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

"Brothers, let's toast to Brother Biao."

Zhang Yang poured half a cup of water into the lid of the water glass and drank it in front of the camera.

Full of sense of ceremony.

"Come and welcome the next treasure friend."

[Just a toast, right? 】

[The anchor perfectly explained what it means to be pretentious]

[Can you give Brother Biao some respect?]

"It's not disrespectful. I'm on probation. It's best to drink less. What if I tell the truth after drinking?"

Zhang Yang was very thoughtful.

"Welcome to this [Jingdi Town native in London]. My dear friend, are you really a native of Porcelain City?"

"He is a real person from Jingdi Town, and he is guaranteed to be fake."

Baoyou's voice sounds young. If he is really in London, he is most likely an international student.

"Let me guess, you want to show us a piece of porcelain, or is it made in Jingdi Town?"

"Hehe, yes."

A porcelain plate with a white background appeared in the lens, with a black patterned edge that glowed golden under the light.

This is a very open plate with ink, color and gold techniques.

Compared with its craftsmanship, what is more interesting is the theme of the decoration on it - a "Passion of the Passion of Christ".

[Friend Bao, this plate is not meant to contain duck blood]

[It should be foreign trade porcelain, right? There is no market for this kind of subject matter in the country]

[Is this kind of plate for serving or for use? It’s so awkward]

Zhang Yang felt disgusted looking at this thing.

It's like drawing a Buddha on the bottom of the bowl. Although it works, but as soon as you pull the rice in the bowl halfway, you see Buddha smiling at you at the bottom of the bowl...

Perhaps ancient Chinese porcelain is indeed regarded as a work of art rather than a daily necessities in the eyes of foreigners.

"The thing is real. It dates from the early Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. It should be the foreign trade porcelain at that time."

"Huh~" Baoyou breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Zhang Yang's appraisal.

"Thank you teacher, now I can convince my dad."

"Convince your father?"

Zhang Yang found it a bit strange. Don't wealthy overseas students just buy things like this that cost several thousand yuan?

So he asked, "What's the story of this thing?"

"Not counting the stories, it's my dad. He specializes in making porcelain. He said it's impossible to make such things in Jingdi Town. It's too embarrassing..."

"Is your father's name Li Laoqi?" Zhang Yang asked out of nowhere.

"Eh? Teacher, do you know my seventh uncle?" Baoyou was surprised.

"My seventh uncle's son is also studying here. It's a pity. If I had connected with you two days earlier, I could have said hello. He just returned to China, and it seems something happened at home."

"That's really a pity." Zhang Yang held back his smile and nodded.

He knew what happened to Li Laoqi.

The eldest brother on the list has now gone deep into the Hedong Group, and the news of Li Laoqi's arrest has already reached Zhang Yang.

"The British Museum has the same model as yours, so it's very popular."

"Although the Qing Dynasty was closed to the outside world, foreigners were not affected when they came to buy things. This should be a batch of foreign trade porcelain customized by Christians at that time in Jingdi Town."

"Teacher, is something like this valuable?"

Those who play "reflow porcelain" are always most concerned about the issue of value.

"The domestic market doesn't have much interest in things with this theme. Considering the craftsmanship of ink, color and gold, I can give you a few thousand yuan."

"Small thousand, medium thousand, or big thousand?"

"The value is around mid-thousand."

"That's about right. I bought it for six thousand yuan."

"Is it really the same?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows: "Have you forgotten that there is something called tariffs?"

"Ten years ago, you could make a small fortune from this kind of repatriated cultural relics. Now, except for the big ones that can go to auction, you will basically lose money if you buy them."

[It hurts my heart, Tiezi]

[It is genuine and has not lost money, more than 90% of people have it]

[Be bold, 99%]

[Save money: Buying reflowed porcelain is giving money to foreigners]

…

After sending away the heartbroken friend who played with porcelain, the live broadcast room welcomed another master of playing with ceramic sculptures.

"Friend Bao, this thing of yours has a history of at least four thousand years!"

Zhang Yang looked at the naive Tao Niu in front of him and said.

A ceramic sculpture less than the size of a palm is a sculpture of a big-horned cow with black stripes on its horns and body.

The round eyes look a bit silly.

[Brave Niu Niu, not afraid of difficulties]

[Isn’t this a big buffalo? 】

[More than four thousand years ago, wasn’t that the Western Zhou Dynasty?]

Zhang Yang originally thought it was something from the Western Zhou Dynasty, but the item information showed that it was a product of the Indus Valley culture more than 4,000 years ago.

South Asian artifacts.

And the big data also matched another piece of information. This kind of pottery cow has the same model in the British Museum.

"Teacher, is this domestic? I bought it when I was traveling in India."

Baoyou didn't seem to know the true origin of the thing. When he connected the microphone just now, this thing was placed on his computer desktop.

"No, this is something from the Indus Valley culture. Cows are gods there."

"They carve cows, just like we carve dragons."

"Does this kind of thing have any value? If not, I will continue to put it on the table."

"You can make a small glass cover for it." Zhang Yang made a small suggestion: "This kind of pottery cow is in the collection of the British Museum, and it is still valuable for collection."

"Ah? The plate just now is also in their collection. Why do they hide so many of them?"

"It's not hiding, it's plundering. When the sun never sets on the Empire, all the cultural relics flowed to them. Otherwise, where would the more than 8 million pieces of collections on their islands come from?" Zhang Yang said, shaking his head.

[Holy shit, more than 8 million pieces]

[Global Cultural Relics Base Camp is with you]

[I’ve been to the British Museum once and there are really many Dunhuang murals there]

[There are no Chinese cultural relics hidden there that are below grade two]

"So many, if I steal 100 items a day, it will take more than two hundred years to steal?" Baoyou said in surprise.

Zhang Yang was amused by this treasure friend's imagination. He was indeed an amateur collector who could buy cultural relics when traveling in India. He had something to offer.

"Brother, calm down, you can't move most of the things inside."

"That's right, forget it. Teacher, help me take a look at this Tao Niu. This one should be from China, right?"

Baoyou took out a brocade box, which contained a ceramic sculpture of an ox. It was slightly larger than the one in India. The image of the ox was the same as that of the ox in rural China. The horns were very short and the carving was lifelike.

"This is something from the Central Plains culture in our country. It should be a funerary object from the Western Han Dynasty."

"Where did this thing come from, Baoyou?"

Seeing the brocade box, Zhang Yang felt that he probably bought this Western Han Dynasty pottery cow.

But Baoyou said: "It's passed down from our ancestors."

"You ask, it's passed down from ancestors, how can you still say it was dug up?"

"My certificates are all complete. If you don't believe me, look at it..."

"No need to read." Zhang Yang waved his hand: "There is a high probability that the Internet police will call you later. Then you can directly report the certificate number to him. If there is a problem, you can't run away."

"Hey, if I'm just going to make phone calls, can't I just turn off my phone?" Baoyou said stupidly.

"Don't turn it off." Zhang Yang smiled even happier than him: "It'll be over if the police don't come to the door."

…

"Why are all the brothers getting into trouble with the museum today?"

[Because there is a reference, it is easier to find the authentic product]

[Yes, at least you won’t buy fabricated ones]

[Maybe some museum has closed down]

The last barrage made Zhang Yang's pupils shrink.

The Hailin Museum was indeed about to close down.

Zhang Yang originally thought that since it was a museum that had been established for decades and had a good reputation, the visitor flow would soon resume.

Unexpectedly, during his trip to Yangcheng, he didn’t know who was in charge. There were people on Xiaohongshu, Baijiahao, and the official accounts of major travel websites who took the lead.

The saying is: Don’t go to the Hailin Museum when traveling to the sea. You should “avoid pitfalls” and “save your life.”

Fortunately, the contents of the father-in-law's coffin from the Southern Han Dynasty in Yangcheng were hard enough.

This was enough to give Mr. Zhong a reason to broker the deal, and the director of the Yangcheng Museum agreed to Zhang Yang’s request to “borrow the exhibition.”

And instead of borrowing the exhibition once, it will be borrowed three times, and the entire cultural relics on display in the Yangcheng Museum will be borrowed for exhibition.

This is a life saver for a private museum that is in a period of declining reputation.

However, saving the reputation of Hailin Museum is only one aspect. Zhang Yang’s real purpose is far more than that...

"Teacher, how about you take a look at this for me?"

The words of Xin Lian Mai's treasure friend brought Zhang Yang's thoughts back to the live broadcast.

What is shown in the video is an oval amulet with a laughing Maitreya Buddha carved on it. The material of the thing is ivory at first glance.

"Name: Maitreya Buddha Amulet"

"Material: African ivory"

"Production date: 2019"

"Details: Maitreya Buddha amulet carved from ivory tip, exquisite craftsmanship"

"There's no problem with this." Zhang Yang nodded: "Are your brothers abroad?"

"No, it's in China. Teacher, can you help me find out how much this is worth now?"

"The value...yours is less than 900 grams. It will take two to three years. Suspended sentence is applicable."

These people in China play with prohibited animal products, including ivory and rhino horns, and Zhang Yang is already familiar with these legal provisions.

"Ah? Teacher, what if I have this?"

Baoyou said, taking out a blue tag.

On the bottom line, it says in red words [Special logo for Chinese wildlife management].

On the left is the logo of the issuing agency, and on the right is written in small black letters [African elephant ivory products under 50g], with codes and QR codes printed next to it.

Play with ivory with a license!

"Nice!" Zhang Yang gave a thumbs up. He looked at the barrage and said:

"Brothers, this is the correct way to open domestic collections of ivory products."

"Teacher, can I trade this? Can you give me an estimate?"

Baoyou's tone was smug and somewhat showing off.

"No, starting from 2018, the domestic ivory trade has been completely banned, and no certificates can be used."

"My 17-year-old certificate doesn't work either?"

Baoyou suddenly said this, which shocked Zhang Yang.

17 years? Isn’t this something from 19 years?

"It's true or false, show me the date of issuance."

"Can I still lie to you?"

Baoyou pushed the camera closer and aimed at the code and QR code, which read [FJZG/17/89061673].

The first four letters are the enterprise code, and "17" is naturally the time when the certificate is issued.

Such white teeth, you told me they are from 17 years old?

I’m afraid it’s not because of the comprehensive ban on ivory trading and import and export trade starting in 2018.

This treasure friend seems to have a very tough background.

A smile of unknown meaning appeared at the corner of Zhang Yang's mouth.