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[This person still dares to come? 】

[Didn’t it say that Tang Cai has been recovered?]

[Where are the Internet police? What are you waiting for? This is a real criminal]

Zhang Yang saw these indignant barrages and went to confirm the IP of Lianmaizhe again. It was indeed abroad.

The domestic Internet is not a lawless place, but this is not necessarily the case in Thailand.

But the other party is taking advantage of me and I can't bear it.

"Think of a way to fuck him?"

Zhang Yang's mind works very fast, even when he was taking the college entrance examination, he didn't think fast now.

There are two people opposite. Are they accomplices or buyers and sellers?

Zhang Yang prefers the relationship between buyer and seller. The "cultural relic thief" is the seller, and the treasure friend who first appraised the things is the buyer.

Because if they are accomplices, why is there any need for identification?

Zhang Yang looked at the message floating on the Buddha's head, with a contemptuous smile on his lips.

"Why are you laughing? Are you happy to see domestic cultural relics being lost overseas?"

The cultural relic thief originally wanted to give Zhang Yang eye drops, but when he saw him smiling, his tone suddenly became urgent and angry.

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. Wait until I finish talking to the treasure friend just now."

"Baoyou? Are you still there?"

"Yes, yes." The first male voice came from the other end of the video.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, I'm just a collector. My boss asked me to connect you, saying that you specialize in helping the police with appraisals."

Baoyou is very polite.

Zhang Yang didn't expect that he would be recognized by the criminal suspect. He couldn't laugh or cry, and waved his hand generously:

"I do often appraise items belonging to tomb robbers, and I have also seen items from more criminal cases. Although the items you just appraised have questionable origins, they are fine as long as they are not domestic cultural relics."

"Teacher, this Buddha statue is from China..." Baoyou said, pointing to the solemn Buddha head.

"Yeah, it's domestic, but the handicrafts don't matter." Zhang Yang said while drinking water.

Hearing Baoyou say that it was the suspect who asked for help, Zhang Yang immediately realized that he wanted to use his words as a basis for selling cultural relics.

I want to eat shit!

Zhang Yang decisively hinted to the other party that the things were fake.

【Crafts? Is this thing fake?]

[It’s really possible, even peach buttocks can be faked now]

[Co-author: Brothers were so nervous just now]

"You said this is a handicraft? I saw all this shit overnight."

"Oh...I understand, Master Zhang deliberately said that this thing of mine is fake, so that I can't sell it, right?" The treasure thief said with a sneer.

"I'm telling you, it's impossible. I'm already on the list of B-class wanted criminals and a nationally certified cultural relic thief. Do you understand the value of this title?"

"Tsk, I don't know." Zhang Yang shook his head contemptuously: "This thing of yours was carved by an elder in my family, wouldn't I know?"

"Friend Bao, he should have told you the origin of this thing, right?"

"Said it." Baoyou responded.

"Okay, I'll also tell you the origin of this thing."

Zhang Yang told a twists and turns and bizarre story based on the information about the items he saw, using his imagination and deception.

In the 1980s, a small southwestern county called Jiangxia County invited Zhang Erye, a master sculptor from the Zhang family, to carve some Buddha statues, make them old, and pretend to be newly discovered cultural relics for the county. To promote tourism there.

After listening to Zhang Yang's story, the treasure thief laughed loudly: "Make it up, keep making it up for me."

Zhang Yang ignored him and asked Baoyou: "Is the information I told you correct?"

"Yes, the place name is correct, so what?" the treasure thief answered eagerly.

"This can only mean that the police already know about me stealing the Buddha's head, so you, the anchor who helps the police to promote it, also know about it."

"This Buddha head has been appraised by provincial experts. It is from the Ming Dynasty and has been established as a municipal cultural relic protection unit. You, a little anchor, want to deny the appraisal results of provincial experts?"

"Yes, yes. One moment they say I'm a policeman, and the next moment they say I'm a young anchor."

"Friend Bao, have you really never doubted this person's mental state?" Zhang Yang pointed to his head.

[Hahaha, my husband is so cute]

[It is normal for wanted criminals who have fled abroad to have mental problems]

[If he had used mental illness as a shield earlier, he might not have been wanted]

[The elders in Master Zhang’s family are cheating, and all old fans know this]

[Absconding out of the country with fake goods overnight, it’s a bit dark humor]

"To be honest, when you say that, I think it's a little bit." Baoyou nodded and said, "He is wanted, and he is still so crazy."

"This is his personality." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"If it were really a municipal cultural relics protection unit, after he finished stealing, would he still want to go abroad?"

"My second master has already explained the situation to the higher-ups, tacitly saying it to the local government to save face."

"fart!"

"Boss Wu, don't worry, wait until I finish talking to Master Zhang."

"Boss, you don't really believe it, do you?"

"Wait for me and finish talking first."

When Baoyou said this, his tone was a bit serious and very useful. The treasure thief who was so crazy just now suddenly became quiet.

"Teacher Zhang, besides the location of the Buddha's head, do you have any other evidence?"

"You also know that if you find the right channel, you can easily sell this kind of thing for 100,000 dollars."

"No more." Zhang Yang said calmly: "There is nothing to analyze about handicrafts."

"Do you have any other treasures that need to be identified?"

"Yes." Baoyou replied quickly, and then moved the camera of his phone to focus on a middle-aged man.

The man has dark skin, a fleshy face, and a tiger tattooed on his neck. He looks like a social man at first glance.

Seeing the camera turned towards him, the man subconsciously wanted to hide, but Baoyou froze him in one sentence.

"Aren't you a Class B wanted criminal? There are photos of you online, why are you hiding?"

Zhang Yang squinted his eyes, glanced at the other party, shook his head and said:

"Friend Bao, I can't identify this thing!"

"Haha... No, I want to ask the teacher for help to see if he is a wanted criminal!"

"I can't tell. Just send him to the embassy and you'll find out. But sending such a person back would be a waste of the country's food."

"It makes sense." Baoyou suddenly realized: "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

"You're welcome." Zhang Yang nodded and waited for the other party to hang up.

Half a second after the camera moved away from the wanted criminal's face, someone suddenly shouted at the other end of the video: "Boss Ming, do you want to take advantage of others? I..."

Then, it stopped suddenly.

[Fuck, Sarilang]

[This wanted criminal has provoked a ruthless person]

[Master Zhang’s Appraisal of Treasures Abroad]

[Can anyone explain what the last man said just now?]

Zhang Yang thought to himself, I also want to know what it means.

Until half a month later, he saw a piece of news on his mobile phone:

"Shocked, another murder occurred in Thailand! Domestic Class B wanted criminal drowned in river, police suspect it was homicide"

The news included a picture of the body being fished out and dumped by the river.

Although the face was mosaic, Zhang Yang could see the tiger tattooed on the back of the man's neck at a glance.

That's it? It's not such a coincidence.

…

"Senior? Senior!"

Tang Qiyun's urgent call woke Zhang Yang out of shock, and he raised his head.

"We've arrived, it's time to get off the car."

"Oh, so fast!" Zhang Yang could already see the blue sea from the car window.

Between the road and the ocean, there is a green lawn. The lawn is full of flowers, balloons, and various romantic arrangements. This is Chen Yanguang's engagement scene.

"Wow, is this really just an engagement, not a wedding?"

As soon as they got off the car, Sister Gao and Xiao Tang held hands and eagerly stepped onto the lawn to admire the layout.

Xu Jie was more steady. He followed Zhang Yang and asked in a low voice:

"Boss, I forgot to ask before I came here. Do you want to pay a gift?"

"Why are you following me? Are you gay?"

Zhang Yang asked Xu Jie to come up and walk side by side.

Only then did he realize that Xu Jie's social trepidation seemed to be something other than a high-profile one. One word to describe his current behavior would be "a sinister look."

"Brother, if you walk like this, wait for the security guard to come over."

"Hold your head up, lift your chest, and tuck your belly in!"

Under Zhang Yang's command, a big red envelope slipped from Xu Jie's arms.

"Did you really bring gift money?"

"Yeah, this red envelope is a bit big, I'm afraid it will be wrinkled." Xu Jie said, and tucked the red envelope into his clothes.

"No gift money is accepted. We are the man's family and friends, and we are here to support him."

When Zhang Yang said this, he felt like laughing.

When the eldest brother on the list came to arrange seats, he realized that there were a few relatives and friends here.

In fact, the main reason is that he has few friends, and it is inconvenient for friends in the live broadcast circle to come to the scene. As a result, there are simply no two tables of people.

He asked Zhang Yang to bring all the employees from the studio, who at least knew him and had serious jobs.

"Boss, boss, is that the bride?"

Xiao Tang ran over excitedly and pointed the direction to Zhang Yang with his eyes.

"I heard from passers-by just now that her wedding dress was studded with 999 diamonds!"

Zhang Yang nodded, but his eyes fell on the people around the bride.

Cheng Laoer came back and had his hair cut into the same round-inch haircut as in prison.

This old man told Zhang Yang before that growing his hair long was his biggest wish when he went to prison for the second time.

Zhang Yang really wanted to interview him. How did he make up his mind this time?

Except for Cheng Shihui's parents, there were no other immediate family members of the woman present.

Chen Yanguang mentioned the absence of Boss Cheng, but he didn't expect that the head of the Cheng family, Mr. Cheng, was not here.

What Zhang Yang didn't know was that the Cheng family father and son he was following were being questioned separately by the police.

Police: "Cheng Deyi, someone reported that you sold antiques worth 440,000 yuan as handicrafts to He Youfang for 3,000 yuan. Do you remember this?"

Mr. Cheng: "I don't remember. I'm old and can't remember anything."

Policeman: "Think about it carefully. It was last July. Director He already explained everything, so don't hold on to it."

Mr. Cheng: "Who is Director He? Sorry, comrade police, I am 75 years old. I feel a little unwell now. Can you please ask my personal doctor?"

In the next room.

Policeman: "Cheng Zongyin, do you still remember..."

Boss Cheng: "I remember!"

Policeman: "I haven't said anything yet?"

Boss Cheng: "It's okay. As long as you want to know, I will tell you everything. All the bad things were done by my father instigating his subordinates. I only learned about it a few days ago..."