Chapter 169 Are You Panicking? Master Zhang

Linhai City, Chentang Village.

A Wuling Hongguang van stopped at the entrance of the village.

The tomb robber Lao Si walked in front, followed by Xiang Baotou and two other team members.

Everyone wore a red safety helmet on their heads.

Occasionally, a villager passed by and asked them what they were doing. They pointed to the logo on their hats and said:

"We are experts in designing power transmission lines in the province. There is a high-voltage line that will pass through your side. Come and have a field investigation."

Such an explanation is quite convincing.

So even if they stood next to the Zhang family's ancestral tomb from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, pointing at the surrounding terrain and marking the ground, no one would be suspicious.

The villagers just came to remind them that there were too many descendants of this ancestral tomb, and hoped that their wires could be as far away as possible.

Xiang Baotou and his men used this method to determine the locations of three Zhang tombs from the Ming and Qing Dynasties within one day, as well as the subsequent construction plan.

After work, Lao Si opened Douyin as usual and watched short videos while eating.

While eating, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.

"Boss, I found a very serious problem. This Master Zhang, he doesn't live broadcast at night!"

No matter how rampant the tomb robbers are, they work at night.

This is especially true for Xiang Baotou's team that emphasizes safety.

"It's okay, let's go to his live broadcast room to give a preview." Xiang Baotou had already thought of a countermeasure: "Remember to use a small account to connect to the microphone, use an overseas IP to bypass the firewall, and resolve the battle within fifteen seconds."

"Safety first."

The next afternoon, Zhang Yang was live streaming normally, and connected to a small account that had just been registered.

The other party did not show his face, but showed a Luoyang shovel in the camera.

"My dear, why does the soil on your Luoyang shovel look like it was just dug out not long ago?"

"Stop it, A-Zu, the live broadcast room is full of Jackie Chan."

[If you don't have a Luoyang shovel now, you're embarrassed to say you're a fan of Master Zhang]

[The soil on this Luoyang shovel is wrong, why is it not layered]

[If it is layered, then you really shoveled into a tomb]

"How can a newly explored tomb not be new soil?" replied the eleventh old man in the gang.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang naturally thought that it was my dear who was making fun of it.

Before he could respond, the other party suddenly spoke a long string of words like a Gatling gun, and then directly hung up the microphone.

"Master Zhang, we know you have a strong backstage and are very strong, but don't be tough yet."

"Tonight at 8 o'clock, if you have the guts, you can start the broadcast, and I'll let you see what a real tomb robber is."

"If you don't dare to start the broadcast, forget it, you'll regret it in the end."

The other party's words felt like a primary school student's fight, and Zhang Yang thought he could just laugh it off.

But the audience disagreed.

They insisted that he start the show in the evening and connect to the microphone to see if it was really a tomb robbery.

It was Chinese Valentine's Day in the evening. For singles, they were free anyway, so how could they not watch it?

"Okay, brothers, let's spend the holiday together in the evening."

Zhang Yang agreed and started the show on time in the evening.

It started at 7:50, and after chatting with the barrage for ten minutes, the tomb robbers arrived as promised.

"Turn on the light, brother!"

The other party's video screen was pitch black, and only someone's breathing could be heard.

"Don't worry, come on, give me some light."

Soon, under the dim light, a gray-white tombstone appeared in front of everyone.

It read: [The Tomb of Zhang Taigong, the Minister of the Qing Dynasty]

"Oh my god, are you really robbing a tomb?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the barrage, wondering if the Internet police were there, someone was really here.

"Are you panicking, Master Zhang?" A sneer came from the other end of the video: "Is this your ancestral tomb?"

"It's the tomb of the Minister, there are probably a lot of good things in it, hehe."

Hearing the other party's smug laughter, Zhang Yang was a little confused.

He pretended to be very angry and said: "How dare you dig up other people's ancestral tombs in front of tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room?"

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"You can't imagine it, you report tomb robbers every day, one day, your own ancestral tomb will be dug up by us."

"Hahahaha."

After the rampant laughter, the tomb robber took the initiative to disconnect the microphone.

[It can't be Master Zhang's ancestral tomb]

[I didn't expect that the master's ancestor was so rich and was a minister]

[It's better to dig it yourself, this is a bargain for the tomb robber]

[Teacher, don't get angry, let's call the police first]

Call the police?

Zhang Yang also wanted to call the police, but what would he say?

This is not his ancestral tomb. China is so big, where can he find it without relying on network positioning.

Also, the other party's behavior looks like revenge on him.

Zhang Yang was still wondering when another microphone request popped up.

A two-level account with an unknown IP, the same as the previous one.

After the call was connected this time, the other party had already turned on the light.

"Are you trying to track the network? Sorry, I can't do it~" the tomb robber said sarcastically.

"See this copper furnace? You use this to burn incense to your ancestors, right? I'll kick it!"

The tomb robber did what he said, stretched out his foot and kicked the incense burner hard, but only heard a scream!

"Ah!"

"Why is this incense burner welded to the ground!"

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. This kind of person is hopeless.

"Just to remind you, this is really not my ancestral tomb."

"And [Ci Shilang] is an official position donated to the dead, written on the tombstone to look better, not a real Shilang."

"You want to deceive us now, it's too late!" The tomb robber gritted his teeth and said: "Wait, ten minutes later, I'll show you your ancestors' burial objects."

"You can help estimate the price and see how much it can be sold for."

After saying this, the microphone was disconnected again.

This time, the non-staff members in the live broadcast room couldn't hold it anymore.

Captain Liu of the Public Security Bureau called directly:

"Can't you chat with them for a while? Captain Sun and his team can't locate so quickly!"

"I want to, but their anti-reconnaissance awareness is really strong."

Zhang Yang was helpless. Although he was fearless, it was a bit unreasonable not to go in when the other party was so arrogant.

"Then tell us where your ancestral tomb is, and we'll send someone to wait for it."

Captain Liu came up with a solution that was not a solution. He could also see that this group of tomb robbers came for Zhang Yang.

It is very likely that it was the previously mentioned Xiang Baotou.

"I don't have any ancestral tomb."

"That's bad." Captain Liu's tone became heavy: "Other families with the surname Zhang in our city are going to be in trouble."

"How about I tell them that my real name is Liu?" Zhang Yang thought more and more that it was possible: "It's normal for the anchor's real name and stage name to not match. Maybe this way can confuse them."

"This method is too dangerous for me."

Captain Liu didn't want to take risks. He still hoped that Zhang Yang could delay time.

He would contact the Cultural Relics Bureau later. Ancient tombs with tombstones like this should be recorded.

"How to delay time?"

Before Zhang Yang could think it through, the tomb robber's microphone came again:

"Come on, Master Zhang, take a look at what your ancestors were buried with."

The other party took out a blue and white wine pot, the same as those used in ancient restaurants.

Zhang Yang ignored him and asked:

"Does your foot still hurt?"

"I asked you to look at something!"

"I just want to know, does your foot still hurt?"

"No, look at something first."

"Okay, don't kick the incense burner like this next time. Even if you don't hurt yourself, it's not good to kick it out and break the flowers and plants!"

Zhang Yang was stuck on the edge of the other party's rampage and didn't continue to talk.

He glanced at the wine pot casually, his eyes widened immediately, and he covered his mouth and said in surprise:

"My dear, isn't this Yuan blue and white porcelain?"

I wish you all a happy holiday!