Chapter 203 Yuan Qinghua Who Works Hard

"What's the value of these things?"

"Five hundred, plus a certificate." Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows at Baoyou and said clearly: "Perhaps you can also consider visiting the Hailin Museum."

"Then of course I choose you, teacher." Baoyou replied without hesitation.

"But I have a request."

"You said, as long as it's not too outrageous, I should be satisfied."

For example, Gong Yonghao, who "borrowed" a bronze sword before, proposed that he hope to add his place of origin in the information column of the borrower.

It is said that it will make the folks in my hometown look good.

Of course Zhang Yang agreed to such an innocuous request.

"I would like to ask the teacher to help me find related ancient books about Qi Men Dun Jia."

Baoyou should still be thinking about the so-called inheritance of Zhang Tianshi.

Coincidentally, there are actually related ancient books in the Hailin Museum.

They were all recovered from the countryside by Master Wang and others.

Because of the special nature of the museum, things are well preserved.

"You still need to find this kind of book? You can come directly to the museum to borrow it."

Zhang Yang waved his hand and agreed directly.

"Great, then I have one more request." Baoyou was a little pushy.

besides?

Zhang Yang glanced at the six silver needles on the table. They were in really good condition. If they were matched with museum lights, the effect would definitely be even better.

Together with scissors, this set of ancient medical instruments can be put together into a small display cabinet.

For the sake of the baby, Zhang Yang asked Baoyou to finish the request at once.

"Teacher, can you teach me how to divide gold and fix acupuncture points?"

Baoyou pinched his fingers awkwardly and asked expectantly.

【Taking a disciple! 】

[My level 20 fan card, I also want to learn it]

[Can I learn by donating things? Then I actually have antiques at home]

[Tomb robbing - donate the cultural relics in the tomb to the museum - find the anchor to learn more advanced tomb robbing techniques - continue tomb robbing]

[I would like to call it Zhang’s cycle]

"Brothers, are you a little restless?"

"You don't think you can run away after learning the skills in the live broadcast room, right?"

"Especially you." Zhang Yang pointed to Baoyou on the other side of the camera: "When you asked this question, you were already paying attention."

"I'll take a look at your IP from now on. Yuxi, right? There's a tomb robbery in Yuxi, and you're definitely within the investigation scope."

"I'm not afraid." Baoyou defended confidently: "I just want to be a self-media person who visits graves in the wilderness."

"There are many teams doing this now, and there are no legal risks."

"Visiting graves in the wilderness? That's a good reason!" Zhang Yang nodded in agreement.

Cheng Laoer and Mao Shiqi will go out on business in the future, and they have already found a reason.

You can even make some extra money by shooting videos.

"I'm talking about the kind that only detects but doesn't steal." Baoyou explained hurriedly.

"Don't worry, I understand." Zhang Yang showed an ambiguous smile.

"In our jargon, people who do the kind of work you mentioned are called bosses. People like this really don't need to use their hands."

"I'm not in your line of work. I'm stupid and can't explain clearly. Teacher, you can make fun sounds and search for thieves, and you'll know."

Seeing Baoyou's serious look, Zhang Yang took the advice and took out his cell phone to search.

He is really a blogger who specializes in tomb-visiting videos.

But there has been no update for more than a month.

Clicking on the comment section of the latest issue he posted, someone posted a photo of a middle-aged man wearing a yellow vest.

The face is also thoughtfully decorated with mosaics.

"Friend Bao, do you think this person has fallen into a trap?"

Zhang Yang laughed as he spoke.

"You are really good at finding examples."

"Ah?" Baoyou asked Zhang Yang, "Has he been arrested?"

"Who knows?" Zhang Yang said with a smile: "Writing a tomb robbing novel is risky now, and you still make a video."

"Let's do this. I see that you are quite a decent person. I will teach you a few tricks to make sure you remember it."

"Are you teaching me in the live broadcast?" Baoyou couldn't believe it: "Isn't everyone already aware of this?"

"Do you still want to eat alone?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile: "Aren't you afraid of being bombarded with private messages?"

"Besides, the formula is just to facilitate your memory. The inner knowledge can be found online. We just summarized it."

What Zhang Yang said is the truth. It's already 2023. In this era when shovels can be purchased online in Luoyang, there is no secret to tomb robbing.

There is a lot of ancient tomb information on the Internet, as well as folk archaeological examples, for everyone to analyze and learn from.

Even in the criminal law, what behaviors are the most harmful are marked out for everyone.

In reality, as early as more than ten years ago, someone taught himself tomb robbing skills through the Internet, became a "gold-finding captain", and ended up serving ten years in prison.

"Okay, then teacher, tell me!"

Baoyou felt that what Zhang Yang said made sense, so he took out paper and pen, or a pencil with an eraser on the butt.

It was probably his child's stationery that he picked up.

"Ahem~" Zhang Yang cleared his throat.

"Tang tombs are sweet, Song tombs are astringent, the lime from the Ming and Qing dynasties is too pungent, the ancient tombs from the Shang and Zhou dynasties have a fishy smell, and the cinnabar smell from the Qin and Han dynasties is too strong. In the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, you don't need to smell it. There is green paste mud in the soil."

"The Qin Dynasty buried ridges, the Han Dynasty tomb slopes, the Shang and Zhou Dynasties were buried on both sides of the river, the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period were buried on the top of the mountain, the Qin and Han tombs were buried on the mountain, the Eastern Han and Southern Dynasties were buried on the mountainside, and the Sui, Tang and Song Dynasties were buried on the slope."

"Remember?"

Baoyou didn't reply to Zhang Yang's words, he was writing furiously.

In fact, whenever he looks up at his phone, he will find that someone who knows shorthand in the barrage has already posted the formula on the public screen.

[Okay, now I’m also in charge]

[Why does it feel incomplete? What’s next?]

[There must be something hidden, this is like a section intercepted at the waist]

[Can the anchor explain what it means?]

"Do you need to explain this? It's all vernacular."

"The meaning of the first sentence is that if you take a bite of the soil dug out from the outside of the tomb, you can judge the year of the tomb based on the taste."

"The second sentence is even simpler. Ancient tombs from different dynasties are located in different locations."

The audience in the live broadcast room quickly began to discuss the formula.

Zhang Yang saw that this precious friend didn't know how long he was going to write. After saying hello, he went to the next person.

…

"Teacher, your formula is just two sentences? Something is wrong."

The new Baoyou is a young man, and he was obviously watching the live broadcast just now.

Zhang Yang crossed his arms and said with a smile:

"I've passed on all the formulas to you. What if you really go dig Qin Shihuang's tomb?"

"Don't I know that some of you dare to go to the antique market to pick up treasures after watching a treasure appraisal live broadcast...I'll shovel Luoyang for you, why don't you give Wu Zetian's Qianling to Huo Huo?"

"I think the teacher is right." Baoyou said with great agreement, "Because my father is like this."

"ah?"

Zhang Yang didn't expect this turn of events at all.

"Your Majesty, are you also watching my live broadcast?"

"Yes, he often watches your live broadcast and never misses it."

"After reading it, I felt that I understood it, so I went to buy antiques, and ended up being defrauded of hundreds of thousands." Baoyou said sadly.

Zhang Yang felt that his words were suspected of blaming others.

Is it possible that your father is watching Mr. Catfish’s live broadcast?

But before he could speak, another old man's voice came from the other end of the video:

"I wasn't deceived, it's just you who doesn't know the goods."

From the tone of voice, it sounds like the elders are lecturing the younger ones.

Baoyou was very angry and showed the picture directly to his father.

He pointed to the red-glazed gourd bottle held in the old man's arms and said:

"He bought it for three thousand yuan and said he could sell it for more than one million yuan."

"Teacher, we are dissatisfied with him, please help him."

Zhang Yang was probably annoyed to death by the way Baoyou spoke.

Take another look at the thing in the uncle’s arms. Why does it look like something from a street stall?

"Uncle, please show me, is this gourd bottle of any quality?"

Zhang Yang plans to help identify it.

As for convincing Baoyou's father, he didn't dare to make wishful thinking.

"Yes, this is from the Jiajing period of the Ming Dynasty." The uncle replied, pointing to the six-character regular script inscription on the bottom of the bottle.

A fake look.

Zhang Yang asked rhetorically:

"Do you know how much a gourd vase from the Jiajing official kiln would be worth if it were genuine?"

"I see, teacher, you have appraised one before. If it is true, it is worth at least 800,000."

The old man's words proved that he had actually watched Zhang Yang's live broadcast.

My sixty or seventy year old friend, this liar has done evil!

When Zhang Yang asked about the source of the things, the uncle said they were "obtained at auction."

After being introduced by a local antique dealer in their area, the uncle joined an antique appreciation group. Friends in the group introduced him and he participated in many auctions.

"You paid three thousand yuan to take this thing, and everyone in the group said it was real?"

Zhang Yang suspected that in that group, except for the uncle himself, everyone else was the trumpet of the group leader.

This method is very common in traditional stock trading scam groups, but this is the first time I have heard of it.

"Some of them said it was a Qing Dynasty imitation...the group owner said it was genuine, but in poor condition, and was only willing to pay 100,000."

"One hundred thousand, then sell it to him!" Zhang Yang was a little worried for Baoyou: "I bought it for three thousand, and I made 97,000. What else do I need for a bicycle?"

Unexpectedly, the uncle shook his head very firmly:

"It could have been sold for 800,000, but I sold it for 100,000. Didn't I lose 700,000?"

"Master Zhang, what kind of family do you have? Seven hundred thousand is not money?"

[Hahahaha, that makes sense]

[Every penny less is a loss, there is nothing wrong with it]

[The uncle has the potential to be a boss and will not lower prices]

[Probably brainwashed]

"This..." Zhang Yang was speechless for a while.

He kind of understood why the uncle's family couldn't convince him.

Baoyou cut in at the right time and complained:

"Teacher, he is like this now, trapped in a logic loop."

"He used to force me to send things to auction companies. I didn't understand at that time. If I did, other collectors blocked me in the toilet and called me a national treasure gang."

"You are quite filial." Zhang Yang comforted Baoyou with a smile.

"That treasure appraisal group, after the live broadcast is over, you can send me a private message and get our staff involved."

"There should be a chance to solve this problem."

Zhang Yang thought for a while, the police should take care of this kind of targeted fraud targeting the elderly.

If it doesn't work, let Captain Sun and others come to persuade the uncle.

"Is there anything else? I'll show you through it all at once."

"Even if you can't finish them all! There are still many more. He spent hundreds of thousands on the auction."

Zhang Yang did a mental calculation and found out that if he bought three thousand pieces, half a million pieces, that would be more than one hundred and sixty pieces.

There are so many, it’s really too much to read through.

However, Baoyou made a new request. He wanted Zhang Yang to identify two more representative things.

One is a red-glazed Guanyin bottle, and the other is a blue and white porcelain yurt.

Without the help of golden fingers, Zhang Yang could tell that they were all handicrafts.

But the uncle’s photos of these two things are all based on evidence.

The Guanyin bottle comes with a certificate issued by a company called Guhuatong - [Quantum Identification Certificate].

"This is a high-tech identification."

The uncle also explained to Zhang Yang thoughtfully, for fear that he would not understand:

"Teacher, the thermoluminescence you mentioned before is already outdated and expensive."

"Now using quantum identification technology, it only costs 300 yuan to determine the age of something."

"Three hundred? Wasn't it two thousand before?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise: "Now the people who do quantum identification are doing this?"

As an anchor who is often baptized by the National Treasure Gang, how can he not understand things like quantum identification?

The principle is nothing more than "submillimeter waves hitting cultural relics will reflect back standard waves with year information."

The most outrageous thing is to take two sticks, put them in a porcelain bowl, and use "quantum entanglement" to identify the year.

Anyway, experts from the Institute of High Energy Physics of the Chinese Academy of Sciences cannot understand the principles of the person who invented the identification instrument.

"It used to be two thousand. Now that domestic technology has developed, it has broken through the technological blockade of the beautiful country... so the price has been reduced." The uncle answered Zhang Yang's question seriously.

Both those who understood and those who didn't understood fell silent.

"Uncle, this thing of yours is going to be auctioned, right?" Zhang Yang tried to explain and popularize the knowledge.

This is the first time that quantum identification has appeared in my live broadcast room. If I don’t explain it clearly, someone might actually be led into a ditch.

"Yeah." The uncle nodded.

"Now the auction houses only recognize carbon 14 and thermoluminescence. Carbon 14 is used to test pottery, and thermoluminescence is used to test porcelain. No one recognizes your certificate now."

"What happens next?" The uncle is very good at getting to the point of the question.

"There should be no future." Zhang Yang looked at the appraisal certificate and said, "The company that stamped your certificate has been blamed by the Yanjing police."

Of course no one will recognize a certificate issued by a company that no longer exists.

"Good catch! Hahaha." Baoyou clapped his hands and laughed.

[Laughing too much, this is your biological father]

[Check Baoyou’s mental state]

[How happy you are now when you smile, how uncomfortable you were before]

"Teacher, there is also a certificate."

"The blue and white porcelain one?"

Zhang Yang looked at the yurt-shaped blue and white porcelain.

The shape of the container is half of a winter melon, with a small door at the bottom, just like a real yurt.

This thing is a typical job done by a national treasure.

Maybe it’s because the Chinese people are being bullied that there are not many people traveling to Damao. One day, a public account suddenly started posting on the Internet:

“In the Hermitage Museum, there is a Yuan blue and white piece in the shape of a yurt…”

Then, yurt Yuanqinghua began to flow into the market.

When ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, they think that the Yuan Dynasty was founded by nomadic people. The Yuan blue and white flowers have the shape of a yurt, which is very reasonable and logical.

After searching online, wow, so many articles have introduced it.

No need to think about it, it must be the same model in the museum. The pearl was covered in dust and I missed it.

Then he was defrauded of money.

But this one is a little different.

Because the thing comes with a certificate with a bright red cover, and the cover says [Forbidden City Museum - Appraisal Certificate].

After opening it, there are photos of the artifacts on one side and the handwritten opinions and signatures of the appraisal experts on the other.

"Uncle, let me help you identify this yurt first."

"The shape of this thing is fictitious. There is no such collection in the Hermitage. The information on the Internet is fake news, and it is from Baijia.com articles published in the last two or three years, and there are no earlier ones."

"Secondly, the color is wrong. The Sumali green material is high in iron and low in manganese, so there must be rust-like precipitation on the surface of the Yuan blue and white. There are no similar traces on your item at all."

"Finally, the patterns on it are so complicated that they look like a zoo. The forger didn't know what to draw, so he just drew them randomly."

After Zhang Yang gave the appraisal opinion in an expert way, he then asked:

"I would like to ask who issued this fake certificate to you?"

The uncle said that the certificate comes with the auction items.

The case is complete.

Antique shop owner, group friends, auction agency, the middle game of the antique bureau.

"Don't be discouraged, my dear friend, you may be able to get the money back." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

This kind of thing must be of great interest to the experts from the Palace Museum in Master Wang's group.

As for the other things I shot, there are too many flaws.

Zhang Yang’s suggestion to Baoyou is that in the future, when his father watches his live broadcast, Baoyou will also watch it together.

This way at least you will know what to say when calling the police.

…

After finishing the three-hour treasure appraisal task, while taking off her makeup, Sister Gao placed Brother Zhuo's letter of challenge in front of Zhang Yang.

"Boss, this is a gauntlet issued by a gangster. See if you should call the police."

"Underworld?"

Zhang Yang looked at the words "personally issued by Master Zhang" on the envelope and was a little confused.

Could it be that he is seeking revenge on the leader's backstage?

But after he read the content of the challenge, he immediately laughed.

It turns out that it was someone from the porcelain circle who came to cause trouble for him.

Brother Zhuo is the antique dealer who sold the pastel figure plate with added color.

In his letter, he stated that he had been in the reflow porcelain business for thirty years and there was absolutely no possibility of being mistaken.

Now that he has been "spoiled", Zhang Yang needs to give him an explanation.

Zhang Yang did the math and found that it was thirty years ago, in 1993.

At that time, the Hailin Museum was still a "small workshop", Yuan blue and white flowers were still cheap, and people would melt Yuan Datou and make bracelets...

And this Brother Zhuo had already begun to throw away the reflowed porcelain that was worth a few dollars at the time.

It’s so worthless, no wonder thirty years later, it’s still deceiving people with fake products.

However, so many years of experience are still useful in other ways. For example, this time, he directly summoned ten experts to "sit and discuss" with Zhang Yang.

"Will there be a fight at the scene?"

Hearing that there was melon to eat, Xu Jie and Xiao Tang came over after hearing the news.

"Is there a possibility that I can't fight ten of them?"

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes at Xu Jie who asked the question and handed the letter of challenge to Sister Gao:

"Hero among women, will you take a trip for me tomorrow?"

"Me?" Sister Gao pointed to herself in disbelief: "Am I worthy?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's worthy or not, just go through the motions."

"This activity looks boring at first glance. I have more important things to do tomorrow afternoon."

Tomorrow afternoon, Zhang Yang will remotely accompany Chen Yanguang in Yanjing to take the blue and white Ruyi Moon Holding Vase to experts from the National Museum and the Cultural Relics Department for appraisal.

If he is not here, the top brother on the list is very weak.

Hearing that Zhang Yang's matter was related to a national treasure, Sister Gao's words of rejection came to her lips and she swallowed them back.

"How about me, Xiao Tang, and the Second Dimension, the three of us go together?" Sister Gao suggested.

"Isn't that..." Xu Jie wanted to say "skip work", but Sister Gao glared back.

"That's okay, multiple people will take care of each other." Zhang Yang nodded: "Tomorrow's live broadcast will be moved to the evening."

"Ah?" The remaining three people showed bitter faces at the same time.

Night means working overtime...

However, as a boss, Zhang Yang still has this prestige.

After he promised to take everyone out for a seafood barbecue, the matter was settled.

To be on the safe side, Zhang Yang discussed the enemy strategy with the three of them.

…

The next day, at two o'clock in the afternoon.

When Sister Gao and his party wandered to Linhai Hotel, there were already crowds of onlookers standing outside the hotel's multi-functional conference room.

Most of them are relatives and friends gathered by Sister Gao in the fan group.

Wherever the four-person team went, the crowds automatically avoided them, which was very impressive.

In the conference room, colorful mobile phone stands have been set up, and people on various platforms will broadcast the "seminar" live.

After sitting down, Sister Gao first introduced the people on her side:

"Portrait identification expert—Ms. Gao;"

"Overseas cultural appraisal expert——Mr. Xu;"

"Expert of female luxury goods appraisal—Ms. Tang;"

"Porcelain appraisal expert—Ms. Tao."

Everyone else present looked at Tao Chang. As agreed in the morning, Master Zhang had given her full authority to attend the meeting.

As long as you convince her, it is equivalent to convincing Master Zhang.

Tao Chang smiled politely at everyone and said nothing.

Because it was discussed before she came, she didn’t have to say a word, she just came to be a mascot.

"Everyone is here, let's start the seminar now." Brother Zhuo said, clearing his throat.

He changed into a suit and was the host of this meeting.

"Let me introduce the situation to you first..."

"Now, I would like to invite Master Zhang's representative to speak."

After Brother Zhuo finished speaking, he motioned for Tao Chang to speak.

The latter still only gave him a polite smile.

"Why does Miss Tao look like a robot today?"

Brother Zhuo murmured in his heart.

Then, he saw Sister Gao slightly raising her hand.

Now I am even more confused:

"Ah? Why is this administrative staff with no martial ethics speaking?"

Sister Gao doesn't care about other people's opinions. When she was cracking down on fakes in the scenic spot, there were many more people watching than here.

She cleared her throat and said:

"No need to go through the motions, let's just vote by a show of hands."

"If you think the thing on the screen is genuine and the color on it is original, please raise your hand!"

After a quick glance, the ten experts invited by Brother Zhuo, including himself, all raised their hands confidently.

"That's easy." Sister Gao said with a relaxed look: "We raise doubts here, and you explain."

"If you can explain it all, then you are right."

"No problem." Brother Zhuo nodded confidently.

"Then I'll speak first."

Sister Gao confidently walked to the display screen and pointed at the enlarged photo of the porcelain plate for analysis:

"Please take a look at the lady's hand on the left. There are no details, just four lines. Why does it look like Ran Yuanyuan's painting?"

"You may not know Ran Yuanyuan, but she is my next-door neighbor's child who is still in kindergarten."

"Hahahaha~" The audience burst into laughter.

Brother Zhuo's face darkened.