The old man on the construction site, nicknamed Wu Laoer.

No children, no daughters, alone, mixed with the construction site for decades, nothing accomplished, the only thing that can be taken out to preach in the whole body is his knowledge.

Vegetarian, meaty, black, white, yellow, Wu Lao Er has seen it.

He is real, and has eaten more salt than anyone else has ever eaten.

So the other day, when the bones were dug up at the construction site, he immediately realized that it might be a tomb.

He had seen such things when he was young, and he had also helped the archaeological team deliver lunch boxes and carry coffins.

He naturally also knew that in the tomb, in addition to bones, there were also burial goods.

So that night, he took a few workers, taking advantage of the night, to the place where the bones were dug up, and searched for most of the night, and found a few bottles and cans, this bronze bell, and some rusty copper coins.

The treasure was found, but everyone didn't understand antiques, and they didn't know which one was valuable.

Wu Lao Er originally wanted to have one by one, so he divided the things and quickly dispersed.

But seeing that the workers were about to fight for this bronze bell, he was afraid that the movement would be too big, so he took the initiative to ask for help, saying that he would sell the things first.

At the same time, I also thought about seeing if I could find a big buyer and wrap up the rest of the bottles and cans.

Swap antiques for money, and it's much cooler than things.

So if Zhang Yang had been a little more patient, Meng Yimeng Wu Lao Er, and lied to him that he was a collector of antiques, maybe he could see more treasures.

Also because of this, Wu Lao Er knew that he really couldn't go to this police station.

"If you run away now, you will lose a worthless bronze bell, if you follow you to the police station, those treasures under the bed on the construction site will not be saved!"

Walking on the road, the more Wu Lao Er thought about it, the more irritable he became.

Selling miserably, begging for mercy, sharing money, worshipping the tricks, he used all the tricks he could think of, and the college students around him just didn't let go.

The answer is always a few words:

"Your bronze is worthless, there's no need to go to jail for it."

"The bell is not important, the tomb behind it is important."

"The cameras are all down, what else do you want?"

In the back, Wu Lao Er is already a little up.

"You have to run today, let your kid see the sinister of society."

There is definitely no chance to run normally, how can the old man compare the speed with the young man, he must take advantage of the terrain, for example, traffic lights!

On the way to the police station, the two passed by a large intersection.

Standing on the safety island, Zhang Yang was still chatting with the old man:

"Uncle, don't feel distressed, if there is really a big tomb behind this thing, you will definitely have a bonus."

"It's not as good as the money from selling bells, but it's safe, and it's possible to be in the newspaper!"

"And I'll tell you the truth, your method of selling things, you will either be deceived or run into the police directly......"

The old man didn't reply, Zhang Yang was about to take a look, and his ears suddenly became lively.

"Hey, hey, come back!" - This is the traffic counselor shouting.

"呲~" - this is the sound of the car slamming on the brakes.

"The old thing is dead!" - This is the driver's scolding.

Zhang Yang turned his head and saw that the uncle in a yellow vest had already rushed to the middle of the crosswalk in a few seconds.

"it!"

Zhang Yang immediately raised his foot and wanted to chase after him, but was forcibly stopped by the persuasion aunt on the side who stretched out her arm.

"What for, what for? I can't see the red light! Auntie yelled loudly.

"No, that person ......" Zhang Yang pointed to the uncle through the endless traffic and said, "He ......"

"It's his business that he runs a red light, you are young, learn from the elderly? Do you want to try, will these cars make you? Seeing that you are only in your twenties, don't you want to live? ”

Auntie's mouth was like a cannon, and she couldn't speak at all.

On the main road, the car drove by, and Zhang Yangmu sent the uncle all the way away.

Uncle, how can I ...... without you? Turn in the bronze bells!

Oh, no, he seems to have been stopped by a counselor across the road?

Zhang Yang thought that there was the light of righteousness, but he only saw the uncle and the counselor across the road, dancing a few times, and left immediately.

The figure disappeared into the sea of people.

At this time, the green light leading to the pedestrian crossing to the police station finally came on.

Zhang Yang glanced at the bag in his hand, thought about it, and decided to leave the matter to a professional to deal with.

……

In the community police station, two policemen received Zhang Yang.

When I didn't see anything, I heard that Zhang Yang got a bronze from the old man at the construction site, and the expressions of the two policemen were already a little subtle.

When Zhang Yang took out the bell, one of the policemen didn't hold back and laughed.

"Uh, what are you laughing at?"

"Excuse me...... I think of happy things. ”

"Oh~" Zhang Yang nodded, although he felt that the expressions of the two policemen in front of him were strange, but he still talked about his "appraisal results".

"This is a bronze horse bell in the early years of the Ming Dynasty......"

"Look at the patina on this, it must have been buried in the soil for many years......

"Look at the soil on this, it should have just been unearthed......"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh."

The two policemen held back a smile and cooperated with Zhang Yang in a somewhat perfunctory manner.

"Don't you believe me?"

Zhang Yang heard this perfunctory, it was too obvious.

"I don't believe it." Police officer A quickly shook his head.

Police officer B took the opportunity to ask Zhang Yang: "This thing, the old man at the construction site, how much did you want?" ”

"It didn't cost anything, as soon as he heard that I was going to take him to the police station, he ran directly through the red light."

"But the camera in our school's security room should have filmed him."

"And what is the point of you turning this thing in?" A asked, "If there is no transaction, it is difficult to characterize it as a fraud!" ”

"Scam? Not this, I want to say, behind this cultural relic, there may be a tomb of the Ming Dynasty. ”

"There may be more artifacts in that tomb......"

"Good, good. Wait, I'll show you something. ”

Police officer A dragged a cardboard box from the wall, and it looked quite heavy.

"These are all fake antiques that I collected this week, and I haven't had time to file them yet."

"Come, look, this jade bowl, jade plate, jade official statue, Buddha statue, jade cup, commonly known as the five-piece set on the construction site, are all sold by the old man on the construction site."

"By the way, there are also upgraded versions, Buddha heads, jade wrenches."

"Bronzes too, look at this."

Police officer B opened another cardboard box, Zhang Yang glanced inside, and was shocked.

Inside is a five-sheep square bottle!

"Outrageous, right?" Police officer A smiled: "But it's rare to see a fake like this big, because many people don't have the courage to buy it." ”

"The current bronzes are all from the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"You see, this is a bronze lamp from the Ming Dynasty and an incense burner from the Qing Dynasty...... I can't put a lot of stuff down! ”

"How can there be so many tombs! Those old men on the construction site took out and sold them, and they were all deceptive. ”

After hearing this, Zhang Yang knew that the two policemen were trying to make him believe that the bronze bell was fake.

He also knew that he was talking about the sky now, and the two people in front of him couldn't believe it.

After half a minute of silence, he thought of a way:

"Since it's fake, can I take it back and sell it?"

"Yes! When handicrafts are sold, you can, it's okay to sell them for a dozen yuan. But when it comes to antique selling, no. ”

The two policemen explained patiently and flamboyantly.

"That's okay, a dozen yuan is quite a lot, enough for me to eat a full meal."

Zhang Yang wrapped the things in the newspaper, put them in the bag, said "thank you" with a smile, and walked out without looking back.

In my heart, I was muttering: treasure hunting, I'm coming!