Chapter 133 Godfather, Save Me!

"Teacher, the expert you are talking about should not be named Zhang, right?" Zhang Yang said half-jokingly.

"Although I know a lot of tomb robbers, I deal with them mainly to satisfy their desire to go to jail."

After being teased by him, Wang Guosheng, who had a serious expression, also laughed.

He smiled and said, "Hahaha, Xiao Zhang, you are still far from being an expert."

"I'm talking about the big boss of Yanjing Shengbao Pavilion, Niu Renai."

"This thing was given to me by him."

Wang Guosheng wanted to pick up the cane on the coffee table, but hesitated for a moment and took his hand back.

Having been in the antique business for decades, he certainly knew that some of his friends' things came from shady sources.

But checking the origin is what the police want to do, and Wang Guosheng has always insisted on keeping a low profile.

Therefore, for him, this newly unearthed golden nanmu cane in front of him was like Xu Zhu, who had been vegetarian and chanting Buddha for more than 80 years, sleeping in the middle of the night and suddenly felt that there was a passionate beauty around him.

It was too late, and he was already too weak.

What's more, there was a 20-year-old Zhang Yang watching next to him.

So after hesitating for a while, Wang Guosheng pushed the cane in front of Zhang Yang.

"Xiao Zhang, please give it to the police station directly."

"No problem."

Zhang Yang agreed to the matter, which meant that he would get a banner again.

Deputy Director Zou in the system had no interest in the cane. He was more concerned about the Niu Renai that Master Wang mentioned.

"Mr. Wang, is Niu Renai's son called Niu Weichang, the turtle doctor in the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee?"

"Yes." Wang Guosheng nodded: "It was him who squeezed you down."

Zhang Yang almost didn't react to the way the story unfolded.

Master Wang is indeed an old man, and he broke Deputy Director Zou's defense at once.

Looking at the indignation on the middle-aged man's face that could not be concealed, this matter should not be groundless.

Niu Weichang should have been in Deputy Curator Zou's notebook long ago.

And now, a huge handle fell in front of him - the enemy's biological father was related to the tomb robbers, and at the very least he was a dealer of stolen goods.

Deputy Curator Zou turned into a great detective and began to analyze the "case":

"Mr. Wang, you just said that this stolen item was given to you by Niu Renai. Was there anyone else present when it was given to you?"

"Yes." Master Wang thought for a moment: "Che Lijun was there."

"And the one who brought back a lot of African ivory, his name is Wu Xingfei."

"They are all acquaintances!" Zhang Yang interrupted.

"Hahaha, Xiao Zhang, you will know in the future, this circle is really not big." Master Wang laughed.

In fact, it is not only not big, it is pitifully small.

According to the information Zhang Yang searched on the Internet, this Niu Renai, his ancestral home is at the junction of Linhai and Wanshan.

It is considered a half-fellow villager.

According to Master Wang, this is because decades ago, when everything was in ruins, rich people flocked to Yanjing, and all kinds of antiques also flocked to Yanjing, and the antique circle suddenly prospered.

Collectors from the Jianghuai region, of course, had to stick together to feel safe.

Later, the northern school was arrested for tomb robbing, and many southern schools were arrested for trafficking in cultural relics. The team of Master Wang and others grew stronger.

Now, even future stars like Zhang Yang have joined.

Master Wang and Deputy Director Zou talked back and forth, and Zhang Yang felt like he was listening to a story.

In short, the end of the story is that the Niu family got into trouble.

...

When it was evening, Deputy Director Zou left after dinner, and Wang Guosheng suddenly asked Zhang Yang to sit next to him and said mysteriously:

"Xiao Zhang, have you heard of the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee?"

"Yes, I have dealt with them."

Zhang Yang nodded, and he immediately thought of Du Shiming, the old expert who always wanted to cheat people intentionally or unintentionally.

"Then are you interested in becoming one of them?"

"No."

Zhang Yang answered quickly and accurately.

Wang Guosheng was a little caught off guard by his decisiveness. He took a deep breath and asked him again:

"Can you tell me your reasons?"

"Because their level is a bit low, and they only identify things of the police and customs, which is really boring."

So crazy, but Master Wang thinks it is very reasonable.

He thought about it and advised Zhang Yang:

"There are indeed not many experts at the provincial level..., but you have to take it step by step. When you have enough qualifications, you can finally enter the national appraisal committee."

"Think about it, while you are enjoying the national subsidy in the future, you will not only be able to see all kinds of rare treasures, but also get everyone's recognition of you..."

Master Wang's words were sincere, and he really treated Zhang Yang as a junior to help him.

Feeling the old man's painstaking efforts, Zhang Yang was really embarrassed to refuse, so he could only agree first and go to Du Shiming to see after a while.

If the great expert Du did not give face and firmly disagreed with his joining, then there would be nothing he could do.

In the following days, Master Wang was in charge of the museum, and Zhang Yang returned to his familiar pace of life.

Until one night.

Zhang Yang came out of the Hailin Museum and was walking out of the elevator to get his car from the underground garage.

Suddenly, he saw from a distance that there seemed to be a clump of grass growing in the trunk of his car.

It was green and lush.

Of course, it was impossible for grass to grow on a car, especially this newly bought BMW.

"Who is it, dyeing your hair green and learning to play hide-and-seek?"

Zhang Yang stood at the elevator door, in the center of the surveillance field of view, and shouted towards the grass.

The person who was hiding stood up when he heard the sound and waved awkwardly at Zhang Yang.

"Master Zhang, I, Wei Pingan!"

"I'll go, Brother Ping'an?"

Zhang Yang remembered that this guy did say he was in Linhai.

If you are interested, you can search carefully on the Internet and find the Hailin Museum.

The question is, why is he here?

"I came to you to save my life!" Brother Ping'an said with a sad face: "Master Zhang, no, you are my foster father now!"

"No, Fengxian, if you fart, hurry up."

Seeing that Wei Pingan was still in the mood to tell jokes, Zhang Yang relaxed a lot.

But when he saw the other person struggling to pull out a bulging black travel bag from the back of the car, the string in his heart suddenly tightened again.

"Father, if you come here a little later, I will put these things in your trunk."

Brother Ping An said, opened the bag and turned on the light with his mobile phone.

Zhang Yang only glanced at it and subconsciously took two steps back.

He lowered his voice and asked: "Aren't you selling graves? Why are you digging graves?"

“The business is so booming now, are you going to destroy your competitors’ business?”

In that travel bag, placed at the top were several khaki clay pots. At first glance, they looked like very earthy old things.

Underneath, there are strings of copper coins, freshly dug out and still stuck together.

"I don't know either!" Brother Ping'an scratched his hair with a grimace on his face.

"I asked a few brothers to help dig the cemetery. I went to deliver food to them tonight, but I found that all the people were gone, and even the tools were taken away."

"I called and asked before telling me that it has been shipped."

"Dig up a bag of treasures for me and put them under the tarp in the cemetery."

"I opened it and saw that it was not shipped. It was going to kill me!"