but burst into laughter, "It's only been half a month since we last met, and your skills have improved!"
The newcomer smiled slightly but remained silent.
"I've been looking for you for a while."
Upon hearing this, the newcomer finally showed a hint of surprise.
"There’s movement," I stated succinctly.
The newcomer seemed to process this but remained relatively calm.
Fat Ma suggested we set aside the serious talk for now and focus on having a meal first. He then led us to Old Restaurant. Once we entered the private room, Fat Ma said, "This time I need to find someone else too."
"Who?"
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