The Hailin Museum, which was once listed as one of the "12 must-visit attractions in Linhai City", has been deserted a lot recently because of a murder outside the museum.

Several of the museum's old men are gone, as if the museum is going to close tomorrow.

But at such an important time, the actual people of the Hailin Museum, Wang Guosheng and Master Wang, did not stay in the museum to stabilize the morale of the army, but ran to Zhang Yang's studio.

and took the initiative to cooperate with Zhang Yang to live broadcast a treasure.

"Mr. Wang, many treasure friends who come to the live broadcast to appreciate treasures, most of the things they bring are small things of hundreds of yuan, so that you can watch an expert like you, it is a bit like a cannon to fight mosquitoes." Zhang Yang said with some embarrassment.

He didn't really think that Master Wang's coffee position was too big, after all, the quality of the things in the hands of those folk collectors who went to participate in the "Treasure Hunt" was not much different from what Zhang Yang usually identified.

What Zhang Yang is really worried about is that netizens like to work all the time, and the old people's receptivity may not be so strong, and it will not be good for the atmosphere to be awkward at that time.

"Isn't it enough to help people distinguish between the real and the fake of things?"

Master Wang didn't care about Zhang Yang's words, and said with a smile.

"I've watched your show, and a lot of people have come to identify cultural toys, ivory products, and so on. Have you forgotten that I used to be famous for appraising miscellaneous collectibles? ”

Seeing that the old man had even moved out of his name as a "miscellaneous appraisal expert", Zhang Yang had no choice but to agree to live broadcast with him.

Before Master Wang appeared on the scene, he first explained to the netizens in the live broadcast room.

"Brothers, a heavyweight guest is coming today."

"Those things that may send you in, I can only say, you have to be cautious and not explain much."

"Miscellaneous collections, such as bamboo carvings, wood carvings, and the four treasures of the study, you can greet them to your heart's content, with the help of this teacher, I will definitely be able to give you a clear analysis."

[It can't be a police officer who does identification, right? 】

[It may also be a museum]

[Brothers, it's time to take out the heirloom]

[A little shock to the new guests]

"Okay, then let's welcome the first friend who connects the microphone first."

Zhang Yang nodded to accept Lianmai and got up to welcome Master Wang to sit next to him.

His eyes were still on Wang Guosheng, and he saw a very surprised look on the old man's face.

What can make an octogenarian who has been through the wind and frost show such an unexpected expression?

Zhang Yang hurriedly turned around, and what Baoyou showed in the camera made his eyes dark.

On a small round table, there are three old books with yellowed colors and thread bindings side by side, each with the same name "Jin Pingmei Cihua".

"Hey, hey, hey...... Mr. Zhang, may I ask, can you watch this? ”

The one who spoke was a treasure friend with a somewhat green voice, and he shouldn't be very old.

After seeing that the heavyweight guest was an old man with gray hair and an expert appearance, his somewhat angry laughter stopped abruptly and instantly became polite.

If Master Wang is not there, he will definitely be able to watch it, and he will have to watch it with netizens in the live broadcast room.

But now, Zhang Yang was a little speechless for a while.

"I've read all of your books." Master Wang opened his mouth to break the silence.

Well? What's the situation? Is there any way to this book?

Zhang Yang hurriedly observed, and sure enough, these books have a saying.

Thread-bound book in traditional Chinese characters, production date, 1933?

Seeing Zhang Yang's serious look, Master Wang tilted his head and asked him, "Have you seen it before?" ”

"No, no." Zhang Yang quickly denied: "Teacher Wang, you can talk about this, I don't have any research on these books." ”

"I can only see that these books should be from the last century, the thirties and forties. It is not easy to survive the war and still be so well preserved. ”

"It's not easy." Master Wang sighed: "This kind of book, when it was three or three years old, was raised by the [Yanjing Ancient Publishing Association] and published by the Confucian Library in Yanjing, and only 120 sets were printed. ”

"Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Zheng Zhenduo, both of them have bought one set."

"This set of books is also what we now commonly call Wanli books."

[, awe! 】

[Who is this old gentleman, it's like I've experienced it myself]

[Master Wang Guosheng, you don't know each other? I learned art in a pawnshop in Yanjing City since I was a child, and I haven't seen anything]

[Isn't Master Zhang upside down? How can people at this level know]

"This treasure bearer, is this something that you have passed down from your family, or did you buy it yourself?"

"Are there only three of them? A set should be ten copies. Master Wang asked softly.

Baoyou didn't rush to answer, but asked Zhang Yang: "Master Zhang, this is not illegal, right?" ”

"You won't wait for me to spread unhealthy information, just invite me to tea, right?"

Zhang Yang was amused, it had been two minutes in a row, and now he was worried about whether it was too late.

However, he still calmed Baoyou's uneasy heart:

"Brother, an uncut version of your book can't be released publicly, but it's okay for you to look at it under the covers, just pay attention to your body."

"Listen, your voice is a little weak."

"Ah~ It's okay." Baoyou breathed a long sigh of relief: "This is what I found in the relics of my grandfather, who used to study at Yenching University. ”

"It seems to be a scholarly family." Master Wang nodded.

"Teacher, do these things have value now?"

"This ......" Zhang Yang looked at Master Wang: "Can you say it?" ”

This kind of thing, what kind of policy it is, Zhang Yang really doesn't know.

Master Wang smiled slightly and said, "It's a pity that your set is not complete, otherwise it would be worth a lot of money to go through the auction channel." ”

"For the time being, it is recommended that you collect these books yourself."

[Hahaha, what else does he collect after reading it]

[The literary value is actually quite high]

[This is Lanling's masterpiece with a smile, I have a set of deleted versions in my own collection]

"Okay, thank you, teacher."

Baoyou understands very well and does not have too many entanglements.

……

"Ahem, brothers, pay attention."

Zhang Yang pretended to cough twice to remind the audience in the live broadcast room to pay attention to the next occasion.

"I forgot to introduce to you, today's guest is a well-known miscellaneous appraisal expert in China, Mr. Wang Guosheng."

"Teacher Wang's insight is here, everyone cherish such an opportunity, don't waste it."

"Come, welcome to the next friend."

The pixel of the second Baoyou's mobile phone is a bit low, and he didn't focus on it for a long time, and finally simply pulled the lens up, and finally shot it clearly.

The treasures he brought were packed in six small red cardboard boxes arranged in a row.

"Baoyou, what are you loading?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Hello two teachers, these are six, I bought them before, Angong Niuhuang Pill."

The person on the other end of the video is a middle-aged man with a northern accent.

"I'll go!" Zhang Yang glanced at Teacher Wang in surprise, and the latter nodded at him.

Meaning, Master Wang also recognized that this was a good treasure.

This kind of thing, logically speaking, should be directly shown to Wang Guosheng, after all, the old man must be very familiar with this kind of "magic medicine" that is often said by the folks.

However, at the beginning, Wang Guosheng told Zhang Yang that he was not here to dominate, so Zhang Yang still came at his own pace.

According to his usual habits, Zhang Yang first asked the origin:

"Baoyou, where are you from?"

"This is the medicine I bought when I was 74 years old and was produced in 73 years."

[Seventy-three years, I haven't been born yet]

[I was just one year old at the time]

[My dad is seventy-two]

[The two fathers and sons in front of you don't want to recognize each other]

"Where is this produced, domestic, or Goryeo?"

"Domestic, local Yingkou Traditional Chinese Medicine Factory produced."

"How much did you buy this at the time?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

The eldest brother took out a red invoice, pointed to the words on it and said: "When I bought it at that time, one was two yuan, one dime and three yuan, and six pieces were more than twelve yuan in total." ”

"So cheap!" Zhang Yang thought of the low prices in 73 years, but he didn't expect it to be so low.

The big data next to it shows that Angong Niuhuang Pill, before 93 years, was auctioned at more than 10,000 yuan because of the extra "rhinoceros horn" medicinal materials.

And the lot with the medicine age in the hands of this treasure friend, an Angong Niuhuang Pill in the 60s, was auctioned at a sky-high price of 110,000 yuan.

[At that time, the salary was only thirty yuan]

[I've made a fortune]

[Two dollars for seven years, the purchasing power is about the same as the current two thousand]

[Isn't this expired?]

Looking at the barrage when it came to the issue of expiration, he touched on the blind spot of Zhang Yang's knowledge, and he immediately humbly asked Master Wang on the side.

"Mr. Wang, will this medicine expire?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Guosheng seemed to be thinking about something, and did not reply immediately.

Or Baoyou answered the question first: "This one is sealed with wax, it shouldn't expire!" ”

"It won't expire, in that era, this medicine was very well sealed." Master Wang came back to his senses and continued Baoyou's words.

"Teacher, how much can I sell this thing for now?"

"I looked on the Internet, and now it is made of artificial bezoar, and it sells for 900 yuan a piece." Baoyou asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Actually, there are two price ......"

Zhang Yang talked about the auction and the price of the actual drug itself, and left it to Baoyou to make his own judgment.

[This medicine can be sold for hundreds of thousands outside the intensive care ward]

[Angong Niuhuang Pill is good to use, it can really continue life]

[My grandfather spent 50,000 yuan to buy two 91-year-old ones two years ago]

[Actually, it's really hard to say this thing of Chinese medicine, let's see the wisdom]

……

"I'll look at the time, it's half past three, it's a little late. Teacher Wang, let's go out to eat after two more appraisals? ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, aren't you enough to open your eyes today?" Zhang Yang responded to the barrage's words with a smile.

Mainly considering Master Wang's age, it is not a way for him to sit like this all the time.

"Come, this treasure friend called the Wine Sword Immortal, are you here to identify the bronze sword?"

"I'm here to authenticate the wine." Baoyou said in a flamboyant voice: "Isn't the teacher going out to eat?" That's not a whole two mouthfuls of Moutai. ”

As he spoke, he gave the camera to a classic milky white glass bottle of Moutai.

It is different from ordinary Moutai, with two red ropes tied to it, and the strings say "Special Wine for GWE Organ Service Bureau".

"To tell you the truth, I don't even dare to pronounce these words on you." Zhang Yang pretended to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"I'm afraid that the Internet police in the live broadcast room are too sensitive."

[Read, if something happens, we'll bring you food]

[This treasure friend has a bit of a background]

"Teacher, can this be identified?" Baoyou asked.

"Yes, you turn the bottle over and I'll look at the production date behind it."

Zhang Yang has determined that this bottle was produced in 2013.

If it matches the production date of this sake, there is a high probability that there is no problem with the thing.

Baoyou turned the bottle over and saw that it read "2009", and frowned.

"Baoyou, I don't know about wine, but if I look at it, this thing should be a little problematic, and this production year should be a false standard."

"Isn't it '09? I lit this bottle, and it was quite transparent, not the same as the current Moutai bottle. ”

"Brother, is it so important that the glass is impermeable?"

Zhang Yang suspected that this treasure friend might have seen too much porcelain identification.

"Haha, I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot it was glass."

Baoyou laughed awkwardly twice, and took out a black, brick-like thing from the table next to him.

"Actually, I want to ask two teachers to help me see this brick inkstone."

The so-called brick inkstone is an inkstone carved with ancient bricks as the material, which is generally an ancient brick in the Qin and Han dynasties, after all, modern bricks have little value.

Zhang Yang's brow furrowed again.

I have seen a lot of things, and the obvious old objects are different, such as the brick inkstone in front of me, and the quaint atmosphere is blowing in my face.

"Is there an inscription on this? Generally, this kind of brick will be written to understand the origin, otherwise it is not valuable. ”

"Yes." Baoyou flipped the stone inkstone, pointed to the big characters engraved on it and said:

"What is written on it is [Han Jian'an's first year of rebuilding Luoyang Palace]."

[Hahahaha, this person is really smart]

[Spiral chatting exploded]

[This is a Han brick, something that opens the door wide]

"Is it the first year of Jian'an? Wait a minute, brother, I'll see what year it is. ”

Zhang Yang looked at the representative of the next year, the first year of Jian'an, 196 AD, and the "production time" of this brick is 195 years.

That's right!

"Brother, where did you get this?"

"Ancestral." Bao You's answer is like a stream.

Zhang Yang gave him a thumbs up: "This is a statement to the police, we two brothers, is it necessary?" ”

"Tell me, where did you get this?"

"It's really ancestral."

"Ancestral Falls?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"No, my ancestor was an official in charge of salt taxes in five provinces during the Daoguang period, and there used to be a plaque given by Emperor Daoguang on the door, this kind of thing, there were many in the family before, and they were all lost."

[Emperor of Stealing Light? What a ruthless grave robber]

[As this guy spoke, his voice suddenly trembled]

[Hahaha, the old nine gates certified by the emperor are right]

"Brother, you're not going to wait to take out the Hair Mound Seal given by Emperor Daoguang, are you?"

"No, it's really ancestral." Baoyou swore and said.

"Can you help me see how much this thing is worth now?"

"Money? This kind of ......"

Zhang Yang just wanted to quote the price, this is a thousand pieces.

But Master Wang suddenly pressed his hand under the table and gave him a subtle look.

Then, the old man asked, "This treasure bearer, are you from Central Plains Province?" Have you ever stayed on Zhongzhou Middle Road in Luoyang City? ”

As soon as the voice fell, the friends who connected the microphone disconnected directly......

There is still a chapter in the early morning, striving for a daily change of 8k

(End of chapter)