Chapter 132: Treasure Appraisal Is Just a Job, Tomb Robbing Is Life

"It's finally our museum's turn."

After showing his credentials, the researcher surnamed He was so happy that his mouth was about to split.

"Master Zhang, we have actually noticed you for a long time..."

"How long?" Zhang Yang interrupted and asked.

It doesn't matter what you ask. What's important is not to let these two people get close to you.

Lest you lose face later.

The two researchers looked at each other, exchanged glances and replied, "At least a month."

"So you have been waiting for this opportunity for a month?"

"Of course, it doesn't cost anything to watch the live broadcast anyway."

No cost?

Zhang Yang understood that these two people probably don't even have fan cards, and maybe they don't even bother to click "like" at ordinary times.

"Excuse me, do you have a fan card?"

"No, Master Zhang." The researcher surnamed Geng said proudly, "We work in the museum, there are many people who know the business, and we don't need your help to appraise treasures."

"On the contrary, you have this mouth to eat if we don't come to the live broadcast to appraise treasures."

!!!

The local gangs in Changnan City are so rude!

Zhang Yang felt like ten thousand alpacas were roaring in his heart.

Although the appearance of these two museum staff indirectly confirmed his previous view that Baoyou's jade belt hook had no legal risks, even if it was stolen a hundred years ago, it was safe now.

But now it seems that it would be better for them to disappear on the spot.

Zhang Yang frowned and looked at the two men, looking for a breakthrough.

At this time, a string of things under someone's neck caught his attention.

"Researcher He, your Dzi bead is pretty good, how many eyes does it have?"

"Oh? Master Zhang also studies cultural relics?"

The man surnamed He took the Dzi bead off his neck with great interest.

"Why, help me take a look? Let me make it clear first, don't blame us if it flips over."

Flip over?

Zhang Yang laughed.

"What's the matter with your 15-year-old Taiwan bead?"

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, Researcher He was obviously stunned.

His companion surnamed Geng suddenly laughed.

"You treasure appraisers, do you say a Dzi bead is a Tai bead when you see one? Then the one played by Yangzi and Lianjie are also Tai bead?"

"When the elders in Mr. He's family were playing with beads, you, the anchor, were still peeing and playing with mud!"

"Really?" Zhang Yang laughed sarcastically.

Sure enough, those who play with cultural relics, especially Dzi beads, like to say that they have a family heritage.

Some outrageous ones even say that the things were invited from the hands of living Buddhas.

[I actually had the same hobby as Master Zhang]

[I really want to turn into mud and be played with by Master Zhang]

[The barrage is really perverted]

[I was in a meeting, and I laughed out loud, you have to compensate me for my bonus]

Researcher He calmed down and came to his senses. Yes, his personality of playing with Dzi beads is very complete.

With the help of this person next to him, now this high-imitation Tai bead is a real Dzi bead.

He quickly pointed to the beads on his neck and said, "My grandfather got this one from the great lama more than 70 years ago."

"Oh? Then I would like to ask Mr. Geng and Mr. He, do you have any beads passed down by sellers to you?"

"I didn't buy them, but many people in our museum did."

Researcher Geng was quite straightforward. Of course, he answered so readily just to lead to the next sentence:

"Do you think that so many people in our museum are playing with fakes?"

"It is very likely." Zhang Yang nodded.

He turned his eyes to look at the camera:

"In the live broadcast room, if there are treasure friends in Changnan City, you and the people around you will be careful to distinguish the Dzi beads sold by the relevant personnel of the Municipal Museum in the future."

"Because every time you buy a fake Dzi bead, a Dzi bead will lose its household registration book."

"No buying and selling, no killing."

"By the way, if you two are not convinced, I will wait for your lawyer's letter!"

"Teacher He, let's go back and sue him for defamation." Researcher Geng said indignantly.

But the man surnamed He did not respond.

"Teacher He?"

"Old He!"

"Hey." Researcher He came back to his senses: "Well, Old Geng, it's a waste of time to deal with internet celebrities like them. Let's take the things back first!"

"Wait, I haven't finished talking yet!"

Zhang Yang stopped the two.

"Teacher Geng, I haven't helped you identify it yet!"

"Identify what?" Researcher Geng spread his hands: "I don't play with Dzi beads."

After that, he pulled the collar of his T-shirt to prove that there was nothing on his neck.

"You don't play with Dzi beads, but I'm curious."

"Why do you put a Hongxing Erke logo on this Louis Vuitton T-shirt of more than 10,000 yuan?"

"Also, why do you wear a Seven Wolves belt with this pair of Balenciaga jeans of more than 20,000 yuan?" Zhang Yang asked with a puzzled look.

"What did my Seven Wolves do to you?" Researcher He retorted angrily.

He picked up his clothes. The belt around his waist was from the same manufacturer as Researcher Geng.

It's even the same model!

"Why do you use the same belt? Wait, from the same production batch?"

"Are you gay?" Zhang Yang looked at the two middle-aged men in front of him in surprise.

"How is that possible? My wife helped me choose mine." Researcher He replied.

"Mine too."

"???"

The scene that followed was somewhat chaotic.

Zhang Yang was too lazy to listen to these scandalous things, so he asked Baoyou to keep the jade belt hook, and then hurriedly disconnected Lian Mai.

…

Half an hour later, in a community in Changnan City.

"Diwu~Diwu~Diwu~"

The two museum workers who were fighting were taken away in a police car.

Baoyou stood by the window, looking at the back of the police car driving away outside the community, and then looked at the jade on the table.

He quickly opened his mobile phone and booked a flight ticket to Linhai for the next day. He then took a screenshot of the ticket order and sent it to "Master Zhang".

After Zhang Yang received the news, he immediately reimbursed him for the round-trip air tickets.

Of course, this is just an advance payment, and in the end it will definitely be the Hailin Museum’s account.

"Buying horse bones with thousands of gold will give you another way to clear your name for your ancestors, who are treasure friends of Laojiu Sect."

Zhang Yang looked out the car window and saw the sea of ​​people in the Hailin Museum exhibition area, feeling very beautiful.

Wait, why are there so many people?

People were queuing up from the exhibition entrance to near the bus stop.

"Sorry, I borrowed it!"

"My wife has given birth to a baby, so I can borrow it for a while."

"Police are handling the case, get out of the way!"

With great difficulty, Zhang Yang squeezed his way through the crowd step by step to the staff passage.

"Hey, how could he go through the employee aisle!"

Some enthusiastic tourists pointed at Zhang Yang’s back and asked the librarian who was maintaining order.

"This is our Director Zhang," the librarian introduced.

"Director Zhang? I remember the director of Hailin Museum, wasn't his surname Wang?" asked a familiar tourist.

"Sooner or later, the surname will be Zhang." The old librarian said while looking at the bustling crowd outside the Hailin Museum.

He has worked here for twenty years, and this is the first time he has seen such a big scene.

In fact, not only the librarians, but also Mr. Wang himself was very moved by the grand scene outside the museum.

"Why didn't we think of organizing treasure appraisal activities before?" Wang Guosheng murmured to himself.

"Because Mr. Wang, you are a busy man!" Deputy Director Zou said flatteringly from the side.

"Are you busy? I was really busy before."

"But since Xiao Zhang took over, I haven't been busy for a long time!" Master Wang stared at the office door and said cheerfully.

With a creak, the door opened, and a young and handsome face appeared in front of everyone.

"Teacher Wang!"

Zhang Yang greeted Wang Guosheng excitedly.

If there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, and this old expert is in charge, and the professionalism of the activities is guaranteed, half the success is already achieved.

For the remaining half, it depends on whether we can produce some more big products to build our reputation.

"When did the teacher arrive?"

"More than an hour ago." Wang Guosheng replied, keeping his eyes on Zhang Yang's face.

"Zhang Yang, you look a lot older now that you have a beard."

"Indeed, when I first met Director Zhang, I thought he was already in his mid-twenties." Deputy Director Zou agreed.

"Haha, aren't you afraid that Deputy Director Zou will think that I have a hairless mouth and a weak work ethic?" Zhang Yang said half-jokingly.

The three of them chatted without saying a word, but they were actually waiting for dinner time to arrive.

At six o'clock, the hotel called and said it had been arranged.

Zhang Yang immediately stood up and prepared to set off.

At this moment, he saw a strange cane at the door.

The whole body of the crutch is brown, with vine patterns carved on it. In the middle part of the crutch, there is a small silver-white metal ring.

It is not impossible to add metal to the crutch, but it is usually at the tip to prevent wear and tear.

This crutch is added in the middle, and it always feels like it is used to splice it after it is broken.

What's even stranger is that Zhang Yang feels vaguely that this crutch looks familiar.

Wang Guosheng noticed Zhang Yang's eyes and smiled:

"Xiao Zhang, what do you think of my crutch?"

"What material is it made of? And what era is it from?"

Master Wang's tone was exactly the same as when he tested Zhang Yang with the red glazed porcelain.

But this time, Zhang Yang's reaction was completely different.

He frowned, as if he was thinking about something difficult to understand.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Wang Guosheng was a little confused.

The question he asked was not the last big question of mathematics in the college entrance examination, so he didn’t need to think about it for so long.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this crutch?"

"Teacher, is this golden nanmu crutch from the middle Ming Dynasty broken in the middle?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Yeah, so I used a silver-plated metal ring to connect the middle."

"Teacher, did you buy this yourself?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

"It was given by an old friend of Yanjing." Wang Guosheng explained.

"Does your old friend have a lot of old things like this? Does he always like to go out in the middle of the night?"

"What do you mean?" Master Wang was a little confused.

"I personally saw the tomb robber dig this crutch out of the tomb." Zhang Yang said confidently.

"???"

Several big question marks appeared on the foreheads of Master Wang and Deputy Director Zou at the same time.

"Wait a minute, I'll find a slice of the live broadcast and show it to you."

It was the first time that Zhang Yang felt that the live recording function was so useful.

Three minutes later, all three people in the office sat on the sofa in silence, forgetting about going to eat.

They were all watching the video of Zhang Yang when he was a tomb robber.

Master Wang's crutch was placed on the coffee table in front of the three of them.

Finally, it was Wang Guosheng who broke the silence.

After all, he was the one holding the stolen goods.

"It seems that this walking stick was indeed stolen from the Ming tomb by the tomb robbers that Zhang Yang encountered."

"But even now, I still can't believe that some treasure appraisal experts secretly communicate with tomb robbers."