"The one in the hall?" Cheng Zongyin was stunned for a moment, thinking of the other party's arrogant smile when he was ridiculed by Master Zhang.

"That funny treasure anchor, he's your researcher here?"

"He's not, are you!" Sister Gao said unceremoniously.

"I really have a background in museum work...... Cheng Zongyin muttered in a low voice, and then asked Sister Gao: "Then do you have any other people here who can take care of things?" ”

"What's up? Am I going to help you go through the whole museum and see how many people are left? Sister Gao was full of firepower: "I see that you are not children anymore, don't you know what time it is?" ”

"Six o'clock, it's time to get off work!"

"There is a Master Zhang who is not satisfied, what more bicycle do you want?"

"The one with long hair, you say, isn't that the truth?"

"Sister, there's nothing wrong with what you said." The second child of the Cheng family nodded, he was in good condition after being transformed, and he did not help his relatives.

"You're kind of a sensible person." Sister Gao gave him a thumbs up, glanced at Cheng Zongyin, and shook her head disdainfully.

Seeing that the other party didn't react, he "cut~" and slipped away.

In the corridor, Cheng Zongyin bit his front teeth and back molars.

In just half an hour, he has been scolded by a total of three people, including his father, in turn, which is the sum of his anger in the past year.

But after all, his age and knowledge are here, and after a long sigh of relief, he slowly calmed down.

He whispered to his younger brother Cheng Laoer:

"It's inconvenient for me to come forward, wait for you to ask the person surnamed Zhang to see if you can contact Director Wang."

"If you really can't get in touch, ask him if the thirty-two pieces can be stored here first, and then cook the raw rice first."

"What are you talking about so much, did I promise you?" Cheng Lao Er simply rejected his eldest brother, and pretended to find a reason:

"That person has been live broadcasting, in case I am recognized by the people in the live broadcast room, I am the tomb robber who entered the palace because of writing a novel, didn't I disgrace the Cheng family again."

"You ......"

Cheng Zongyin wanted to scold angrily, but when he saw Cheng Lao'er's unsparing appearance, the words were blocked in his throat and turned into a long sigh: "Forget it." ”

"This time, I had a direct showdown with him, and even if I thought about it, a researcher wouldn't dare to say anything."

In Cheng Zongyin's eyes, Zhang Yang is at most an Internet celebrity, and he himself is "capital".

The relationship between the two, like the mushrooms growing in the rotten leaves under the towering trees and the trees, is not of the same grade at all.

The wave of finding fault just now, it was he who put his posture too low, this wave of cards played, and the opposite side only swallowed his anger.

But he misjudged Zhang Yang's identity.

Actually, Master Zhang is a lumberjack wearing a hard hat and holding a chainsaw.

In the ceramics museum, I heard that Cheng Zongyin was looking for the curator, Zhang Yang spread his hands and said helplessly:

"The curator, his old man, should be busy at this time, I'm afraid I can't get in touch."

[The curator is off work, the anchor is still at work, it's too hard]

[Master Zhang earned several W's in one night's live broadcast, don't worry too much about the Holy Mother of the barrage]

[Can the anchor let the security guard clear the venue, don't we have any face in the live broadcast room? ] 】

[It's really annoying for someone to come to ask questions]

Cheng Zongyin hid outside the camera, seeing that what Zhang Yang said didn't look like it was fake, and directly identified himself.

No pretending, no showdown, I'm a billionaire, I'm here to donate cultural relics to the museum.

Zhang Yang opened his mouth wide in surprise as he wished:

"It turns out that you are the curator who said that Boss Cheng is coming to donate cultural relics! Disrespectful, disrespectful! ”

"Brothers, the person who is talking to me now is a caring collector who is ready to donate dozens of cultural relics to this museum."

"Come, welcome to Boss Cheng, and tell you a few words."

Zhang Yang made a gesture to give up his position and invited Cheng Zongyin to the camera.

Say a few words? No, expose you.

The boss was alert, shook his head, and went around to the back of the camera, a place that was a little closer to the microphone, but would not appear on camera.

"Thank you for your support, because the donation has not yet been decided, so I will not appear on the camera, so as not to be suspected of selling my reputation."

[Did Master Zhang say that this person's surname is Chen? ] 】

[Brother anterior nasal and posterior nasal voices are not distinguished? The anchor is talking about Cheng]

[Is there a rich person surnamed Cheng in China? ] Is there a big hand to come out and popularize science]

"People always have to keep a low profile, why do you always guess people's names?"

Zhang Yang teased two barrages, then put away his smile and became a little serious.

"Actually, I came today just to be entrusted by the curator to confirm what I want to donate."

"Contemptible is not talented, in addition to being a researcher, he is also a treasure connoisseur anchor. You see, the barrage also said, my nickname is [One Eye Ten Thousand Years]. ”

"It means that as long as it is an object of the last 10,000 years, I can see the age at a glance."

[Who gave this nickname?] Then two points]

[The anchor is making up a barrage again]

[He didn't make it up, the barrage was sent by me (this article is five cents)]

"No problem, it's okay to check it before warehousing, but isn't it good to go live out."

"After all, this is my father's private collection, and I don't really want to be judged."

Cheng Zongyin found a high-sounding reason.

"What Mr. Cheng said makes sense." Zhang Yang showed an expression of understanding, turned his head and said to Xu Jie: "Then turn off the live broadcast." ”

"No, boss." Xu Jie is already familiar with the script: "It's the end of the month, you have been rotten for several days because you were afraid of blowing up the truck, and if you don't broadcast it today, this month's live broadcast task will not be completed." ”

"When the time comes, you will be counted as in breach of contract!"

"Well, as soon as you talk about this, I remember."

Zhang Yang looked helpless and explained to Cheng Zongyin: "I don't know which beast it is, I sent a group of self-detonating trucks to our live broadcast room." ”

Cheng Zongyin's cheeks suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

"Mr. Cheng, if you wait, I'll go off the air at half past eleven in the evening."

Cheng Zongyin decisively refused: "11 o'clock? I don't have time to delay work with you here. If you break the contract, you will break the contract, and it will be a big deal. ”

He wished that Master Zhang would breach the contract, and it would be best for the live broadcast room to be restricted because of this matter.

Zhang Yang looked at Mr. Cheng, and then looked at the barrage in the live broadcast room, showing a very embarrassed look:

"Otherwise, let's compromise."

"Let's pick two pieces at random, broadcast them live to the audience, and if there is no problem, the rest will be directly put into storage."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Zongyin quietly.

He believed that the other party had a ghost in his heart, and if he spot-checked such a good thing for them, the other party would definitely agree.

Sure enough, after thinking about it for a while, Mr. Cheng "reluctantly" agreed to Zhang Yang's method.

"Great, Mr. Cheng, why don't we see a bronze first?"

Cheng Zongyin nodded, but unfortunately he didn't watch the barrage in the live broadcast room, otherwise he would have to hesitate.

[Do you come up and dry the bronze directly?] Fake or sentence! 】

[I'm still wondering, why is Master Zhang's tone so soft today, it turns out that he is holding back here! ] 】

[Wait to see if it's a fraud or a tomb robbery]

Of course, Mr. Cheng is not really without a sense of crisis, and when he was making preparations, he quietly asked Zhang Yang:

"Researcher Zhang, you should know the significance of our donation of cultural relics to your museum, right? Did Director Wang make it clear to you? ”

"Of course, it's not the first time for me." Zhang Yang smiled knowingly.