Chapter 131: The Generations Have Not Been Interrupted for More than Two Thousand Years

Yanjing, Peace Hotel.

The private room of Room No. 1 was filled with bigwigs in the Yanjing antique industry.

Excluding the dozen or so who had entered recently, they could barely be counted as "half of the world".

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, Master Che slowly spoke: "Brothers, take it easy recently."

"If you go in any further, there won't even be anyone to deliver meals in the future."

"You should have seen the news. He just went to the new Sanxingdui Museum on the 28th of last month and emphasized the issue of cultural relics inheritance and protection again."

"At this time, there are still people using cultural relics to do this and that. If you don't die, who will die?"

"Is it so serious?"

An expert sitting below Master Che wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I just came back from Jinzhong. My nephew took a piece of Famen Temple glazed brick from me a few days ago."

"It's not exposed, right?" Che Lijun asked nervously.

"It's exposed, all exposed, and even used for a live treasure appraisal. I heard the police are preparing to investigate recently."

"Oh my god!" Many people at the scene exclaimed.

"Are you on good terms with your nephew?" Che Lijun asked.

The subtext is that if the relationship is not good, don't contact him in the future.

"Not bad, his father saved my life before."

After listening, Che Lijun nodded, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the table, and everyone else at the scene looked at him.

After a while, he cleared his throat and made a suggestion:

"Let him turn himself in to the police station and tell about the tomb robbers in Jinzhong."

"I remember you collected things from them before, so you took the things you collected as stolen goods, with those cultural relics as the basis, and the matter of glazed bricks was just mentioned."

"Now there is a severe crackdown, if he keeps escaping, he might be implicated."

"Will he go to jail?"

"No." Che Lijun smiled lightly: "Fine some money, six months of probation, and the rest will be my fault."

This sentence "The rest will be my fault" is too confident, and it instantly dispelled almost everyone's doubts.

Of course, not everyone believed it, such as Wu Xingfei, who had just returned from Africa. He was very surprised why everyone was praising Che.

In fact, this was because he had just returned to China and was behind the news.

If he knew that the "bosses" that this small group had praised before were now in jail, he would not have doubted it in his heart.

"Buzz~ That horse owner doesn't know he's a donkey~ That bird doesn't know he's a chicken~"

Hearing his cell phone ringing, Wu Xingfei quickly picked up the phone from under the table.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, but considering that he had been abroad for too long, it was normal for acquaintances to change numbers, so he still had to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Excuse me, is this Master Wu Xingfei?" The voice was a very clear male voice.

"It's me, who are you?"

"Someone asked you to identify a Huanghuali chair before, and it was worth 60 million. Do you remember?"

"How much? 60 million?"

"You're hallucinating from eating mushrooms, right?" Wu Xingfei said unhappily.

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said:

"The first snow of 2019 came a little later than in 2018. I was at the Yanjing Sales Department of the Gard Auction House. Do you remember a chair made of huanghuali?"

Wu Xingfei hesitated before answering this time, because he did work at Gard for a while before going abroad:

"Wait, let me think about it..."

"I don't remember the huanghuali, but I remember the red rosewood."

"Hahaha, hahahaha..."

Suddenly, a middle-aged man laughed heartily on the other end of the phone, which scared Wu Xingfei so much that he thought he had flipped over.

"No problem, thank you, Mr. Wu."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xingfei's friend asked him:

"Old Wu, are you looking for furniture? I have a pair of Huanghuali chairs from the Qing Dynasty. Do you want to sell them for 8 million?"

"Old Chu, you've sold your lifeblood Huanghuali, are you trying to make some money?"

"How is that possible? I...wait a minute, I'm on the phone."

Old Chu picked up the phone, and a clear male voice rang out from the other end of the phone: "Is that Mr. Chu Yunfei?"

"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"I'm your treasure friend. At this time last year, I asked you to identify a Huanghuali chair, which was valued at 60 million. Do you still remember it?"

"60 million?" Old Chu exclaimed, attracting Wu Xingfei's attention.

He smiled at Old Wu to express his apology, and then answered the phone:

"60 million Huanghuali? Is it a Ming Dynasty curved-back chair?"

"Generally, only the ones that the emperor sat on are sold at this price. There are only a dozen in the world, and they are all owned."

"I haven't come across one in recent years."

"Teacher, are you sure?"

"Sure. 60 million, if you are talking about Zimbabwean dollars or South Vietnamese dong, then just ignore what I said." Old Chu said confidently.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Wu Xingfei, who was eager to learn, and explained why he was so surprised just now:

"Now all kinds of rotten fish and shrimp dare to price Huanghuali at tens of millions, which is even more outrageous than us."

"Actually, I just received this call." Wu Xingfei said lightly.

"Ah?" Old Chu was stunned.

Just then, Che Lijun's phone rang.

"Hello, Zhang Yang. I haven't contacted you for a long time. How are you doing?"

"I'm still the same."

"What crazy person would dare to price a huanghuali chair at 60 million yuan?"

"Impossible. How can we sell a pair of them for 240 million yuan if they can't produce cubs..."

When Che Lijun finished the call, he was surprised to find that both Lao Wu and Lao Chu came over and stared at him passionately.

"What's wrong? Are there flowers on my face?"

Lao Chu shook his head: "Did someone ask you just now if you have ever appraised a 60 million huanghuali chair?"

Che Lijun nodded: "Yes, Zhang Yang called me just now."

"Zhang Yang is Teacher Wang's apprentice, half of my junior fellow apprentice, and half of Mr. Zhong's apprentice... You can think of him as the Guo Jing from the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan."

"He seems to be doing a live broadcast of treasure appraisal now, let me show you."

Che Lijun opened Zhang Yang's live broadcast room.

Zhang Yang is still in Lianmai, and the sixth expert has been confirmed.

"Su Renying, right? Come on, brothers, wait a minute, I'll find the contact information of this expert."

Che, Wu and Chu all looked at Su Renying who was drinking.

Che Lijun suddenly thought of something and immediately opened an internal communication group.

Sure enough, just as he thought, Wang Guosheng sent part of his address book to the group more than ten minutes ago, and Zhang Yang replied "Thank you."

"The night gave me black eyes~"

Su Renying's cell phone rang, and Che Lijun no longer had any doubts.

In the end, when Zhang Yang persuaded the old man who had been deceived, a total of six people present at the hotel received his call, asking about the 240 million huanghuali.

Only one person was really short-sighted. I remember someone asked him how much a Hainan Huanghuali chair could be sold for, and he replied, "At least 60 million."

"This matter won't be blamed on me in the end, right?" This short-sighted expert was a little scared.

"That's not the case. Those who engage in live broadcast treasure appraisal are looking for traffic."

Wu Xingfei had some personal opinions on the live broadcast of treasure appraisal, and deliberately exaggerated:

"You're done!"

Lao Chu had a better personality and looked at Che Lijun:

"Lao Che, isn't that Zhang Yang half your junior brother?"

"Can we get this matter out of the way so that he doesn't mention it? It's obviously the intermediaries from the auction houses who are using our names to make money!"

Che Lijun shook his head seriously:

"That little black money doesn't matter."

He remembered the time when he was "trapped" by the Cheng family and his son.

“The real trouble is that we are now being treated like shit, and we don’t even have a channel to clean the floor.”

"If it weren't for my junior brother Zhang's kind help, you guys, Lao Chu and Lao Wu, your reputation would have been ruined."

"Yes!" "That's right!" "That makes sense..."

Many people present deeply believed in what Che Lijun said.

Even Wu Xingfei agreed in his heart and listened carefully, wanting to see what Master Che could do.

Che Lijun was very satisfied when he saw everyone's reaction.

This is how the antique circle is, it goes on and on, until the senior people are all in jail or buried, and he becomes the oldest authority.

He cleared his throat and suggested: "I think it's time for us to take action."

"You mean, we also go to the live broadcast of treasure appraisal?"

"Isn't that a bit too low?" someone in the crowd said anxiously.

"Instead of going live, we will go offline. Didn't you notice that my junior brother Zhang held an amazing event?"

…

Zhang Yang didn't know yet that the method he came up with to save the Hailin Museum was already being noticed.

He is busy working as a mediator in various live broadcast rooms.

"Sister, you are really a gangster. If you don't believe me, look at what I'm holding in my hand."

"Yours is a female, and mine is a male. We are a couple!"

"Would you rather believe that your stuff is fake than believe that we are a couple?"

"Okay, just admit that it's fake. Stop pulling on our appraiser's clothes. You'll tear them to pieces."

[There’s a quarrel again in Live Room No. 3. The host should go put out the fire]

[Researcher Nie: Help, help, help]

[Brothers, this live broadcast mode is not bad, the work is very dense]

[It looks good, but I’m worried that Master Zhang won’t be able to resist it]

Zhang Yang really couldn't bear it any longer.

When he first helped Teacher Nie, he just wanted to create some program effects.

But he underestimated the intensity of the offline audition process.

Personal attack:

"Friend Bao, this thing of yours is fake."

"Some people, wearing the aura of experts, defrauding people of their money, are worse than animals."

He takes things into consideration:

"Friend Bao, this is the font of Microsoft Yahei."

"Who asked you to read the fonts and the content of the text? Can modern people write such a good article?"

There are those who swear:

"Friend Bao, the copper in your Xuande furnace is electroplated."

"Hahaha, if this thing is not right, I will eat it!"

The most ruthless one is an old man who even wants to take legal action:

"Friend Bao, this is a new imitation."

"No! You are talking nonsense! This thing has been at home for 96 years. If you say it is fake, I will file a lawsuit with you."

Good guy, after talking to such a person, Zhang Yang felt like he was not feeling well.

The four researchers who helped with the identification were actually in good condition. It was probably because Zhang Yang saw how they looked when they first participated in such activities, and they were in a particularly happy mood.

"Brothers, I can't stand it anymore, so I'll retreat first."

Zhang Yang checked the time and it was time to stop broadcasting.

[Teacher, aren't you going to connect with me today? I've been waiting for three hours]

"Waited for three hours?"

Zhang Yang clicked on the backstage to check and found that there was indeed a treasure friend who had started queuing up when he just started broadcasting and had been waiting until now.

This is a die-hard fan, and it's not good to disappoint him, so let's work overtime for five minutes.

"Brother, are you a national treasure gang?"

"If you think your treasure is worth less than one million, send an application for connecting with me."

According to Zhang Yang's experience, one million is a threshold. For things above this value, the probability of being a fake is more than 95%.

[No, it's just a small thing passed down from my family]

"That's no problem. In our live broadcast room, ancestral is a safe word."

Zhang Yang clicked to accept the connection.

"Welcome, treasure friend, sorry to make you wait."

"It's okay, teacher, I found an heirloom today and would like to ask you to help identify it."

The treasure friend spread out his hand, and in his palm was a jade artifact that was thin at the top and thick at the bottom. The shape was a bit like a spoon, but the head was not concave, but protruded with a button.

The texture of the jade itself is good, and the carving is also good, but it is too beautiful, a bit like a modern imitation.

"This is a belt hook, is it also handed down from my ancestors?"

Zhang Yang asked in a tone of doubt with a little casualness.

Jade belt hooks are now the hardest hit area for counterfeiting of ancient jade.

Those jades of poor quality, made into jade belt hooks, and made a little old, can increase the price by dozens of times.

"Yes, it is handed down from my ancestors!"

"Brother's anti-reconnaissance awareness is good."

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, observing carefully.

"Name: Jade Belt Hook"

"Material: Hetian Jade"

"Production Time: 176 BC"

"Details: The jade belt hook used as an ornament on the waist of ancient nobles, the relief Pan Chi decoration symbolizes the noble status of the owner of the belt hook"

Hmm? Real thing?

Or is it from the Western Han Dynasty?

"Baoyou, is your last name Kong? Has your family been passed down for more than 2,000 years?"

"Let me remind you first, it is not appropriate to dig out something from your ancestors' graves and pass it down as an heirloom!"

"It was not dug out, it was really handed down. During that special period, my grandfather buried this thing in a cave, so it was not taken away."

"Where are you from?" Zhang Yang asked for the address first.

"I'm from Changnan City, Jiangnan Province."

The capital of Jiangnan Province, in the Western Han Dynasty, who could be worthy of a jade hook carved with a coiled dragon pattern...

Zhang Yang slapped his thigh: "Baoyou, your ancestors didn't dig the tomb of Marquis Haihun, did they?"

"Ah?"

"Of course, this is the only big tomb in your area that can produce jade belt hooks from the Western Han Dynasty."

"Even if it wasn't dug by your grandfather, it might have been dug by your great-grandfather. Of course, don't be nervous, the police will investigate the matter thoroughly..."

"No, teacher. We are still dozens of kilometers away from the tomb of Marquis Haihun." Baoyou explained.

"I moved because I was afraid of being discovered."

Zhang Yang gave a very reasonable explanation.

"But there are so many things in the tomb of Marquis Haihun, how come there is only one handed down from my family?"

"How many more do you want!" Zhang Yang asked in a shocked tone: "The jade belt hook of the Western Han Dynasty is not enough."

"This thing can be put on display in any museum."

"Teacher, this is really inherited from my ancestors." Baoyou said firmly.

"Since it is so precious, why don't I donate it to the museum directly?"

"Baoyou, I'm sorry, don't be nervous. This kind of thing, inherited from my ancestors, is fine to collect by yourself, as long as you don't sell it to foreigners." Zhang Yang comforted.

Although it is likely to come out of the tomb, according to Baoyou's attitude, it is really possible that his great-grandfather dug it.

"It's okay, I'm not short of money, it's not good to lose this thing in my hands."

Baoyou has a great vision, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"If you really want to donate, I can't stop you. But I'll tell you a place, you can consider it."

"Have you heard of the Hailin Museum?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

[The real reason is revealed]

[Donated to the anchor himself, right? ]

[To some extent, this proves that the item is indeed precious]

After hearing this, Baoyou also laughed: "Teacher, didn't you resign from the museum? Why are you still accepting goods from your old employer?"

"I didn't resign, who spread the rumor?"

"There are too many such items in the Haihunhou Tomb Museum. If you donate to them, they may not be exhibited."

"But if you donate to us, I will definitely find a separate display cabinet to display this item for you."

Zhang Yang looked at this jade belt hook and liked it more and more.

If I have to describe it, it's an addiction.

"Can you write that it was donated by me?" Baoyou was concerned about this issue.

"Of course I will indicate the source, and you can even put a black and white photo of yourself next to it." Zhang Yang said very sincerely.

As the deputy director of a museum, he can still do this promise.

"No, no, it's not necessary."

"Teacher, how about I come to participate in the activities you hold!"

"Of course, I will directly select you for the finals."

"Also, we will reimburse you for your round-trip air tickets to Linhai."

This is the good thing about private museums. In terms of money, there is no need to go through complicated approval procedures.

[Reimbursement of round-trip air tickets? Then I have something to say]

[Actually, I am also a senior collector]

[Teacher, I also have treasures that I want to donate to your museum]

[I, I, I, I want to donate too]

“I understand that everyone wants to donate things, but we don’t accept fakes!”

“Porcelain from the folk kilns of the late Qing Dynasty is not valuable, and we don’t accept it!”

“Things from the tombs can be accepted, and I can guarantee that the conditions in the prison in Linhai are not bad.” Zhang Yang said to the camera.

“Teacher, you won’t trick me to Linhai and send me in, right?” Baoyou suddenly panicked.

“You worry too much. If you can be sent in, the police are on the way now. You have no chance to serve your sentence in Linhai.”

“Too real.” Baoyou sighed.

“Teacher, I have a few ancient coins. Can you help me take a look?”

“No problem.” Although it was past the end of the get off work day, Zhang Yang still willingly agreed.

A dozen ancient coins, most of which were copper coins from the Qing Dynasty, and there were also a few Yuan Datou coins.

This kind of thing is very easy to identify. Just judge whether it is real or fake and estimate the price according to the result of big data matching.

The last piece was identified soon.

"Your this is..."

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, the doorbell rang from Baoyou's side, "Ding Dong!"

[Here they come, the police are here]

[Hahaha, the anchor is so happy for nothing]

[The thing has become stolen goods]

[Baoyou is still young, and you want to get away with it in this live broadcast room? ]

"Teacher, it's not really a policeman, right?"

After reading the barrage, Baoyou was really panicked.

"It's okay, you go open the door first, I'll wait for you."

Zhang Yang felt that this thing was fine, at least it was not recently out of the tomb, because there were obvious signs of playing on the surface of the jade.

After a while, Baoyou returned to the camera with two middle-aged men.

"Hello, Master Zhang!" The man greeted Zhang Yang happily.

"Hello. Who are you?"

"We are staff members of Changnan Museum." One of them smiled brighter than flowers.

"There are indeed several Western Han Dynasty jade belt hooks in the Haihunhou Tomb Museum, so let's give this thing to our Changnan City Museum for safekeeping!"

"By the way, we will also write down the donation information of the cultural relics in the exhibition hall. Thank you for this treasure friend."

"I'm so proud!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but burst out a Chinese quintessence.

The official came out to intercept?

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