"Ox Warrior, about thirty years old, wears a mask all the time."

"The phone number is Yanjing's, but it has been cancelled."

"With this information, if I can find this person, Sherlock will have to call my grandfather when he comes."

When he left Neon, Zhang Yang went through all the things of the past few days in his heart.

To say that the stolen goods are stolen artifacts from the Helin Museum sounds a bit of nonsense.

But when you have the Cultural Relics Bureau that Zeng Gong helped to contact and the embassy that Chen Yanguang helped to contact to support you, it becomes very reasonable.

Daisuke Tokugawa eventually admitted that there were 31 artifacts that he had bought from suspected thieves.

Zhang Yang checked the real thing, and the years were all in the early Western Zhou Dynasty, and the latest was 873 BC.

The Tuqin of the metal artifacts and the jade artifacts are also consistent with the previous bronze artifacts, and it is basically certain that they were unearthed in the same pit.

However, there are still quite a lot of cumbersome procedures for the subsequent transfer of stolen cultural relics.

Zhang Yang returned to China first, and waited for the embassy to slowly push back.

It's a relatively happy ending.

When I returned to the office the next day, all three employees had arrived.

Everyone's face was filled with excited smiles.

It seems that everyone has had a good week.

Everyone is waiting for Zhang Yang's live broadcast and asking him: When is the next team building/publicly-funded tour?

"Look at the benefits of our live broadcast room, the more money you make, the faster your next trip will come." Zhang Yang first draws a cake here.

"Hurry up." Sister Gao ate the cake so quickly, and made a welcoming gesture towards the dressing room: "I'll paint you a beautiful makeup for the boss today." ”

"I think it's beautiful makeup?"

Zhang Yang followed a lyric in his heart.

When he came out of the dressing room, the afternoon live broadcast began immediately.

The first treasure friend who came up said that the things he brought would be the oldest antiques Zhang Yang had ever seen.

The sense of anticipation is full!

What he shows in the camera is a dark red clay pot with many black lines painted on it.

"My parents said that this is something from Majiayao, which is very right."

【Majiayao? Yangshao culture? 】

[Neolithic things, how good can the source be]

[I'm in Lintao, this kind of thing did unearth a lot back then]

"Turn around and I'll take a look."

The cultural relics of the Neolithic period, Zhang Yang really has not studied.

The cans are painted with many vertical eye-like ornaments, apparently by the ancients who were still in a matriarchal society, and expressed their worship of a certain organ in this way.

And the message shown in this clay pot is:

"Date of production: 2949 B.C.e."

It turned out to be a cultural relic with a history of nearly 5,000 years.

Emperor Xuanyuan hadn't even been born at that time!

"Baoyou, are you still in China?" Zhang Yang asked worriedly.

"It's here, it's in Chang'an."

"Oh, don't panic when someone knocks on the door." Zhang Yang comforted: "I estimate that researchers from the museum will come to the door and borrow this thing." ”

"Huh? Do you have to collect this too? My parents said they used to buy it at the antiquities store. ”

The cultural relics store in Baoyou's mouth is a state-owned antique store.

In the mid-90s of the last century, when I went to the cultural relics store to buy something, I could pick up the leak when I bought it with my eyes closed.

For example, in the cultural relics store in Nanjing, someone spent ten gold bars in exchange for one billion yuan blue and white flowers;

There is also a cultural relics store in Yangzhou, where eighteen pieces of Yuan Dynasty Ji blue glazed white dragon plum vases are now hidden in the museum, and each bottle has a separate exhibition hall;

The most powerful has to be the head office of the Hunan Provincial Cultural Relics Store, which has purchased a total of 11 national first-class cultural relics.

"If the way is so right, then the family can really only borrow it." Zhang Yang told Baoyou: "The clay pots of Yangshao culture, people mainly study the totems on them. ”

"Do you have a fish pattern on it? It is a human face in the middle, and the face is surrounded by fish bones. ”

[Is the fishing guy's totem? 】

[If there is really a mermaid pattern, it may not just be borrowed]

[If there is no special totem, it will only be twenty or thirty thousand yuan]

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, Baoyou immediately began to look for the can.

But apart from the vertical eye lines, there are no other ornaments.

"It's a pity, it's right."

"Chinese culture has been up and down for 5,000 years, and your pottery is almost the same age, so I suggest that you collect it well."

"And what if they have to turn me in?" Baoyou asked worriedly.

"Impossible, if someone calls and asks you to force you to turn it in, it must be a fraud, you just call the police."

……

[Why don't you have to hand in what you buy from a cultural relics store?]

"Think about it, who did you hand over your cultural relics?"

Zhang Yang picked a barrage with the most screen swipes in the live broadcast room and answered.

"Is it for museums? Or the Bureau of Cultural Relics? No, it's nationalized. ”

"Then what you buy from a state-owned antique store is officially recognized as your private property."

"Don't you understand this?"

Zhang Yang scolded the barrage, and when he saw the ID of applying for Lianmai Baoyou, he was interested.

"Welcome to the first generation of [Cyber Unloading Lux Aircraft]."

"Zhang's head, something is wrong!" As soon as Baoyou came up, he was babbling.

"What's the matter?"

"Do you remember that I used to take the beads and bracelets of the gloomy wooden cart and sell them to a boss surnamed Yang in Guangdong Province?"

As soon as Baoyou said this, Zhang Yang remembered.

The name of his own unloading leader was made by this treasure friend.

His name as the "first generation of aircraft" is also worthy of its name.

"What's the matter, Boss Yang?" Zhang Yang guessed.

"That's not true, but his family's business, a group called Guiyuan, seems to be a thunderstorm."

Zhang Yang: "......"

Then it might as well be karma!

[The culprit has been found]

[Fan behavior, anchor pays]

[Master Zhang, no one really can protect you this time]

"Baoyou, don't take this kind of thing on yourself, we have to break feudal superstitions."

Zhang Yang motivates Baoyou, saying:

"Not to mention the beads of the gloomy wooden car, even if you use other people's coffin boards as bed boards, you can still sleep soundly."

"Boss, that's what I thought, too." Baoyou agreed.

He took out a square pillow-shaped object and displayed it in front of the camera.

The surface of the object has a distinct wood texture.

"What's the matter with the picture quality of your mobile phone, did you shoot it with a smart door lock?"

Zhang Yang stared at it for a long time, it was too blurry.

"This is the love I just changed, it seems that I can't focus, I'll take a look at it from a distance."

Baoyou raised the perspective and finally focused.

"Handle, it's a wooden pillow."

"I know it's a pillow, but have you forgotten to tell me where this thing came from?"

"Dead man's pillow, don't you know this?" Baoyou said confidently.

Xieling Lux is so fierce.

After Zhang Yang listened, his heart did not fluctuate at all.

He's used to it.

The item information shows that this is a golden silk nanmu pillow from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

As for why it is in the tomb, it depends on the treasure friend himself.

Zhang Yang hasn't started to ask yet, Baoyou can't wait:

"Put the head, the material of this pillow, can you drive the beads?"

"What do you mean, now you have to use the dead man's used things to carrier beads?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

"That's not what it meant." Baoyou explained: "I feel that it's not feudal superstition, just this kind of thing, there is always a bit of saying." ”

"I want to give the beads to a few bosses, wishing them good health and all the best."

"I'll go, your idea is too dark."

Zhang Yang pursed his lips and quickly pulled the topic away, he couldn't keep talking about this kind of thing.

"You better explain how the things came about. This is the material of golden silk nanmu, and those who can use it as a pillow are either rich or expensive. ”

"Let's talk about it, the tombs of the Eastern Han Dynasty, are they easy to dig?"

"Damn! Jin Si Nanmu, then I earned it! ”

Baoyou laughed, and then there was the sound of metal colliding on his side.

It turned out that he had taken out a silver ingot.

"I didn't dig it, I exchanged it with my co-workers."

"I just took a piece of silver ingot like this in exchange, I shouldn't have lost anything, right?"

[Golden silk nanmu is definitely not worth silver]

[To be precise, I bought it with silver ingots, just like the ancients]

[This ingot of silver was enough to marry an aunt's wife in ancient times, so you just bought a piece of wood? 】

"You're not a silver ingot, brother."

"The copper-nickel alloy has a little lead, and it doesn't grow if you touch it too much."

"If you exchange this, people will die!"

Zhang Yang pretended to sigh, this treasure friend is not authentic.

"But I also bought this silver ingot from a worker." Baoyou hurriedly explained: "If it's fake, it's a group product." ”

"Rumors, pure rumors, the group's silver ingots are lead-free, very environmentally friendly."

Zhang Yang took out a silver ingot produced by the group from under the table and displayed it in front of the camera.

He has identified things, and the ingredients of this piece in Baoyou's hand are indeed different.

"If you say it doesn't contain lead, it doesn't contain it? Unless you lick it! Baoyou questioned.

"Huh~ You're too perverted." Zhang Yang shook his head: "Let's talk about your Eastern Han Dynasty and golden silk nanmu pillows." ”

"Because I feel like if you don't tell the truth anymore, Primman is going to go to the police."

Baoyou was choked by Zhang Yang, was silent for two seconds, and told the truth:

"This was assigned to me a few years ago when I was working on a construction site in Hunan Province."

"I've been putting it under the bed in my hometown, and I'm taking it out for the first time today."

"Do you remember where you found it?" Zhang Yang asked.

Baoyou shook his head and said that he was working as a small worker on the construction site at that time, and he would go wherever there was work.

"I envy you people who have bad memories." Zhang Yang touched his chin and said.

If what Baoyou said was true, the police found that the source of this thing was indeed unknown.

There is a high probability that the thing will belong to him in the end, and even if it is the Cultural Relics Bureau, it can only persuade him to hand it over.

Thanks to the book friend miny555 and book friend 1827 for the 100 coin reward! Thank you all for your monthly passes!

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