The next day, Duanmu Baolian called Zhou Zhengguo at nine o'clock in the morning, and then passed the text on the sun bottle and asked him if he could translate it. However, Zhou Zhengguo could still translate ancient Chinese texts, pre-Qin bells and tripods, etc.

Suddenly, I knew nothing about ancient Egyptian writing.

Then Duanmu Baolian made a special trip to Professor Gu. Professor Gu wore reading glasses and looked at it all morning. Finally, he replied that he had never seen such words before and asked her if she could keep the photo and give it to him.

Do your research.

Duanmu Baolian naturally said nothing, left the photo, and said goodbye to Professor Gu. Professor Gu also said that if there was any news, he would call her immediately.

Duanmu Baolian promised, but felt a little disappointed in her heart.

In Jinling, she knew Zhou Zhengguo and Professor Gu, two people who knew ancient Chinese, but these two people obviously had no clues at all. They wanted to translate or find some clues, unless it was a coincidence.

After lunch, she wanted to take a nap, but unexpectedly received a call from Zhou Zhengguo.

"Paulian!" Zhou Zhengguo's voice on the phone was still so gangster, which made Duanmu Baolian confused. He was the president of Jinling University and a well-educated scholar. How could he speak in such a gangster voice? Of course, he

His behavior is also very rogue.

In comparison, Sun Wuye is an out-and-out gangster boss. In Zhou Zhengguo's words, this person is ignorant and incompetent, but this person, whether he talks or acts in daily life, looks like a knowledgeable person.

molecular.

"It's true that I don't understand ancient Egyptian." Zhou Zhengguo said seriously, "but I know that there is a person in Jinling City who may understand this."

"Who?" Duanmu Baolian asked hurriedly. If the words on the back of the sun bottle could be translated, then presumably we could know the specific age of the sun bottle, its functions, etc.

"There is an old-fashioned English teacher in Jinling Middle School. She understands," Zhou Zhengguo said.

"The old-fashioned English teacher?" Duanmu Baolian suddenly felt something was wrong... Could it be that the old-fashioned English teacher was Mrs. Wu?

"Her name is Wu Yi - the happy Yi." Zhou Zhengguo said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask you for her mobile phone number."

"No need!" Duanmu Baolian sighed, it was indeed that old lady Wu.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zhengguo could feel the little girl sighing on the phone, "Little girl, isn't she your English teacher?"

"I say, Master Zhou, don't open and pick up any pot you don't want." Duanmu Baolian said with a sad face, "If I had known it, even if I didn't learn English, I wouldn't have said such a word."

"What did you say?" Zhou Zhengguo was really curious.

Duanmu Baolian thought about it. She knew that Mrs. Wu had always hated her as a student. Really, she recognized those students who had worked hard but couldn't learn. However, she obviously didn't want to

Teachers naturally hate students who are not diligent and studious at all.

Even for this reason, Mrs. Wu didn't give her a bad look. Since she was the class teacher, she even deliberately made her sad. Duanmu Baolian also knew that she was doing it for her own good, so that she could focus on English and study hard.
Chapter completed!