Live broadcast of treasure appraisal, congratulations to the eldest brother for getting the prison m

"Jing Ke, the envoy of Yan, paid homage to the King of Qin."

When it comes to overall performance, the fans in the live broadcast room never lose.

Xin Lianmai's treasure friend greeted Zhang Yang in a very special way, which caught Zhang Yang off guard.

What if Qin Shihuang in the 21st century had not read "Historical Records"?

However, he responded quickly: "Brother, there is no need to look at the map of Yan State. This country has been destroyed. Just look at your dagger."

"I won't show you the dagger, but I can show you the knife."

Baoyou's mouth was full of flirtatious words. As he spoke, he took out a white embroidered bed sheet rolled into a long strip.

When he spread out the whole sheet, everyone saw that there was a long black-brown knife with a metallic shine wrapped inside.

"I admit that the seven-star sword just now is good, but if I take out this saber from the Anti-Japanese War period, teacher, which one do you think is better?"

【The grass is rolled up】

【I vote for this saber】

[I also have a knife like this at home, but it’s rusty]

【Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba? 】

Zhang Yang looked at the barrage of the words "Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba" and thought for a full second before he understood what it meant.

The brothers in the live broadcast room are so meaningful.

His eyes returned to the saber. Compared with the machete in martial arts novels, the saber was narrower and longer, just like the sword was bent.

"Friend Bao, where is the handle of the knife?"

All that was left of the handle of the knife was a large, rough iron rod.

"What kind of knife handle do you want? Once you tear this sheet off and wrap it up, you can also tie the knife to your hand."

Baoyou has watched the TV series and knows that there is a cloth strap on the knife handle.

"So that's what the sheets are for, I understand." Zhang Yang nodded with conviction.

The saber from the Second World War has a history of more than 50 years and is technically a cultural relic.

"Name: Saber"

"Material: Iron, manganese, carbon"

"Production date: 1940"

"Detailed information: During World War II, the military saber produced by Huangyadong Arsenal has obvious traces of use."

Traces of use? Has it been chopped?

Zhang Yang stared at the knife for half a minute, but couldn't find the traces he imagined.

"Teacher, did we make this ourselves or was it captured?"

"This should be made by a certain arsenal." Zhang Yang explained calmly.

After sending away brothers Jin and Yu, he gained a lot of knowledge about cold weapons. The questions asked by Baoyou were just within his knowledge.

"I think the quality is quite good. Was it possible to make such good steel at that time?"

Baoyou flicked the blade with his fingers, as if to demonstrate that the knife was very strong.

"These knives were originally made from railroad tracks, so the quality is of course not bad."

Zhang Yang recalled the information he had read.

"During the Hundred Regiments War, more than 200,000 railway tracks were demolished, and railways in many places were paralyzed by the demolition..."

[No wonder there was no way to make steel at that time, but there was still steel for use]

[This is what is called neither destruction nor establishment]

[When Qin Shihuang searched for weapons from all over the world, they should be used to build railway tracks]

[As mentioned earlier, haven’t you heard of cars on the same track? 】

When chatting about barrage, Baoyou asked Zhang Yang:

"Teacher, is this knife valuable?"

"There are relatively many stocks of this kind of knife, and the condition of this knife is not very good, so it does not have high economic value."

"But this is more suitable for holding a house than the seven-star sword just now. Do you understand what I mean?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Hahaha, thank you teacher, I will keep it for myself." Baoyou replied with a smile.

…

"Brothers, do you have any cold weapons?"

Zhang Yang discovered that the treasure friends who came to the live broadcast room for appraisal also had a herd mentality.

Just now a treasure friend came to appraise the sword, and then a saber came. Next, someone’s axe, hook and fork came on stage.

"Welcome to anonymous user 4747, are you connecting anonymously?"

"I can't open my personal information. It's true. It seems that this dear friend is going to do something illegal!"

Zhang Yang laughed and said, he was not panic at all.

"It's useless, brothers. The anonymous link can be checked in the background. The anonymity just prevents me and the brothers in the live broadcast room from knowing."

"Teacher, do you recognize this?" Baoyou said, pointing to the pattern on a stone carving.

What is in the lens is a rectangular stone slab with exquisite reliefs on it.

"The shape of your thing looks like a tomb door!"

Zhang Yang nodded and said, before he took a closer look at the statue, the only thing he could think of was the tomb door in terms of the shape of the stone slab.

"Hey, teacher, it's all you need to know. I'm from a serious background. Please help me identify it."

[Does the tomb door still have a legitimate origin? 】

[This person is lying to a fool]

[Why do you call the anchor a fool]

[Brothers, don’t you think the carving on this one looks like Sun Wukong?]

Sun Wukong?

Zhang Yang took a closer look and saw that it was really the Monkey King, the Monkey King.

And it is the image of Sun Wukong in the animated version of "Havoc in Heaven" produced by Shenghai Art Studio.

Is this a job, or is it really stupid? Zhang Yang was not sure for a while.

Baoyou still asked seriously:

"Teacher, usually on a tomb door like this, the character should be holding a cane, but I can't figure out what it is."

"These are peaches!" Zhang Yang said in shock: "Sun Wukong caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace and stole peaches. Haven't you heard of it?"

"Teacher, don't be joking. I am discussing academic issues with you seriously."

Lian Mai's treasure friend seemed a little unhappy when he heard what Zhang Yang said.

[Monkey stealing peaches, this theme is quite good]

[Is this really the tomb gate? 】

[Even the tomb gate is a newly built tomb in the past few years]

Baoyou was not happy, but Zhang Yang was happy. He chuckled and said:

"Friend Bao, are you a mentally retarded person who came here to fix the job? The job is good, but a bit lousy."

"I don't know what you are talking about." Baoyou's tone was still serious: "Teacher, please help me find out, what dynasty is this from?"

"Modern, younger than me." Zhang Yang replied immediately.

"This is from the Song Dynasty! Ahem." Baoyou coughed twice and said in a deep voice: "The big door is the tomb door on the ethnic minority side."

"Teacher, you may not have seen it before. You may have made a mistake."

Looking at the other party's attitude and tone, Zhang Yang immediately thought: Are the remnants of the National Treasure Gang here?

But looking at the naive Sun Wukong in front of him, he was not angry at all. He reluctantly put away the smile on his face and said:

"Friend Bao, you stole a mural from a certain park into your home. Return it quickly. The police will come later."

"Teacher, this is really a minority thing."

"Look at the boots this character is wearing, they are not from our Central Plains region."

"What you said makes sense." Zhang Yang nodded in agreement: "Sun Wukong's boots were in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea. I got them from the old Dragon King. They are definitely not from land."

Baoyou was still chattering, Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly, and could only take the initiative to disconnect the microphone.

"This barrage is right, this man is stunned." Zhang Yang chatted with the barrage.

…

I originally thought that this "remnant" of the National Treasure Gang was just a flash in the pan, but unexpectedly, three days later, he came again.

This time he was not anonymous. Zhang Yang didn't know that he was the treasure friend who identified "Sun Wukong of the Song Dynasty" last time, so he clicked and accepted.

As soon as the other person came up, he said to Zhang Yang with a sad face:

"Master Zhang, I finally connected with you."

"Baoyou, don't cry, it's just a dime to get a wheat, it won't, won't happen!"

Zhang Yang quickly comforted him, but it was of no use. Baoyou still looked like that.

"It's not about money, it's about these days. I can't live any longer."

"What's wrong with you? Tell me slowly, were you deceived, or were you caught by the police digging a grave?"

"No, they are your fans, Master Zhang. They almost ate me. They call me a member of the National Treasure Gang on the homepage every day."

"Is there such a thing? Who did it in the barrage? Come out and claim it."

[This person is the Sun Wukong from the Song Dynasty]

[He is the National Treasure Gang]

[Aren’t you scolding the National Treasure Gang to eliminate harm for the people?]

After seeing the barrage, Zhang Yang remembered what happened three days ago, and he said cheerfully:

"It turns out to be you, Sun Wukong."

When Baoyou heard the name Zhang Yang, he covered his forehead and kept waving his hands:

"Teacher, I misjudged that tomb door. Whatever you say will be taken into account. I will never try to bully you again."

"It's okay, it's okay, don't take it personally." Zhang Yang took a sip of water and explained: "In our live broadcast room, in the past, making trouble with the National Treasure Gang was just like making trouble with rats. Everyone is more sensitive."

"I understand." Baoyou nodded to the camera: "I'm not a professional literary player, it's just a hobby. I'm really not a national treasure gang."

"Last time I discussed the tomb door with you, I was a little immersed in it and couldn't listen to your opinion. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I..."

Zhang Yang was about to say sorry on behalf of his brother in the live broadcast room, but he saw this old man, without a word of agreement, directly picked up a bronze square pot from under the table.

The surface of the square pot is rusty and earthy, with ears on both sides and a simple style.

[Are there any hard goods? 】

【Did we criticize the wrong person】

[You scolded me wrongly, I didn’t scold you, this is a real collector]

Seeing that Zhang Yang didn't say anything, Baoyou began to introduce:

"Teacher, I will show you the stuff from the raw pit directly. I didn't dare to touch it after I got it. I plan to hand it over to the museum directly."

"This is a square pot from the Han Dynasty. It has red spots, green rust, and peacock blue."

Baoyou chatted a lot.

But the item information shows that this is a fake that can be easily dismissed at a glance!

Zhang Yang glanced at the ceiling, and he began to think about the nature of this person.

Would anyone really admit that their bronzes were made from pits? Aren't you afraid of calling the police?

Are the barriers to entry for the National Treasure Gang so low now?

Unexpectedly, his expression misunderstood this treasure friend, thinking that he could not understand.

"Teacher, if you are not sure about this, I still have some mirrors."

"Look at this, a sea beast grape mirror from the Tang Dynasty. Look at how well the decoration is preserved. It's also a piece of shit."

"Friend Bao, how did you judge that you were a fool?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"I wasn't sensible before." Baoyou touched the back of his head shyly, but hesitated to speak.

"But if I were asked to hand over these things, I would not hesitate."

"Teacher, there is more."

Next, as if offering a treasure, Baoyou took out seven bronze mirrors, with themes ranging from the Warring States Period to the Tang Dynasty, all of which were closed at a glance.

There were so many that the direction of the barrage changed.

[With so many bronze mirrors, this person must be a wholesaler of imitations]

[I was wrong, he is indeed a member of the National Treasure Gang]

[Let’s go, brothers, continue construction on his homepage]

[We can’t let him use these fakes to harm people]

This treasure friend didn’t know that his homepage was about to suffer a serious blow. At this moment, he was looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said with emotion:

"Think about it, I have been collecting these things for more than ten years!"

Zhang Yang nodded, and after the identification was completed, this brother was deceived by the National Treasure Gang and became lame.

After the things were displayed, it was time to close the net.

"Friend Bao, I've seen everything."

"Thank you, teacher." Baoyou smiled and looked at the camera: "I don't want to show off, I just want to show you and the fans in your live broadcast room that I am real."

"Don't call me the National Treasure Gang. I also know those people. They want to pick up the pieces and pretend that what they bought is a national treasure."

"I'm not leaking this, and I don't plan to sell it. It's just a private collection."

Hearing this last sentence, Zhang Yang was a little surprised and asked:

"Friend Bao, you didn't buy these mirrors at the market price at that time, right?"

"Didn't you miss any of them?"

"No." Baoyou shook his head: "Bronze is not allowed to be bought and sold, so I always barter. Some are exchanged for fruits and mobile phones, and some are exchanged for laptops..."

It’s really not a waste of money!

Zhang Yang could no longer complain about what this brother said.

He waved his hand and said, "Save time, I'll just say it straight."

"These things of yours are all fake."

"The bronze square pot has the wrong bottom, wrong ears, and wrong rust... Anyway, it's an imitation from 20 to 30 years ago."

"The remaining mirrors are all standard street stall goods from the antique market. The purchase price is forty yuan a piece, and you cannot bargain."

"Teacher..." Baoyou wanted to interrupt the spell casting.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet. Isn't there a Boguji behind you?" Zhang Yang pointed behind the man.

"The porcelain on it, from such a distance, I can tell that it is a new imitation from Jingdi Town in the past few decades. It is also a popular item in the antique market. The wholesale price is as high as one hundred."

This guy was really good at chatting. Zhang Yang stared at the screen and was stunned to see the item information of things in the distance.

"The oldest thing of all is the solid wood table you are using now. It is at least forty years old."

"That's pretty much it. Is there anything else you want to identify?"

【major! Understand the applause]

【Where is the applause】

[With this set of dog-beating sticks, do the National Treasure Gang still dare to speak?]

After listening to Zhang Yang’s words, Baoyou suddenly realized:

"I told you, teacher, your fans all left messages on my home page, saying that my stuff was from last week."

"Such a fine bronze mirror, I almost blew myself away, saying it was something from a grave. A few years ago, I looked at someone who dug it out of a tomb. How could it still be from last week?"

He carried a bronze mirror and kept shaking his head at the camera, expressing his dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry, friend Bao. It can be seen that these people in the live broadcast room have caused a lot of harm to your weak heart."

"Well, as an apology, from my side..."

Zhang Yang took out his mobile phone.

"I'll help you contact the police and talk to you about what's going on with this trap?"

"I'm not suspecting you of tomb robbing, but there is also a big brother in our live broadcast room who was deceived by others with a fake tomb."