"Teacher, do you want the beads of the golden silk nanmu?"

"When my car comes out, I'll send you a bunch too?"

Baoyou looked like a polite person, if he hadn't told Zhang Yang that this piece of golden silk nanmu had been pillowed by a dead man, it would have been more polite.

"Thank you brother for your love, you thing, although I am very yang, I can't bear it."

"The Eastern Han Dynasty is really too fierce."

"If you wear it yourself, it's best to ask for a statue of Zhong Kui to keep at home." Zhang Yang said very sincerely.

Send away this treasure friend who has a special hobby for car beads, and the IP of the next treasure holder, showing that others are in England.

As soon as Baoyou came up, he showed everyone a dragon robe hanging in the window.

【Is this in a museum?】

[Hurry up and steal it back, and add the yellow robe directly]

[Five claws for a dragon, this should be a real dragon robe]

"Baoyou, you won't tell me that this is your ancestral dragon robe, right?"

Zhang Yang looked at the bright yellow dragon robe in the video, with three dragons on the front, one on each shoulder, a round neck, a placket on the right side, and a pattern of "twelve chapters", which basically conforms to the characteristics of the dragon robe of the Qing Dynasty.

"Of course not ancestral."

"Actually, I crossed over, I was originally the Yongzheng Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and this is the clothes I used to wear."

Baoyou's tone of speech is very serious, that is, the content of the words is very abstract.

Zhang Yang nodded heavily:

"Yes, yes, Emperor Yongzheng, wearing the dragon robe of Daoguang, this is not the first time you have crossed it!"

"How long have you been experiencing this symptom? Does the family know? ”

"Huh? Is this Daoguang's? Baoyou was surprised by what Zhang Yang said.

He immediately focused his camera on the label under the window.

The label reads "Qing Dynasty; Yongzheng dragon robe; Fifty thousand pounds".

"The era is wrong, or are you wrong, teacher?"

"Are you in an antique shop in England?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

"No, it's a small exchange meeting of traditional costume collections."

Baoyou showed everyone in front of the screen his surroundings, a bit like in a gallery, with all kinds of costumes hanging on the large and small windows on the wall.

There was even knight's armor in the distance.

Near this dragon robe, there are traditional Chinese costumes.

"Teacher, I want to buy a dragon robe and try it on to see if I can find the lost memory."

Baoyou's words are logically self-consistent, and they are very scientific and crazy.

"Then I suggest you buy a few more pieces, and every emperor in the Qing Dynasty will try them." Zhang Yang enthusiastically helped with ideas: "If there is no response, just move forward and try the Ming Dynasty." ”

"That's it......" Bao Youxiang fell into a short thought, and then pointed to the dragon robe hanging in front of him and asked, "Is it a lot of loss to buy this piece for 50,000 pounds?" ”

[This question is a good question, knowing that there will be a loss, there is still salvation]

[Dragon robes are all priceless]

[The real thing is definitely not a loss]

[50,000 pounds, less than 500,000, cheap]

"It's not a lot, it's only half." Zhang Yang gave the answer based on the auction prices in recent years.

"But." He changed his words: "If you can remember where the treasures were hidden when Huang Taiji entered the customs, what is this money?" ”

"Isn't this Daoguang's dragon robe? Even if Huang Taiji and Dolgon hid the treasure, he probably wouldn't remember. ”

"That's fine, Mu Ling knows, right?"

"It's the imperial tomb of Emperor Daoguang, and it hasn't been stolen yet. You know what I mean, right? ”

"Teacher, when you say that, I am a little moved." Baoyou nodded: "That's it, I'll give half of it, and you will also invest half of the shares, and when you get the treasure, we will be six or four points." ”

"Huh?"

Zhang Yang looked up at the top of his head, stretched out his hand and waved it twice in the air, as if he was blocking something.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, just now, your abacus beads almost collapsed in my face."

Qin Shi Huang paid money, and Emperor Daoguang also deserved it?

"You don't know the goods!" Baoyou sighed with some regret.

"Then I can only buy a cheaper one, teacher, look at this."

In the next shot, Baoyou gave a dragon robe with a price tag of 20,000 pounds.

Just by looking at the process, you can know that it is much cheaper than the genuine Daoguang dragon robe just now.

The label given by the store said that this was a "nine-clawed dragon robe in the late Qing Dynasty", and it couldn't even be given a specific date, so it only cost 10,000 pounds.

Zhang Yang looked intently:

「……」

"Year of production: 1918"

"Details: Costumes commonly found in modern folk theatre troupes have rough craftsmanship and have a certain historical value."

"Teacher, can you buy this? I feel like the size fits me perfectly. ”

"You can buy it, and there may be additional income after you buy it."

"What income?" Baoyou asked suspiciously.

"Tips from the audience."

"When this costume is on fire, you put it on, walk around the street, and all kinds of rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves greet you, which is enough for you to fry several dishes."

[Got it, it's modern]

[It's not as exaggerated as the teacher said, there are still people who are afraid of the emperor in modern times]

[Afraid of an egg, drive out the Tartars, and restore China, haven't heard of it? ] 】

Zhang Yang's words made Baoyou fall into deep thought.

His history was taught by his physical education teacher, and he couldn't understand the meaning of Zhang Yang's words.

I still reacted after reading the barrage prompt:

"This is a modern costume, huh?"

"How fresh! The emperor is more or less the master of the common people, can he wear this shoddy thing? Zhang Yang tortured.

"Then I'll go back and buy the 50,000 euro piece."

"Emperor Daoguang, yes, there are twenty-three concubines!" Baoyou muttered.

"Cow, that's what you thought."

Zhang Yang praised Baoyou's targeted historical knowledge, it turns out that some people want to be emperors, just to open a harem?

[Teacher, can you collect 150,000 dragon robes in the Qing Dynasty? 】

After disconnecting the microphone, Zhang Yang's ears suddenly heard the voice of an old watch in Gui Province, a bit like an AI synthesis.

"Who's talking?"

"Boss, this is a voice barrage sent by the audience for thirty yuan." Xu Jie explained in a whisper in the headphones.

In the past few days of going to Neon, the live broadcast room of Comic has launched the eye-catching message function of Xiaopo Station.

In this way, everyone will be happier to consume.

"Leeks have to be cut by my cousin!"

Zhang Yang thought that he had earned fifteen yuan, and he felt very comfortable.

Everyone spent money to leave a message, and he quickly answered the question:

"Baoyou, the dragon robe of the Qing Dynasty also depends on the age, Pu Yi sold it himself, and dug it out of the tomb, it must not be a price."

"You said 150,000, probably in the late Qing Dynasty, the price is a bit high, about 100,000 is acceptable."

"If it is Qianlong and the previous ones, if the things are true, then there is no brains to pick up the leaks!"

[Thank you, husband]

Baoyou sent another voice message, this time the voice was changed to a Lori female voice.

"Stop!" Zhang Yang made a gesture to stop: "It's okay to send a voice barrage to ask me questions, and you don't need to thank you." ”

"You'd rather spend thirty yuan on a barrage than spend a dime on me, I can already feel your sincerity."

(End of chapter)