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Yanjing, Peace Hotel.

The private room in Room No. 1 was filled with big names in Yanjing's antiques industry.

Excluding the dozen or so people who entered recently, we can barely count "half of the country."

After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, Master Che slowly said: "Brothers, I need to take it easy these days."

"If you go in further, there won't even be anyone delivering food."

"Everyone should have seen the news. He just went to the new Sanxingdui Museum on the 28th of last month and once again emphasized the issue of inheritance and protection of cultural relics."

"At this time, there are still people doing things with cultural relics. If you don't die, who will die?"

"Is it that serious?"

A certain expert sitting under Master Che wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I just came back from Jinzhong. My nephew took a glazed brick from Famen Temple from me a few days ago."

"It's not exposed, right?" Che Lijun asked nervously.

"It's exposed, it's completely exposed, and it was used for a live broadcast of treasure appraisal. I heard that the police are preparing to investigate recently."

"I'm going!" Many people present exclaimed.

"How is your relationship with your nephew?" Che Lijun asked.

The subtext is that if the relationship is not good, don’t contact him in the future.

"Not bad, his dad saved my life before."

After hearing this, Che Lijun nodded and tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table. Everyone else present looked at him.

After a while, he cleared his throat and made a suggestion:

"Let's do this. Let him go directly to the police station to surrender, and at the same time, he will tell the gang of tomb robbers in Jinzhong."

"I remember that you collected things from them before, and you used the things you collected as stolen goods. Those cultural relics and glazed bricks were ignored."

"Crack down now. If you keep running away, you might be implicated."

"Then he shouldn't go to jail?"

"I can't sit." Che Lijun smiled softly: "I'll fine you some money and be suspended for six months. Any more will be mine."

This sentence "Anything more is mine" was so confident that it instantly dispelled almost everyone's doubts.

Of course, not everyone believes it. For example, Wu Xingfei, who just came back from Africa, is very surprised why everyone is praising Che.

In fact, this is because he has just returned to China and the news is lagging behind.

If he had known that several of the "leaders" held by this small group were now in prison, he would not have questioned it in his heart.

"Hmm~ The horse doesn't know he's a donkey~ The bird doesn't know he's a chicken~"

When he heard his cell phone ringing, Wu Xingfei quickly picked it up from under the table.

The caller ID showed an unfamiliar number, but considering that he had been abroad for a long time, it was normal for acquaintances to change their numbers, so he still had to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Is this Master Wu Xingfei Wu?" The person who spoke was a very clear male voice.

"I am, who are you?"

"Someone asked you to appraise a huanghuali chair before. It's worth 60 million. Do you remember it?"

"How much? Sixty million?"

"Did you hallucinate after eating fungi?" Wu Xingfei said angrily.

On the other end of the phone, the other party was silent for a while and then said:

"The first snow in 2019 came a little later than in 2018. Do you have any impressions of a huanghuali chair from the Yanjing Sales Department of Garde Auction House?"

Wu Xingfei hesitated before answering this time, because before going abroad, he did work in Gade for a period of time:

"Wait, let me think about it..."

"I have no impression of the huanghuali one, but I am impressed by the red rosewood one."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The hearty laughter of a middle-aged man suddenly came from the other end of the phone, which made Wu Xingfei panic and thought he had rolled over.

"It's okay, thank you, Teacher Wu."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Xingfei's friend asked him:

"Old Wu, are you looking for furniture? I have a pair of huanghuali chairs from the Qing Dynasty. I'm selling them for 8 million. Do you want it?"

"Old Chu, your lifeblood, Huanghuali, has been sold. Are you trying to make money?"

"How is that possible? I...wait a moment and take a call."

Lao Chu picked up the phone, and a clear male voice also sounded on the other end of the phone: "Is this Teacher Chu Yunfei?"

"Yes, I am. Are you?"

"I am your precious friend. This time last year, I asked you to appraise a huanghuali chair with an estimated value of 60 million. Do you still remember it?"

"Sixty million?" Lao Chu exclaimed, attracting Wu Xingfei's eyes.

He smiled at Lao Wu and apologized, then responded to the call:

"Sixty million huanghuali? Is it a curved chair from the Ming Dynasty?"

"Generally, only the ones the emperor sat on are sold at this price. There are only a dozen of them in the world, and they all have owners."

"I haven't encountered it in recent years."

"Teacher, are you sure?"

"Sure. Sixty million. If you're talking about Zimbabwe dollars or South Vietnamese dong, then just pretend I didn't say it." Lao Chu said confidently.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Wu Xingfei, who was looking for knowledge, and explained why he was making such a fuss:

"Nowadays, even stinky fish and shrimps dare to price tens of millions of huanghuali, which is even more outrageous than us."

"Actually, I also received this call just now." Wu Xingfei said calmly.

"Ah?" Lao Chu was stunned.

At this moment, Che Lijun's phone rang.

"Hey, Zhang Yang. I haven't contacted you for a long time. How are you doing?"

"I am also a old appearence."

"Which crazy person would dare to price a 60 million huanghuali chair like this?"

"Impossible. How can we sell a pair of them for 240 million if they can't produce babies..."

When Che Lijun finished the call, he was surprised to find that both Lao Wu and Lao Chu came over and stared at him passionately.

"What's wrong? Are there flowers on my face?"

Lao Chu shook his head: "Did someone ask you just now if you have ever appraised a 60 million huanghuali chair?"

Che Lijun nodded: "Yes, Zhang Yang called me just now."

"Zhang Yang is Teacher Wang's apprentice, half of my junior fellow apprentice, and half of Mr. Zhong's apprentice... You can think of him as the Guo Jing from the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan."

"He seems to be doing a live broadcast of treasure appraisal now, let me show you."

Che Lijun opened Zhang Yang's live broadcast room.

Zhang Yang is still in Lianmai, and the sixth expert has been confirmed.

"Su Renying, right? Come on, brothers, wait a minute, I'll find the contact information of this expert."

Che, Wu and Chu all looked at Su Renying who was drinking.

Che Lijun suddenly thought of something and immediately opened an internal communication group.

Sure enough, just as he thought, Wang Guosheng sent part of his address book to the group more than ten minutes ago, and Zhang Yang replied "Thank you."

"The night gave me black eyes~"

Su Renying's cell phone rang, and Che Lijun no longer had any doubts.

In the end, when Zhang Yang persuaded the old man who had been deceived, a total of six people present at the hotel received his call, asking about the 240 million huanghuali.

Only one person was really short-sighted. I remember someone asked him how much a Hainan Huanghuali chair could be sold for, and he replied, "At least 60 million."

"This matter won't be blamed on me in the end, right?" This short-sighted expert was a little scared.

"That's not the case. Those who engage in live broadcast treasure appraisal are looking for traffic."

Wu Xingfei had some personal opinions on the live broadcast of treasure appraisal, and deliberately exaggerated:

"You're done!"

Lao Chu had a better personality and looked at Che Lijun:

"Lao Che, isn't that Zhang Yang half your junior brother?"

"Can we get this matter out of the way so that he doesn't mention it? It's obviously the intermediaries from the auction houses who are using our names to make money!"

Che Lijun shook his head seriously:

"That little black money doesn't matter."

He remembered the time he was "trapped" by the Cheng family and his son.

“The real trouble is that we are now being treated like shit, and we don’t even have a channel to clean the floor.”

"If it weren't for my junior brother Zhang's kind help, you guys, Lao Chu and Lao Wu, your reputation would have been ruined."

"Yes!" "Yes!" "That makes sense..."

Many people present deeply believed in what Che Lijun said.

Even Wu Xingfei agreed in his heart and listened carefully, wanting to see what Master Che could do.

Che Lijun was very satisfied when he saw everyone's reaction.

This is how the antique circle is, it keeps going on and on, until the senior people are all in jail or buried, and he becomes the oldest authority.

He cleared his throat and suggested: "I think it's time for us to take action."

"You mean, we also go to the live broadcast of treasure appraisal?"

"Isn't that a bit too low?" someone in the crowd said anxiously.

"Instead of going live, we will go offline. Didn't you notice that my junior brother Zhang held an amazing event?"

…

Zhang Yang didn't know yet that the method he came up with to save the Hailin Museum was already being noticed.

He is busy working as a mediator in various live broadcast rooms.

"Sister, you are really a gangster. If you don't believe me, look at what I'm holding in my hand."

"Yours is a female, and mine is a male. We are a couple!"

"Would you rather believe that your stuff is fake than believe that we are a couple?"

"Okay, just admit that it's fake. Stop pulling on our appraiser's clothes. You'll tear them to pieces."

[There’s a quarrel again in Live Room No. 3. The host should go put out the fire]

[Researcher Nie: Help, help, help]

[Brothers, this live broadcast mode is not bad, the work is very dense]

[It looks good, but I’m worried that Master Zhang won’t be able to resist it]

Zhang Yang really couldn't bear it any longer.

When he first helped Teacher Nie, he just wanted to create some program effects.

But he underestimated the intensity of the offline audition process.

Personal attack:

"Friend Bao, this thing of yours is fake."

"Some people, wearing the aura of experts, defrauding people of their money, are worse than animals."

He takes things into consideration:

"Friend Bao, this is the font of Microsoft Yahei."

"Who asked you to read the fonts and the content of the text? Can modern people write such a good article?"

There are those who swear:

"Friend Bao, the copper in your Xuande furnace is electroplated."

"Hahaha, if this thing is not right, I will eat it!"

The most ruthless one is an old man who even wants to take legal action:

"Friend Bao, this is a new imitation."

"No! You are talking nonsense! This thing has been at home for 96 years. If you say it is fake, I will file a lawsuit with you."

Good guy, after talking to such a person, Zhang Yang felt like he was not feeling well.

The four researchers who helped with the identification were actually in good condition. It was probably because Zhang Yang saw how they looked when they first participated in such activities, and they were in a particularly happy mood.

"Brothers, I can't stand it any longer, so I'll retreat first."

Zhang Yang checked the time and it was time to stop broadcasting.

[Teacher, won’t you connect the microphone today? I've been waiting for three hours]

"Waiting for three hours?"

Zhang Yang clicked on the backstage and took a look, and there was actually a treasure friend who started queuing up when he first started broadcasting and has been waiting until now.

This is a die-hard fan. If you don’t want to disappoint people, then just work overtime for five minutes.

"Brothers, are you part of the National Treasure Gang?"

"If you think your baby is worth less than one million, just send in a Lianmai application."

According to Zhang Yang’s experience, one million is a barrier. For items worth upwards, the probability of being fake is over 95%.

[No, just a little thing passed down from home]

"That's no problem. In our live broadcast room, ancestral tradition is the safe word."

Zhang Yang clicked to accept the link.

"Welcome dear friend, I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's okay, teacher. I found a family heirloom today and I would like your help to identify it."

Baoyou spread his hands, and in his palm was a piece of jade that was thin at the top and thick at the bottom. It was shaped a bit like a spoon, but the head was not sunken, but had a button protruding out.

The texture of the jade itself is not bad, and the carving is good, but it is too beautiful, a bit like a modern imitation.

"This is a hook. Is this also passed down from ancestors?"

Zhang Yang's tone of questioning was a bit casual with doubts.

Jade belt hooks are now the hardest hit area for counterfeiting of ancient jades.

Those jade stones that are not of good quality can be made into jade belt hooks and made a little older, and the price can increase dozens of times.

"Yes, it's passed down from our ancestors!"

"Brother's counter-reconnaissance awareness is fine."

Zhang Yang nodded with a smile and observed carefully.

"Name: Jade Belt Hook"

"Material: Hetian Jade"

"Production date: 176 BC"

"Detailed information: Jade belt hooks were used as decorations on the waists of ancient nobles. The embossed panchi pattern symbolizes the dignity of the owner of the belt hook."

Um? The real thing?

Or from the Western Han Dynasty?

"Friend Bao, is your surname Kong? The family has been passed down from generation to generation for more than two thousand years?"

"Let me remind you first, if you dig up your ancestor's grave, you don't want to pass it off as something handed down from your ancestors!"

"It's not dug, it's really passed down. During that special period, my grandfather buried this thing in a cave, so it wasn't taken away."

"Where are you from?" Zhang Yang asked for the address first.

"I am from Changnan City, Jiangnan Province."

The capital of Jiangnan Province, during the Western Han Dynasty, was worthy of someone carving jade hooks with patterns of panchi...

Zhang Yang slapped his thigh: "Friend Bao, your ancestors didn't dig the tomb of Marquis Haihun, did they?"

"ah?"

"It must be so. This big tomb over there can produce jade belt hooks from the Western Han Dynasty."

"Even if your grandfather didn't dig it, it might have been your great-grandfather. Of course, don't be nervous. The police will investigate the matter clearly..."

"No, teacher. Our place is still dozens of kilometers away from the tomb of Marquis Haihun." Baoyou explained.

"I moved because I was afraid of being discovered."

Zhang Yang gave a very reasonable explanation.

"But there are so many things in the tomb of Marquis Haihun, why is this one passed down in the family?"

"How much more do you want?" Zhang Yang asked pretending to be shocked: "The jade belt hooks from the Western Han Dynasty are not enough."

"This thing can be put on display in any museum."

"Teacher, this is really passed down from my ancestors." Baoyou said firmly.

"Since it's so precious, how about I donate it directly to the museum?"

"Friend Bao, I'm sorry, don't be nervous. This kind of thing is passed down from ancestors. It's okay to keep it yourself, as long as you don't sell it to foreigners." Zhang Yang comforted.

Although there is a high probability that it came out of the tomb, according to Baoyou's attitude, it is really possible that his great-grandfather dug it up.

"It's okay. I'm not short of money either. It would be bad if I lose this thing in my hand."

Baoyou was very dignified, so Zhang Yang couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"If you really want to donate, of course I can't stop you. But I can tell you a place and you can consider it."

"Have you heard of Hailin Museum?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

[The picture shows the dagger]

[Donate to the anchor himself, right? 】

[To a certain extent, this statement proves that things are indeed precious]

Baoyou also laughed after hearing this: "Teacher, didn't you leave your job at the museum? Why did you return the goods to your old employer?"

"I didn't leave my job. Who started the rumor?"

"There are too many of these things in the Haihunhou Tomb Museum. If you donate them to them, they won't necessarily display them."

"But if you donate it to us, I will definitely find a separate display cabinet to offer this thing to you."

Zhang Yang looked at this jade belt hook, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

If I had to describe it, it would be like an addict.

"Can you please indicate that it was donated by me?" Baoyou was concerned about this issue.

"Of course the source will be indicated. You can even put a black and white photo of yourself next to it." Zhang Yang said very sincerely.

As the deputy director of a museum, he can still fulfill this promise.

"No, no, no, no need to."

"Teacher, how about I come to participate in the activities you hold!"

"Of course, you, I will directly decide the finals for you."

"Also, we will reimburse you for your round-trip air ticket to Hainan."

The good thing about private museums is that they don’t have to go through complicated approval procedures when it comes to money.

【Reimbursement of round-trip air tickets? Then I have something to say]

[Actually, I am also a senior collector]

[Teacher, I also have treasures that I want to donate to your museum]

【Me, me, I want to donate too】

“I fully understand how everyone wants to donate things, but we don’t accept counterfeit items!”

“Porcelain from folk kilns in the late Qing Dynasty is not valuable, so we won’t accept it!”

"Those who come out of the tomb can be collected, and I can guarantee that the conditions in the Linhai prison are not bad." Zhang Yang said to the camera.

"Teacher, you won't trick me into Linhai and then send me in, right?" Baoyou suddenly panicked.

"You are worrying too much. If you can be sent in, the police are already on the way. You have no chance to serve your sentence in Haihai."

"It's so real." Baoyou said with emotion.

"Teacher, I still have a few ancient coins, so I can help you look at them."

"No problem." Although it was already past the off-duty time, Zhang Yang still agreed willingly.

There are more than a dozen ancient coins, most of them are copper coins from the Qing Dynasty, and there are also a few Yuan Datou coins.

It is very simple to identify this kind of thing. To determine whether it is genuine or not, just estimate the price based on the results of big data matching.

The last one was quickly identified.

"You are..."

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, Baoyou suddenly heard the doorbell ringing "Ding dong!"

[Come, come, the note is coming to your door]

[Hahaha, the anchor is happy for nothing]

[Things turned directly into stolen goods]

[Baoyou is still young, come to this live broadcast room and still want to escape unscathed? 】

"Teacher, it's not really a policeman, is it?"

After reading the barrage, Baoyou was really panicked.

"It's okay. You go and open the door first. I'll wait for you."

Zhang Yang felt that there was nothing wrong with this thing, at least it had not just come out of the tomb recently, because the surface of the jade clearly showed signs of being played with.

After a while, Baoyou returned to the camera with two middle-aged men.

"Hello, Master Zhang!" The visitor happily greeted Zhang Yang.

"Hello. Who are you?"

"We are the staff of Changnan City Museum." One of them smiled brighter than flowers.

"There are indeed several Western Han Dynasty jade belt hooks in the Haihunhou Tomb Museum, so please leave these to our Changnan City Museum for safekeeping!"

"By the way, we will also write the donation information of cultural relics in the exhibition hall to thank this treasure friend."

"I'll blanch it!"

Hearing these words, Zhang Yang couldn't help but burst into Chinese quintessence.

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