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Cutting off Hu in front of me?

I think you don’t take my old Master Zhang of the Nine Sects seriously.

Zhang Yang quickly called Tang Qiyun, a part-time house manager, to work:

"The house manager will help seal the host who raised the price for three to five days."

"Is this guy a Manchester United fan? Damn, no wonder the price is raised so much."

Xiao Tang moved very quickly. She blocked Brother Ping An within 20 seconds after Zhang Yang finished speaking, but it was still a little late.

Lianmai’s treasure friends have already seen the barrage of price increases.

"Brother Ping'an also wants these books?"

"Teacher Zhang, these books seem to be very popular, how about..."

The implication is that he wants to increase the price, or let Zhang Yang and the others bid.

"Haha." Zhang Yang nodded with a smile on his face: "Then you can sell it to Brother Ping'an, I don't want it anymore."

"Why?"

Because spending money is not as good as having sex for free, Zhang Yang replied in his heart.

When the time comes, just borrow the book from Brother Ping An and ask him to photocopy the book and send it to you as a PDF.

After seeing off the inheritor of traditional Chinese medicine and Feng Shui master, Zhang Yang quickly linked up with the last treasure friend of the day - Brother Ping An, who is selling graves through live broadcasts next door.

"Master Zhang, you have to be kind!"

At the other end of the video, Wei Ping'an looked at the camera with a half-raised eyebrow, looking embarrassed.

He looks a bit like Dapeng from Diaosi Men. He lacks a pair of glasses and has short green hair.

[Baoyou, you are not interested in sex.]

[The strongest anchor in history]

[With grass growing on his head, he is the chief of Manyangyang Village]

[Is this promoting ecological tombs?]

"Xiao Wei, open up the situation a little, and don't forget the business of today." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

I don’t know if there are fans helping to promote it, or Brother Ping An has already planned this, but he actually came to Zhang Yang Lianmai to check Feng Shui.

As a mature anchor, he was very reasonable and sent Zhang Yang a private message to say hello first.

Zhang Yang confirmed that he was not here to bring goods to the live broadcast room, and he also had his own level 10 fan card, so it was naturally difficult to stop others.

Anyway, the notebook Cheng Laoer gave him is in his hand. Can he check the feng shui of the cemetery? a piece of cake.

"I was wrong, Master Zhang, don't mind. Let's go straight to the grave."

Brother Ping An laughed loudly, went straight in, and pointed the camera at a small soil slope behind him.

It seemed that he was on a hillside in the wild, surrounded by green pine trees, with a clearing in the middle and piles of large and small stones.

Looking over this hillside, you can also see the continuous mountains in the distance.

"Teacher, this is a new cemetery that has just been approved. It is designed to serve the company's high-level VIP customers." Wei Ping'an asked Zhang Yang: "Can you help me take a look? How is this place?"

"It looks pretty good. This scenery is, at least, at the level of a forest park." Zhang Yang nodded lightly and asked him, "What do you want me to see?"

"Of course it depends on the feng shui of Tomb No. 1." Brother Ping An smiled, then took half a step back, and moved the camera down to focus on the ground.

There was actually a compass under his feet.

[Put your professionalism on the barrage]

[Isn’t this thing used by Taoist priests?]

[Obviously it’s a compass for reading Feng Shui, but this kind of compass costs several hundred yuan]

"Teacher, can you see this? This mountain is in the direction of Gengshen." Brother Ping'an said, pointing to the flat land where construction materials were piled.

It seems that the cemetery No. 1 he selected is right there.

"I can't see this." Zhang Yang shook his head: "You are a righteousness person, our Laojiu Sect is a situation person."

"Teacher, isn't what you are talking about a bit profound?" Brother Ping'an scratched his head, expressing his incomprehension.

"Forget it, let me explain briefly..."

The Five Elements, Bagua, Hetu, Luoshu, Constellations, etc., these are all used by Feng Shui masters of the Qi-regulatory school to show the ethereal "Qi" in their mouths.

The orthodox Laojiumen looks at the terrain and mountains, and talks about "dragon, cave, sand, water and direction".

"I understand, Master. It turns out you are looking at the dragon's veins."

Brother Ping An turned his back to the cemetery: "Teacher, look, there is a river next to this cemetery."

"This is not a water burial. Please show me the mountains first."

While Zhang Yang was instructing Brother Ping An, he flipped through the cheat sheet at his hand.

Fortunately, it is not a complicated terrain. It is recorded in Cheng Zongwen's tomb robbing notes, and it is called "Chang'e Flying to the Moon".

The hill where the cemetery is located is where the moon is in this terrain.

Although it is not as good as the [Stars Governing the Moon] at the prince level, it is more than enough to house dignitaries of the second rank and above.

Zhang Yang frowned after reading it: "This place is very suitable for burying people!"

"Beside mountains and rivers."

"Brother Wei, haven't you asked someone to survey your place? Are there any tombs underneath?"

[Why do I always feel like a tomb robber is sharing his experience]

【Me too】

[Now it is dug directly, it does not count as tomb robbing]

"I asked." Brother Ping'an recalled the situation of taking the land: "They said there were no mines down there, and no tombs were found."

"Have you tried playing Luoyang shovel to check it out?"

"Huh? Teacher, we are hiring a serious survey team, not a civilian archaeological team."

"Oh, that's okay." Zhang Yang nodded perfunctorily.

As for the so-called serious survey, he has been to the archaeological site himself and has some understanding of these modern methods, which are nothing more than electromagnetic methods and resistance methods.

Facing the complex underground conditions in China, these methods are neither as fast nor as accurate as the Luoyang shovel.

But even if you say this, the owner of the cemetery still has to dig.

After all, this is a geomantic treasure land!

"In terms of Feng Shui, your place is already top-notch. A cemetery like this isn't cheap, is it?"

"Hey, teacher, this is not about money. The owner of this tomb is very picky about his future neighbors."

"How many items will be buried?" Zhang Yang asked.

Brother Ping An didn't dare to answer these words, after all, he still wanted to eat this bowl of rice.

He laughed and gave Zhang Yang a gift of 400 yuan as a thank you.

"You're too polite, making it seem like I'm short of two hundred yuan." Zhang Yang said jokingly.

"Where is it? I will choose an ecological tomb for the teacher someday? Planting flowers and plants on it will be more environmentally friendly."

When Brother Ping An said this, he touched the patch of green on top of his head, as if there was artificial turf there.

…

The afternoon live broadcast ended successfully.

Less than two minutes after Zhang Yang left the broadcast, he received a call from the Linhai Internet Police.

The person who contacted him was a female police officer named Li Luyao.

The two had contacted each other several times before, and Zhang Yang knew that she was the one who usually conducted "surveillance" in his live broadcast room.

"What do you mean? How many were arrested this time?"

"This is not important. There are more important things. The captain asked me to ask you, how sure are you of that ivory?"

"Is 70% enough? If not, I will think of ways to increase it."

Zhang Yang's answer was quite flexible, but if he was too full of words, the Internet police would be suspicious.

"What about the blanks? Do you think those things may have come from... there?"

Is it necessary to be so cautious? Can't even say the name?

It's just speculation, not real evidence.

Zhang Yang curled his lips and said, "Let's say 50%. It's best not to increase this."

He had seen embryonic materials for animal products in the inventory of the Hailin Museum.

It has only undergone preliminary processing and has not had time to be carved.

Things are often produced by overseas poaching organizations for the convenience of sale.

Those in the Hailin Museum were left behind when we jointly conducted a science exhibition with Linhai HG a long time ago.

He just searched the Internet for reports at that time. The "small brands" needed for the circulation of animal products can also be declared through HG's channels.

You must know that this is China, and the circle of collectors of prohibited animal products is inherently small.

When the two things come together, the chance of coincidence is even more pitiful.

"First thing, what's the highest limit?" Captain Sun's voice came over the phone.

He is already familiar with Zhang Yang's way of speaking. Master Zhang's 70% is equal to 8.50% of the average person's.

But this time the target was special, and he wanted to be more secure.

"This depends on the capabilities of your testing agency. If it is at the same level as mine, it would be 90%."

"so tall?"

On the other end of the phone, several police officers from the Internet Police Office were surprised.

Master Zhang’s 90% is that he is completely sure.

After Li Luyao hung up the phone, Officer Sun quickly gathered everyone together and issued the task.

"Xiao Du, isn't your uncle an expert in the province? Let him watch Zhang Yang's treasure appraisal video and ask for his opinion."

"Xiao Li, collect information about the treasure appraiser."

"Old Feng, contact the wildlife management organization to see if the registered information and the authenticated Buddha amulet are completely correct."

"I'll go find the bureau leader and report the basic situation first."

…

Zhang Yang didn't know yet, but what he wrote in the report information column was two simple sentences:

【warn! There is ivory in and out, so bring a certificate, but the certificate seems to be fake]

[There are also some animal products, I suspect they were leaked from HG]

Most of the Linhai Internet Police Team has been mobilized.

At this time, Master Zhang was stunned by the phone call that followed.

On the other end of the phone was Wei Ping'an from before. He said he was in Linhai now.

Co-author: That new cemetery just now is in Linhai?

"This guy doesn't really want to book an ecological tomb for himself, does he?"

Zhang Yang was still muttering in his heart, and Wei Ping'an explained his purpose:

"Teacher, it's not convenient for me to talk on the live broadcast just now. I would like to ask, do you have any research on tomb theft prevention?"

"It's like this. I have a distinguished client here. He wants to be buried in an underground tomb after his death, and he also wants to bury some of his precious collections with him."

"But there are too many valuable things, so..."

After listening to this, Zhang Yang thought he had returned to a hundred years ago.

However, Brother Ping An's employer may be an old man in his nineties. He is from that era, so it is not surprising that he has some feudal ideas.

“Isn’t it enough to just use reinforced concrete to build the cemetery?”

"Find a guy from a design institute and spend three days and three nights painting it."

Zhang Yang originally wanted to say Sanhe soil, lime, glutinous rice water, etc., but he remembered when he saw the employees playing with their mobile phones that it was already the 21st century.

In what age are you still using traditional anti-theft methods?

"I originally thought so, but my employer said that he saw with his own eyes that Wang's cement tomb was blown open, and after the body was burned, it was doused with horse urine."

Sure enough, he was from that era.

But comparing yourself to someone named Wang is a bit too much, right?

Could it be that he is extremely greedy, so greedy that he dare not pass on his stolen goods to future generations?

"Brother Wei, you can make money, but don't send yourself in."

"Teacher, don't worry, this old man's money should be quite clean. He has saved everything for decades."

Listening to Brother Ping'an's confident tone, Zhang Yang could only help him think of a better solution.

"Can't you hire a tombkeeper?"

No matter how good the anti-theft measures are, unless you use a method that self-destructs when you open the door, there is nothing you can do against explosives.

There is still something about the Nobel Prize.

"Ask someone to guard the tomb, I'm afraid they will steal it."

Wei Pingan also thought of this method.

In fact, he has proposed all the ways that can be found on the Internet, but the employers are not satisfied.

That's why he came to seek help from Master Zhang, who is known as "the only legitimate old nine sect".

"Then there is only one last solution." Zhang Yang reluctantly took out the method of pressing the bottom of the box.

This was the idea that came to his mind when he was watching the excavations abroad of Pompeii, which was buried in volcanic ash.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of people being buried in concrete?"

"Teacher, what do you mean, put my employer's money in an iron bucket and fill it with cement?" Brother Ping'an asked.

"You must have watched too many gangster movies. You are committing the crime of insulting a corpse, which is against the law."

"What I mean is that when you built the tomb, you dug all the way down, leaving only an exit the size of a person at the top. When the time comes, the body will be carried in under pressure."

"When all the funerary objects are placed, fill the entire tomb with that special kind of cement."

"The deeper you dig, the safer you are."

"How deep should we dig this?" Brother Ping'an thought for a while and already thought of something called the earth's crust.

"It depends on how much money your employer gives." Zhang Yang said lightly.

After hearing this, Brother Ping An thought for a while and nodded involuntarily.

"Thank you, Master Zhang. Listening to you is worth ten years of selling my grave."

"When you start broadcasting, I will buy you gifts."

…

After hanging up Wei Ping'an's call, Zhang Yang suddenly remembered that apart from the imperial edict, he didn't seem to have made much money recently.

Although money is not something he urgently needs, as a man with golden fingers, he only holds more than one million in his hand, which is indeed a bit shabby.

I can’t even afford the Land Rover that can’t be parked in Brother Biao’s house.

The Hailin Museum is still losing money, and it will have a chance to turn around when the loan exhibitions start next month.

In the live broadcast room, if you don’t bring goods, there won’t be much income.

If you bring goods, you have to find sources of goods, socialize, and finally make money by cutting leeks in the live broadcast room, which is not interesting.

Do you really want to gamble on stones?

Zhang Yang remembered the last message from the person named Cao. Just as he was thinking about it, Douyin suddenly pushed a message on his phone:

[The live broadcast of raw jade stones worth 200,000 yuan, come and watch]

Is this big data or mind reading?

Regardless of the method, Zhang Yang admitted that he was interested in this push.

He clicked on the message and entered a live broadcast room called "Ah Huang Plays Jade".

A man wearing black-rimmed glasses was sitting behind a wooden table. In front of him, there was a jadeite stone about the same size as a unicorn melon.

"Brothers, I carried the rough stone worth more than 200,000 yuan back from the Burmese mine overnight. Today I will show you the true strength of the anchor."

Everyone who changed it was numb.