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When he saw the first old general jar, Zhang Yang only felt funny.

How can I give such a low-quality imitation as a gift? I even made up a "pine age" model.

It would be better to write "Kangxi Year of the Qing Dynasty" at the bottom. At least it will look more grand, and maybe it can deceive the National Treasure Gang.

But when he saw this second piece, a fine pastel from the 40th year of Kangxi's reign, with a six-character regular script inscription underneath, he began to feel a little strange.

A low-grade imitation and a high-quality ancient porcelain with a large door. What a unique combination.

"Friend Bao, are these two things given to you by the same friend?"

"It was given by the same person. Is there any problem?" Baoyou asked doubtfully.

"There's just a little bit of a problem."

"Sending these two things together is equivalent to me picking up a random pebble by the river, adding an authentic piece of Hetian jade seed material, and wrapping it together for you."

"Teacher, do you mean that this thing... is real?"

Baoyou looked at the porcelain plate in his hand and was speechless for a moment.

When he took the plate just now, with such casual energy, no one would be surprised if he threw the thing directly into the trash can the next second.

"Yes, this is a genuine Kangxi pastel, worth about six W."

Zhang Yang looked at the condition of the things and gave a reference price for the auction.

"Teacher, did you see it wrong? Isn't this thing wrong?"

Zhang Yang is often questioned, but this is the first time that he has been questioned after being authenticated.

And the other party is still there to analyze:

"The color of this pastel is not very bright, it looks a bit like modern chemical paints. And the painting skills are also very average, careless, without any delicacy of traditional Chinese painting."

"Friend Bao, your analysis is correct. These two points are the typical characteristics of Kangxi pastels." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"This one has Tuqin, could it come from the tomb?" Baoyou turned around and asked.

"If you often watch my live broadcasts, you should have the answer in your mind."

After saying this, Zhang Yang suddenly heard the sound of the other party taking a sharp breath.

It's like there's a lack of oxygen.

[Would this guy have collected his things already?]

[It seems so, I feel like he is under a lot of pressure]

[Is this considered bribery?]

[I originally wanted to see him lose money, but I didn’t expect to see him go to jail. I’m so happy for nothing]

When Baoyou spoke again, his tone was a little lower. The joy he had when playing with the enamel cup was gone:

"Teacher, please help me look at this again."

besides? What a gift!

Zhang Yang looked intently.

"This is a large-open Qianlong five-color lidded jar. It is in good condition and is generally worth about 50,000 yuan."

"Is this true?" Baoyou's tone sounded like he had seen Wei in broad daylight.

"Why do I see that this person's face is painted a little strangely? Teacher, look, the faces of these three people are all painted... and the color is like a large cotton-padded jacket from the Northeast..." Baoyou became more and more anxious as he talked. .

"Don't copy modern people's aesthetics to the aesthetics of the Qianlong period. This color would definitely be considered gaudy now, but Qianlong just liked it."

"Don't worry, I'm a professional. You can't go wrong with something with such a big door." Zhang Yang explained patiently.

His words destroyed the last trace of luck in Baoyou's heart.

Baoyou said feebly: "Teacher, there are two more jars like this. Please help me take a look."

"Here, show me what's underneath..." Zhang Yang pretended to appraise it.

"Friend Bao, these two pieces are also genuine. They are of the right age and the price is not low."

"That's it."

"Brother, what's wrong with you? What's the end?" Zhang Yang asked doubtfully.

[What else could it be, just taking a bribe]

[Yeah, let him get a cup and drink it]

【There are bad guys in the team】

"Teacher, let me ask one last question, is the reference price you gave me too high or too low?"

Baoyou seems a little unwilling to give up.

"It's on the high side. You can get a 20% discount on the normal market price."

"Twenty percent off? Then these three colorful jars add up to 120,000..."

Baoyou murmured to himself and began to calculate the price.

"Brother, are you calculating the value of the case? You are not calculating it right!"

"What's wrong?"

"These three colorful jars from Qianlong are a set. Look at the paintings on them. The children's faces all look exactly the same. This is not a coincidence. They painted them like this on purpose." Zhang Yang said very firmly.

Of course, his main basis for judgment is that these things were all produced in the same year.

The year is the same, the shape of the vessel is the same, and the painting style is the same. It is obviously from the same series.

"How much does it cost?" Baoyou asked tremblingly.

Zhang Yang held out four fingers to the camera.

"It's 40,000 more per person, or 40,000 per person together?"

"Four hundred thousand! If you add the three pieces together, you can sell them at this price with your eyes closed."

Baoyou immediately fell silent.

[It’s more than 200,000, which is a huge amount]

[Starting in three years]

[How dare you accept this person even if he doesn’t understand anything]

"Let me do the math for you." Zhang Yang pressed the calculator and showed the calculated total value in front of the camera: "The total is 440,000."

"Friend Bao, is this case value considered too much or too little?"

Whether the other party accepted bribes or not, Zhang Yang didn't think it had anything to do with him.

But for some reason, when he mentioned "case value" and "prison", he became very curious.

He almost asked this special treasure friend: "Brother, how many years do you think you will be sentenced?"

The policeman was silent for a while and replied quietly: "Too many."

"Teacher, actually this is not mine, it's a friend who asked me to identify it."

Good guy, another friend.

Zhang Yang was too lazy to continue asking and nodded: "Brother, just be happy. Although you are Pullman, there may be someone in our live broadcast room who can control Pullman."

"Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely tell my brother how serious this matter is..."

"Thank you……"

After hanging up the fight with Master Zhang, Ding Yong, who hadn't even had time to take off his uniform, collapsed on the chair.

These five items were bought from his boss yesterday for 3,000 yuan.

The leader told him with certainty that these were antique handicrafts produced by the Hedong Group, and warned him not to sell them as genuine, otherwise it would be considered a fraud.

He even gave him an invoice from an art store.

"Where are the fakes we promised? Where are the handicrafts we promised?"

"Where did these real things come from?" Ding Yong said in discomfort, covering his head.

He knew that he had either been tricked or used as a scapegoat.

"No, I have to explain the situation, otherwise it will be too late when someone comes to the door."

Just then, his phone rang.

When I saw the call reminder, I saw an unfamiliar number, but it also belonged to Jinmen.

Could it be that colleagues in the bureau changed their numbers?

Ding Yong answered the phone with doubts. The next second, the person on the phone said hello and made him stand up.

"Ding Yong, right? I'm the city bureau's disciplinary inspector..."