Chapter 161 Bronze Return Plan
"You are right." Zhang Yang nodded.
"Brother, can you not be so perfunctory?"
"No." Zhang Yang said seriously: "Don't you think the lid of this you (you with three tones) is strange?"
The you mentioned by Zhang Yang is an ancient wine container, which later evolved into a ritual vessel.
Most of them are like the bronze vessel in front of him, with lids and handles, and the connection between the handle and the main body is decorated with a sheep head to indicate identity.
"What's wrong with the lid? Is it a later addition?"
Chen Yanguang said casually, but Zhang Yang nodded seriously.
It does look like a later addition.
"The rust color of the lid and the body of the you is very different, obviously corroded in different soil environments."
"And the color of the body of the you looks familiar to me." Zhang Yang muttered to himself: "It may be a pit mouth that I am very familiar with."
He quickly opened his mobile phone and found a very important photo he had taken before.
Sure enough, the rust color of the main body of this bronze is almost the same as the appearance of the bronze gui he saw in the Tianguang Ruins in Yangcheng.
At least it can be confirmed that the pit where it was unearthed is in the northern part of Guangdong Province, close to Hunan Province.
At the same time, the information of the item slowly emerged.
A bronze 卣, there are actually two pieces of item information on it.
The main body was produced in 977 BC;
The lid was produced in 2023.
Why add a new lid to a good old thing?
Zhang Yang was full of doubts.
If it is just to sell it at a high price, people will still buy it without the lid. This is an old precedent in the previous bronze transactions.
On the contrary, once it is discovered that the lid is a replica, the entire artifact will be considered a fake, which is not worth the loss.
Unless the seller wants to cover up something!
Zhang Yang thought about it and quickly called Zeng Gong of the Yangcheng Museum.
This is the good thing about having more foreign aid. Five minutes later, he has a plan in mind.
"Mr. Chen, are you interested in taking this bronze jar back for free?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows at Chen Yanguang.
"Really?" Chen Yanguang glanced at the price, 250,000 euros, and he instantly became excited.
"Maybe more than that, if I'm lucky, I can take several pieces for free." Zhang Yang's smile was a little evil.
"But you have to make some noise first, so that I can see the boss of this store."
"Isn't it easy? Watch my show!"
Chen Yanguang cleared his throat and suddenly said loudly:
"What? You said this thing is fake?"
"Oh my god, fake goods are sold for 250,000!"
"..."
Although Chen Yanguang's performance was a bit exaggerated, and many people present probably didn't understand Chinese, he still quickly became the focus of all the staff and customers.
"This Chinese tourist, do you understand the rules of antique shops?"
A Japanese man who knows Chinese in the store stood up and persuaded:
"If you think it's fake, just don't buy it. What if others think it's real?"
Chen Yanguang didn't want to pay attention to this person, but when he found that the clerk didn't mean to come up to him, he immediately changed his contemptuous expression and asked in a yin and yang tone:
"You mean, this thing might be real?"
"Yeah." The other party responded.
"You dare to yeah! Do you know who the handsome guy next to me is?"
"He is a treasure appraisal expert recognized by the Chinese Cultural Relics Bureau, the youngest museum director in the country, the recognized treasure appraisal area of the Douyin platform, and has countless male and female fans..."
"Do you think his vision is good, or yours is bad?"
Zhang Yang stood where Chen Yanguang pointed, and suddenly figured out what Chen Yanguang meant by "selling you".
To be precise, he sold everything, and he instantly became the focus of the audience.
"It's his vision that's good... No, it's my fault... It doesn't seem right either."
"Your level, tsk tsk!"
When Chen Yanguang said this, he looked so arrogant, as if Zhang Yang was not the deputy director of the Hailin Museum, but the president of the Earth.
But this didn't seem to be a bad thing, because the employees of the antique shop really thought Zhang Yang was some big shot.
The clerk greeted him with a smile.
With Boss Gong as an interpreter, Zhang Yang quickly made his purpose clear.
"Your item is suspected to be a cultural relic illegally exported from my country after a tomb in the Western Zhou Dynasty was looted in January this year."
"You are selling stolen goods for criminals."
"Now I hope you will quickly remove the goods."
"Soon our embassy in Japan will contact you and return the lost cultural relics to my country in accordance with international conventions!"
When saying this, Zhang Yang kept silent about who he was and put the hat on the other party first.
The male clerk was so frightened that he could only say:
"Hai!"
"Alright, go call your boss." Zhang Yang waved his hand impatiently.
Many people at the scene heard what Zhang Yang and Boss Gong said, and the crowd was talking about it.
Some people walked to the bronze jar, observed it carefully, and discussed it with the people around them;
Some people asked Miyuki about Zhang Yang's background directly;
There were even righteous Japanese people who chose to stand behind Zhang Yang and his group to show their support.
Soon, the owner of the antique shop came out. He was a middle-aged man wearing thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses.
As soon as he came up, he carried forward the "bowing spirit" of Neon, bowed to apologize to everyone present, and said "Private Marseille".
Zhang Yang didn't understand what the boss said later.
Boss Gong also forgot to explain, and even applauded like the audience.
When the other party came up, he remembered to tell Zhang Yang:
"This is Mr. Tokugawa Daisuke, the owner of the antique shop. He said he would definitely help you to investigate the matter clearly."
The development of the matter was similar to what Boss Gong said.
After Tokugawa Daisuke came up, he bowed once to express his apology;
Then bowed twice to express his gratitude;
The last bow was three times, welcoming Zhang Yang and his party to the reception room to sit down and have a good chat.
"How can you be so polite in your daily life?"
Chen Yanguang muttered on the way to the reception room.
"It's not good for others to be polite. Maybe we don't have to bother the embassy." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
At this time, Mixue, who was walking behind Zhang Yang, suddenly pulled his sleeve.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang turned his head in confusion.
I saw Mixue frowning and whispered to him:
"Mr. Zhang, I think you should contact the Chinese Embassy in Japan first."
Is there something wrong with this Tokugawa Daisuke?
Zhang Yang subconsciously glanced behind him and found that the door of the way he came in was closed.
Good guy, robbing robbing robbing?
Chen Yanguang happened to look back at this time and saw Mixue's expression.
"What happened to your kidney?"
"Is your life in danger?" Zhang Yang ignored Chen Yanguang and asked Mixue in a low voice.
The latter shook her head, which made him feel relieved.
Yes, after all, he and his group walked in under the watchful eyes of the public.
Zhang Yang supported Chen Yanguang's shoulders and asked him to turn around. While keeping up with Tokugawa Daisuke's pace, he whispered in his ear:
"Brother Guang, call the embassy for help."
"Call directly?"
"No, call secretly. Hurry up and hold your stomach and scream!"
Chen Yanguang understood, and immediately bent over, holding his stomach and screaming.
"What happened to Boss Chen?" Gong Yonghao came up to support Chen Yanguang.
"He's about to ejaculate, find a toilet quickly." Zhang Yang explained.
Half a minute later, in the bathroom.
Chen Yanguang called the embassy in Japan:
"Help, my name is Chen Yanguang, I'm a famous rich second generation in Linhai, my father is a billionaire."
"I'm in Hongfa City, Kyoto, and I'm being held hostage by a group of criminals from a transnational criminal group!"