Chapter 123 I Am an Appraiser of Treasures, and You Ask Me How to Prevent Theft?

Intercepting in front of me?

I think you don't take my Old Nine Gates Master Zhang seriously.

Zhang Yang quickly called Tang Qiyun, the part-time house manager, to work:

"House manager, please ban the anchor who raised the price for three to five days."

"Is this person a Manchester United fan? Damn, no wonder he raised the price so much."

Tang's actions were very fast. She blocked Brother Ping An within 20 seconds after Zhang Yang finished speaking, but it was still a little late.

The friends who were connected to the microphone had already seen the barrage of raising the price.

"Does Brother Ping An also want these books?"

"Teacher Zhang, these books seem to be in great demand, otherwise..."

The implication was that he wanted to raise the price, or let Zhang Yang and others bid.

"Haha." Zhang Yang nodded with a fake smile: "Then you sell it to Brother Ping An, I don't want it."

"Why?"

Because spending money is not as good as getting it for free, Zhang Yang answered in his heart.

When the time comes, just borrow the book from Brother Ping An directly, and ask him to photocopy the book into a PDF and send it to me.

After bidding farewell to the inheritor of Chinese medicine and Feng Shui master, Zhang Yang quickly connected with the last treasure friend today - Brother Ping An who was live-streaming selling graves next door.

"Master Zhang, be kind!"

On the other side of the video, Wei Ping An half-raised his eyebrows at the camera, looking embarrassed.

He looks a bit like Dapeng in Diaosi Men, minus the glasses and with a head of green short hair.

[My treasure friend, you don't want to dye your hair]

[The strongest anchor in history]

[He has grass on his head, he is the village chief of Man Yangyang]

[Is this promoting ecological tombs?]

"Xiao Wei, open up a little, don't forget the business today." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

I don't know if there are fans to help promote it, or Brother Ping An has already planned in this regard, he actually came to Zhang Yang to connect with the microphone to see Feng Shui.

As a mature anchor, he is very reasonable in doing things, and first sent a private message to Zhang Yang to say hello.

Zhang Yang confirmed that he was not here to sell goods in the live broadcast room, and he also had his own 10-level fan card, so it was naturally difficult to stop him.

Anyway, the notebook given by Cheng Laoer was right next to him. Looking at the Feng Shui of the cemetery? It was a small matter.

"I was wrong, Master Zhang, don't mind. Let's go directly to the grave."

Brother Ping'an laughed and went straight to the point, aiming the camera at a small earth slope behind him.

It seemed that he was on a small hillside in the wild, surrounded by green pine trees, with a piece of open space in the middle, and piled with large and small stones.

Looking over this hillside, you can also see the continuous mountains in the distance.

"Teacher, this is a new cemetery that has just been approved, dedicated to the company's senior VIP customers." Wei Ping'an asked Zhang Yang: "Can you help me take a look, what is this place like?"

"It looks good, this scenery is at least at the level of a forest park." Zhang Yang nodded slightly and asked him: "What do you want me to see?"

"Of course, it's to see the Feng Shui of this No. 1 tomb." Brother Ping'an smiled, then stepped back half a step, moved the camera down, and aimed at the ground.

There was a compass under his feet.

[Put professional in the barrage]

[Isn't this thing used by Taoist priests?]

[It's obviously a compass for Feng Shui, and this kind of thing costs hundreds of yuan]

"Teacher, can this be seen? This mountain is in the direction of Gengshen." Brother Ping An pointed to the flat ground where the building materials were piled.

It seems that the No. 1 cemetery he selected is there.

"I can't see this." Zhang Yang shook his head: "You are doing something from the Qi School, and we are from the situation school."

"Teacher, what you said is a bit profound?" Brother Ping An scratched his head and expressed his incomprehension.

"Forget it, let me explain it briefly..."

The five elements, the eight trigrams, the river map, the Luoshu, the stars, etc., are all used by Feng Shui masters of the Qi School to show the illusory "Qi" he said.

The orthodox Old Nine Gates look at the terrain and mountains, and talk about "dragon, cave, sand, water, direction".

"I understand, Master. So you are looking at the dragon veins."

Brother Ping An turned around and faced the cemetery: "Teacher, look, there is a river next to this cemetery."

"This is not a water burial. Take me to see the mountains first."

Zhang Yang instructed Brother Ping An while flipping through the cheat sheet at hand.

Fortunately, it is not a complicated terrain. It is recorded in Cheng Zongwen's tomb-robbing notes as [Chang'e flying to the moon].

The small hill where the cemetery is located is the position of the moon in this terrain.

Although it is not as good as the [Stars Surrounding the Moon] of the princes, it is more than enough to accommodate dignitaries above the second rank.

Zhang Yang finished reading and frowned: "This place is very suitable for burying people!"

"It is surrounded by mountains and rivers."

"Brother Wei, have you not asked someone to survey this place? Is there a tomb underneath?"

[Why do I always feel that tomb robbers are sharing their experience]

[Me too]

[Now it is directly excavated, it does not count as tomb robbery]

"We asked someone to do it." Brother Ping An recalled the situation of bidding for this piece of land: "They said there is no mine underneath, and no tomb was found."

"Did anyone use a Luoyang shovel to take a look?"

"Hmm? Teacher, we asked a serious surveyor, not a folk archaeological team."

"Oh, okay." Zhang Yang nodded perfunctorily.

As for the so-called serious survey, he himself has been to the archaeological site and has some understanding of these modern methods, which are nothing more than electromagnetic method and resistance method.

Faced with the complex underground conditions in China, these methods are neither as fast nor as accurate as the Luoyang shovel.

But even if you say this, the owner of the cemetery still has to dig.

After all, this is a geomantic treasure land!

"In terms of Feng Shui, your place is already top-notch. A cemetery like this isn't cheap, is it?"

"Hey, teacher, this is not about money. The owner of this tomb is very picky about his future neighbors."

"How many items will be buried?" Zhang Yang asked.

Brother Ping An didn't dare to answer these words, after all, he still wanted to eat this bowl of rice.

He laughed and gave Zhang Yang a gift of 400 yuan as a thank you.

"You're too polite, making it seem like I'm short of these two hundred yuan." Zhang Yang said jokingly.

"Where is it? I will choose an ecological tomb for the teacher someday? Planting flowers and plants on it will be more environmentally friendly."

When Brother Ping An said this, he touched the patch of green on top of his head, as if there was artificial turf there.

…

The afternoon live broadcast ended successfully.

Less than two minutes after Zhang Yang left the broadcast, he received a call from the Linhai Internet Police.

The person who contacted him was a female police officer named Li Luyao.

The two had contacted each other several times before, and Zhang Yang knew that she was the one who usually conducted "surveillance" in his live broadcast room.

"What do you mean? How many were arrested this time?"

"This is not important. There are more important things. The captain asked me to ask you, how sure are you of that ivory?"

"Is 70% enough? If not, I will think of ways to increase it."

Zhang Yang's answer was quite flexible, but if he was too full of words, the Internet police would be suspicious.

"What about the blanks? Do you think those things may have come from... there?"

Is it necessary to be so cautious? Can't even say the name?

It's just speculation, not solid evidence.

Zhang Yang curled his lips and said, "Fifty percent, it's best not to increase this."

He had seen embryonic materials of animal products in the inventory of Hailin Museum.

It has only undergone preliminary processing and has not had time to be carved.

Things are often produced by overseas poaching organizations for the convenience of sale.

The ones in the Hailin Museum were all left over from the popular science exhibition held in conjunction with Linhai HG a long time ago.

He just searched the Internet for reports at that time, and found that "small brands" needed for the circulation of animal products can also be declared through HG's channels.

You must know that this is China, and the circle of collectors of prohibited animal products is inherently small.

When the two things come together, the chance of coincidence is even more pitiful.

"First thing, what's the highest limit?" Captain Sun's voice came over the phone.

He is already familiar with Zhang Yang's way of speaking. Master Zhang's 70% is equal to 8.50% of the average person's.

But this time the target was special, and he wanted to be more secure.

"This depends on the capabilities of your testing agency. If it is at the same level as mine, it would be 90%."

"so tall?"

On the other end of the phone, several police officers from the Internet Police Office were surprised.

Master Zhang’s 90% is that he is completely sure.

After Li Luyao hung up the phone, Officer Sun quickly gathered everyone together and issued the task.

"Xiao Du, isn't your uncle an expert in the province? Let him watch Zhang Yang's treasure appraisal video and ask for his opinion."

"Xiao Li, collect information about the treasure appraiser."

"Old Feng, contact the wildlife management organization to see if the registered information and the authenticated Buddha amulet are completely correct."

"I'll go find the bureau leader and report the basic situation first."

…

Zhang Yang didn’t know yet, but what he wrote in the report information column was two simple sentences:

【warn! There is ivory in and out, so bring a certificate, but the certificate seems to be fake]

[There are also some animal products, I suspect they were leaked from HG]

Most of the Linhai Internet Police Team has been mobilized.

At this time, Master Zhang was stunned by the phone call that followed.

On the other end of the phone was Wei Ping'an from before. He said he was in Linhai now.

Co-author: That new cemetery just now is in Linhai?

"This guy doesn't really want to book an ecological tomb for himself, does he?"

Zhang Yang was still muttering in his heart, and Wei Ping'an explained his purpose:

"Teacher, it's not convenient for me to talk on the live broadcast just now. I would like to ask, do you have any research on tomb theft prevention?"

"It's like this. I have a distinguished client here. He wants to be buried in an underground tomb after his death, and he also wants to bury some of his precious collections with him."

"But there are too many valuable things, so..."

After listening to this, Zhang Yang thought he had returned to a hundred years ago.

However, Brother Ping An's employer may be an old man in his nineties. He is from that era, so it is not surprising that he has some feudal ideas.

“Isn’t it enough to just use reinforced concrete to build the cemetery?”

"Find a guy from a design institute and spend three days and three nights painting it."

Zhang Yang originally wanted to say Sanhe soil, lime, glutinous rice water, etc., but he remembered when he saw the employees playing with their mobile phones that it was already the 21st century.

In what age are you still using traditional anti-theft methods?

"I originally thought so, but my employer said that he saw with his own eyes that Wang's cement tomb was blown open, and after the body was burned, it was doused with horse urine."

Sure enough, he was from that era.

But comparing yourself to someone named Wang is a bit too much, right?

Could it be that he is extremely greedy, so greedy that he dare not pass on his stolen goods to future generations?

"Brother Wei, you can make money, but don't send yourself in."

"Teacher, don't worry. This old man's money should be clean. He has saved all these things for decades."

Hearing Brother Ping'an's confident tone, Zhang Yang could only help him think of a better solution.

"Can't you hire a grave keeper?"

No matter how good the anti-theft measures are, unless you use the method of self-destruction when the door is opened, there is no way to deal with explosives.

Nobel is still a bit of a man.

"If you hire someone to guard the grave, you may be afraid that he will steal from the grave."

Wei Ping'an also thought of this method.

In fact, he has proposed all the methods that can be searched on the Internet, but his employer is not satisfied.

So he came to ask for help from Master Zhang, who is known as the "only legal old nine gates".

"Then there is only one last way." Zhang Yang reluctantly took out the method at the bottom of the box.

This is the idea he thought of when he saw the excavation of the ancient city of Pompeii buried in volcanic ash abroad.

"I don't know if you have heard of burying people with cement?"

"Teacher, do you mean to put my employer's grave in an iron bucket and fill it with cement?" Brother Ping'an asked.

"You've watched too many gangster movies. You're committing the crime of insulting a corpse, which is illegal."

"What I mean is that when you build the tomb, you keep digging down, leaving only a one-person-sized exit on the top, and then the body will be sent in by hanging."

"After all the burial objects are placed, use that special cement to fill the entire tomb."

"The deeper you dig, the safer it is."

"How deep should you dig?" Brother Ping'an thought about it and thought of something called the earth's crust.

"It depends on how much money your employer gives you." Zhang Yang said lightly.

After listening to it, Brother Ping'an thought for a while and nodded involuntarily.

"Thank you, Master Zhang. Listening to your words is better than selling graves for ten years."

"When you start broadcasting, I will give you gifts."

...

After hanging up Wei Ping'an's phone, Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that apart from the imperial edict, he didn't seem to have made much money recently.

Although money is not something he urgently needs, as a man with a golden finger, it is indeed a bit shabby to have only more than one million in his hand.

I can't even afford the Land Rover that Biao Ge's family can't stop.

Hailin Museum is still a money-losing product. It will have a chance to turn around when the loan exhibition starts next month.

In the live broadcast room, if you don't bring goods, there is no big income.

If you bring goods, you have to find sources of goods, have to socialize, and finally make money by cutting the leeks in the live broadcast room. It's not interesting.

Do you really have to go to gamble on stones?

Zhang Yang remembered the message sent by Cao last time. Just when he was thinking, Douyin suddenly pushed a message on his mobile phone:

[Live broadcast of a jadeite raw stone worth 200,000 yuan, come and watch]

Is this big data or mind reading?

No matter which method it is, Zhang Yang admitted that he was interested in this push.

He clicked on the message and entered a live broadcast room called "A Huang Playing Jade".

A man wearing black-framed glasses was sitting behind a wooden table. In front of him, there was a jadeite raw stone about the size of a unicorn melon.

"Brothers, I carried the raw stones worth more than 200,000 yuan back from the Burmese mine overnight. Today, I will show you the real strength of the anchor."

The people who made the changes were numb.