My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

Not long after, in the office of Zhou Qiming, chairman of a leading domestic heavy truck company.

Zhou Qiming was reviewing a power system plan for a new generation of hydrogen-powered heavy trucks when his secretary came in with a satellite phone and whispered a few words.

Zhou Qiming frowned and glanced at the caller ID.

"An archaeological project? What do you want me for?"

Zhou Qiming's first reaction was that the other party had dialed the wrong number.

After all, how could someone who sells trucks possibly have anything to do with archaeology?

It's impossible that trucks existed in ancient times, right?

Han Dynasty chariot?

These words have been incredibly popular online lately, and he'd heard about them before. They seemed to be some kind of groundbreaking discovery, but what did they have to do with him or Dayun Heavy Truck?

We also need to bring core technical personnel?

But soon, he put his mind at ease. Despite his doubts, he obediently brought in a few key technical personnel.

Not long after, he took several technicians and flew to a certain place.

Despite the explanations given on the way, Zhou Qiming was still puzzled.

What could my company possibly have to do with archaeology?

It wasn't until he put on the specially made protective suit, went through layers of security checks, and stood on that huge observation platform that he finally arrived at the destination.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Zhou Qiming and the group of technicians he brought remained silent.

At the bottom of the pit, that thing...

Under the light, it appears massive, rusted, and scarred, covered in two thousand years of dust and vicissitudes.

But strip away the veneer bestowed by time, and you'll find the lines, the proportions, the structure...

The overall layout and sense of space in the front cab...

The outline of that exceptionally thick, long frame (main beam), clearly designed to support massive loads...

What the heck?

Tell him that the Han Dynasty gantry crane that's causing such a stir online... is his product.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

A deathly silence pervaded the observation platform.

Only the occasional faint hum of the precision instruments below could be heard.

The staff nearby were already used to this situation.

They were also stunned when they saw this thing.

It was even more dull than when I last saw Tang Dynasty rebar.

After a long while, Zhou Qiming swallowed hard.

"Chairman Zhou,"

An archaeological project leader stepped forward and broke the silence with a complex tone.

"From your professional perspective... what do you think...?"

Zhou Qiming took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Is there any... markings left on this thing? Like a nameplate? A casting number? A serial number? Any... markings that can indicate its origin?"

The person in charge slowly shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"All the key parts that could theoretically be imprinted with this kind of information... have been destroyed by two thousand years of corrosion."

"We tried various non-destructive methods, and the conclusion was... the rust was so thorough that any possible original marks had been swallowed up and were unrecognizable."

He paused for a moment and then asked.

"Mr. Jay, ...with your professional expertise...could this...could this be...a product of your company?"

"impossible!"

Zhou Qiming waved his arms and loudly denied it.

"Absolutely impossible!"

How many years has Dayun Heavy Truck been around?

How many years ago was the Han Dynasty?

Rather than believing it's something from his great fortune, it's more accurate to believe it was created by the Han Dynasty itself...

but……

Zhou Qiming looked at the Han Dynasty chariot again and couldn't help but swallow.

If the Han Dynasty could produce something like this, it would be even more outrageous than anything from the Great Yun Dynasty!

Zhou Qiming glanced at the technicians he had brought with him.

The technician was staring intently at the Han Dynasty gantry crane.

picture!

so similar!

He paused for a full three seconds before speaking.

"However... judging solely from the structural logic, mechanical layout, and functional form of this skeleton..."

"All I can say is...it really...looks very similar."

It's so similar it sends chills down your spine, so similar it makes your worldview tremble.

Could it be that... the Great Fortune existed as early as the Han Dynasty?

A glint of light flashed in Zhou Qiming's eyes.

……

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the inn's rustic windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the wooden floor and desk.

"Sizi, look here. The character 'Zhao' has the 'walking' radical and the phonetic component 'xiao'. It's the Zhao of 'Zhao,' 'Qian, Sun, Li,' and also the Zhao of the Seven Warring States. Remember it?"

A rubbing of the "Jijiuzhang" was spread out in front of him, and his finger was pointing at a single character.

Across from the desk, on that delicately sculpted face, her brows were slightly furrowed.

She propped her cheeks up with her small hand, while the tip of the brush she held in her other hand had unconsciously poked several ink dots on the edge of the rice paper, like a small swarm of flustered ants.

"Hmm...I've written it down..."

Xiao Sizi's voice was soft and sweet, with the last syllable drawn out.

But his gaze had already drifted to the window—where a brightly colored bird was perched on a branch, chirping sweetly.

Li Chengqian noticed her distraction and coughed lightly to bring her back to attention.

"Then, how do you interpret the character for 'money'? It has the radical for 'gold' and the phonetic component 'jian'. It refers to coins and silk, used for transactions."

Little Sizi strained to shift her gaze back to the densely packed characters on the rubbing, her little mouth pouting slightly.

"Money...it's made of gold...it can buy candy, it can buy hair ornaments..."

Li Chengqian shook his head inwardly.

"Understanding characters should not be limited to their literal meaning; one must also understand their form, sound, and meaning. Come, repeat after me: 'Quickly compose unique characters that differ from the crowd, listing the names and surnames of all things'..."

Little Sizi was forced to repeat a few lines, his voice growing softer and softer, and his bottom shifting restlessly on the stool.

"Brother..."

Little Sizi finally couldn't hold back any longer. She put down her pen, reached out her little hand and tugged at Li Chengqian's sleeve, tilting her head up with her big eyes full of pleading.

"Sizi... Sizi's wrists are sore, and my eyes are blurry... Let's rest for a while, okay? Just for a little while!"

Li Chengqian's heart softened when he saw her pitiful appearance.

He recalled the times when his strict teacher and father urged him to study.

That suppressed feeling and longing to play seemed to transcend time and reappear in the little sister.

Li Chengqian sighed.

"That's enough for today."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Sizi's eyes lit up instantly.

She cheered and was about to jump off the stool.

"Sizi wants to see the big box!!!"

He then ran toward the television.

"Wait a minute,"

Li Chengqian stopped her and pointed to the desk.

"Pen must be placed properly, and paper must be neatly arranged. Even when studies are paused, objects should not be left in disarray. This is proper etiquette."

Little Sizi stuck out her tongue, but she was obedient and carefully placed the brush on the brush holder. She then gently smoothed out the ink spots on the paper that she had poked and pushed it aside.

After doing all this, Xiao Sizi ran towards the television.

Li Chengqian looked at Sizi, who seemed to want to fly, and shook his head with a smile.

This girl... has absolutely no energy when she's studying.

As soon as class is over, he's more lively than anyone else!

He was about to follow when he heard his phone ring.

Li Chengqian picked up his phone and looked at the unfamiliar number on it.

"...The goods have arrived? What did I order?"