"They want to sell them to us?" Nie Yingran was also angry when she heard this.

"No, even their own police use old weapons that were eliminated during World War II. What qualifications do they have to talk about weapons exports? This is simply bullying people and treating us as... a rustic guy." The word "rustic guy" is a new word he just learned from his wife, so it's a bit difficult to say.

"Puchi," Nie Yingran amused again when she saw her husband holding it in for a long time but putting it in. However, after laughing, Nie Yingran still asked with concern, "What is the king's opinion?"

"When the king heard this, his face turned blue. He wanted to refuse it at once, but those old guys who were afraid of death just disagreed and just wanted to negotiate to lower the price. But those were originally a pile of garbage. Even if the price could be negotiated, what's the use of us holding this pile of garbage?"

Before Wang Fan and the others could reach the small building, they saw Ayanxiang wandering alone in front of the small building from afar.

"Miss Lingxiang, come in and have a cup of tea." Wang Fan greeted.

"Okay, I'm just waiting to drink your fragrant tea." Ayano trotted over, holding Xiao Shuya's arm and said with a smile. After several hours of contact, Ayano and her daughter had long regarded Wang Fan and the others as "family members", and they became much more intimate and easy-going when they interacted with Wang Fan and the others.

"As long as you like it, I'll cook to make two tea-delivery refreshments for you so that you can also taste our authentic Dai tea culture." Yuhan likes this royal princess who is simple by nature and has no scheming. Of course, more importantly, he feels guilty for using Ayaxiang.

"Okay, okay, then thank Sister Yuhan." Lingxiang was as excited as a happy bird.

Of course, Wang Fan was still responsible for making tea. He had only had time to make one of the pressurized kettles. Wang Fan now only used an ordinary kettle, but he secretly used his internal force, forcing the water in the kettle to raise the boiling point, so the tea that was rinsed was still so sweet.

This was a gathering for young people, so Old Man Wu naturally did not participate. He greeted Aingxiang and went upstairs to practice. Only Wang Fan and Xiao Shuya were accompanied in the hall.

"Sister Shuya, how do you want to carry out your research? How do I help you?" Before coming, Xiao Shuya lied that she was a college student in the Department of Sociology and came to Bhutan to do a research on the development of human society.

"Well,..." Xiao Shuya glanced at Wang Fan. If it was really a sociological study, she certainly knew how to start, but this time it was for the sake of stealing treasures. She would have no idea how to inquire about these things.

"We have discussed it before. The development of any society is closely related to its system." Wang Fan interjected while handing a cup of fragrant tea to Ayaka, "But Bhutan is one of the few countries that still retain the kingship system, and its kings are completely different from those of Europe. The kings of Europe are more of a symbol of the country, while the kings of Bhutan are the actual controllers of the country. In this regard, it preserves the characteristics of feudal society, so we think about starting our research from the royal family and nobles in Bhutan." The old man Wang Fan had previously followed - "Taking the Saint Hand" in traditional Chinese studies. With his ears and eyes, Wang Fan's level of Chinese studies is not bad. He talked casually and naturally led his direction to the secret history of the royal family.

"This is fine. I'll be your guide. And if you want to check any information, you can come to me. There is no place in Bhutan that I can't go." Ayano responded readily, but she was not talking big. With her royal princess, in addition to some very important military places, where else would she not be able to enter?

"We want to start with some royal historical materials, and to have a overall understanding of the Bhutanese royal family." Wang Fan continued to go forward step by step. After all, the "Resurrection Pill" is just a legend. If it is a real existence and is so valued by the Bhutanese royal family, there will inevitably be records in the royal historical materials.

"Okay, let's go to Tiger Knot Temple tomorrow. Our royal family did not have a special historical museum before. All the records before were recorded by monks and stored in the temple."

At this time, Yuhan also brought a few small fruit dots for tea. Everyone chatted around the fragrant tea until very late.

The next morning, Ayaka came over to wake everyone up and sent Bhutan's specialty breakfast. She finished eating with Wang Fan and the others in the small building, and then set off to head to the Tiger Knot Temple.

Today, Ayano only brought a driver, looking in her thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a well-known Bhutanese costume. Wang Fan estimated that this person still had some kung fu foundation and should be able to reach the level of warriors in the second and third levels. It seems that this is Ayano's bodyguard and driver.

"This person is named Qiaozhen, and he is one of our housekeepers." Ayano introduced.

"'Qiaozhen'? How could a big man give such a name?" Wang Fan snickered in his heart, not daring to say it, but he didn't breathe and coughed a few times because he was choked.

Qiaozhen, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, felt Wang Fan's disrespect and immediately glared at him. However, with the princess present, he bowed and greeted him properly.

"Don't show a sheep," Xiao Shuya whispered, pulling Wang Fan's sleeve, "Except for the royal family, most civilians in Bhutan have no surnames, and their names are common to men and women. In the future, don't think they are beautiful when you hear a girl's name in Bhutan."

Well, there is such a thing?! In an instant, a classic scene from Zhou Xingxing's movie appeared in Wang Fan's mind: a sentence "like a flower...", and when he looked back rashly, he was a disgusting man with a beard and a thorny nostril. It seems that Zhou Xingxing's inspiration was really not made out of nothing.

When the car arrived at the foot of the mountain, there was no way to go in front of it, but there were many vehicles to burn incense on both sides of the road.

"In order not to disturb the monk's cultivation, no roads were built on the mountain. We had to hike up the remaining roads ourselves," Ayaka explained.

This is a devout Buddhist country. What it considers is temples, not just for pilgrims. In this way, the tradition can be protected to the greatest extent.
Chapter completed!