Literary play tycoon, this brother is also in Yangcheng?

As for why it happened to be in Huadu, Zhang Yang could figure it out.

He has long felt that the cultural tycoon is a senior practitioner in the industry.

The production of dzi and meteorite requires a large amount of cheap industrial raw materials, and of course factories are built in industrial parks with the highest profits.

Zhang Yang hurriedly added a friend of the literary tycoon.

The other party passed his friend request in seconds, and then immediately played the voice call request, as if waiting for him.

There is a high probability that he is silently watching the group.

"I've finally waited for you, Master Zhang."

"Are you waiting for me? Tycoon? ”

When Zhang Yang said this, he seemed to smell a heavy smell of conspiracy.

Sure enough, the cultural play tycoon happily admitted that he was the one who reported it.

The reason is that the owner of the factory that produces dzi stopped his car on the road and scolded him in turn.

He can't afford road rage on the road, but it's different when he's not on the road.

It is estimated that "Lao Zhang" is in the detention center, and he can't figure out if he wants to break his head, he provoked others like this.

As for why he deliberately used a flamboyant name, it was because the cultural game tycoon had a customer who made this request.

"Which customer with cerebral palsy?"

"Boss Ming."

"Oh, so I don't think I'm wrong."

In Zhang Yang's opinion, he has no grievances with them, why provoke himself?

"This matter, in fact, Master Zhang, you didn't handle it yourself."

The tycoon explains the source of this "gratuitous" trouble:

"The most hated thing about them, the rich people in extralegal places, is that some people use the domestic system to restrain them."

"Because it means they're white."

"If you keep mentioning to him the protection of cultural relics or something, he must hate you!"

Ah, this ......

Fallacious reasoning!

After Zhang Yang listened to the words of the literary tycoon, he directly stiffened a carp and sat up from the bed.

Spend a dime on treasure and want me to take care of your emotions in every way?

"Boss Ming, he's on your side now?" Zhang Yang inquired.

If you are not in China, how can you know about the crime of the cultural game tycoon in such a timely manner?

Zhang Yang remembers very clearly that there is also a bronze owl in the other party's hands.

Didn't you say you wanted to donate at the time? Now's your chance.

"I ran early, and he got a travel visa."

"It's a pity." Zhang Yang sighed.

"Then you should give me an explanation now, Baoyou?"

Zhang Yang knows that if you take what kind of moral bottom line you use to restrain a person who does literature and business, people will only ask you:

How many meters can the bottom line sell?

It's better to be practical.

It's okay to take my name to fight fakes and take care of the emotions of customers.

The account can be counted on the head of Boss Ming, but the loss of reputation has to be compensated.

"Teacher, don't worry, I'm very sensible, give me the address, and I'll send you a gift by the same city express immediately."

"It can't be a souvenir, right? I'll ask the police to help open it. ”

Zhang Yang reminded the other party, don't play tricks, because the other party is here, and his credit has gone bankrupt.

"It's the Buddha head of the Ming Dynasty, have you forgotten?"

"Boss Ming really donated?"

"Donate a fart, say an idea, and throw it to me." The tycoon said angrily.

Oh? It turns out that you were also cheated.

I finally thought of returning the Buddha's head, and Zhang Yang's opinion of him changed slightly.

But something more important immediately occurred to him:

"How did you Buddha head get in?"

"When this thing passes through customs, you can check it casually and you will know that it is a stolen cultural relic!"

"How you get out, how you get in." The literary tycoon said lightly.

The gray industry seems to be a no-brainer in their eyes.

As for why the Buddha's head became piercing, it was mainly because of a higher-level power, the State Administration of Cultural Heritage.

"Then I won't accept your gift." Zhang Yang rejected the other party's so-called gift.

What a gift, nice to say. In fact, I just want to find a free and safe way to return things.

"Teacher, you send it back for a great job!" The literary tycoon also wants to demagogue.

"Yes, yes, yes, then someone asked me where I got my things, can I confess you?"

"No, why do I use the word offering, you should have paid it back!"

Zhang Yang thought of the right way to deal with it:

"Within three days, send it back to its original place, or someone will come to your door to invite you."

……

The third day of the treasure appreciation activity.

Zhang Yang felt a little tired.

I always feel that the cultural play tycoon has arranged people, just like Truman's world, in the morning, I basically come to see the cultural play.

Most of them are contemporary crafts, the kind that are fake at first glance.

But the treasure bearers were lined up anyway, and they were cheated of money, and Zhang Yang couldn't say that he didn't look at it.

That's it, the treasure holders in line are still pinching each other.

After all, the three of us all have nine-eyed dzi beads for identification, so they can't all be true, right? Isn't the nine-eyed dzi worthless?

At one point, someone guessed each other's zodiac signs at the scene:

"You're a pig", "You're a dog", "You're a chicken......

Zhang Yang waited, waited, and finally when it was almost time to eat, he waited for a real thing.

Painted bronze head (door buckle).

This is the most like coming out of the tomb among the things Zhang Yang has seen for so long.

The reason is very simple, normal people who nail such a thing on the door can scare people to death in the middle of the night.

A statue of a dragon and a lion's head, grinning with bared teeth and a hideous face.

A kitten rolled up in its nose.

With short claws hanging on both sides, it looks a little evil.

It's a bit like the mask of the legendary Lanling King.

"Name: 魌 (qi一) 魌 (qi一) head painted bronze auxiliary head"

"Material: brass, various mineral pigments"

"Production time: 629 years"

"Details: Derived from the masks on traditional rituals, the head became a commonly used statue on the tomb door in the Tang Dynasty, which had the effect of warding off evil spirits and epidemics and preventing the qi of the deceased. This bronze statue of the head of the tomb uses the painting technique commonly used in the Tang Dynasty, highlighting the noble identity of the tomb owner."

"Baoyou, do you know what this is?" Zhang Yang pretended to be very casual and asked.

In fact, the level of vigilance has been raised.

[What else do you ask, the ancestral heirloom]

[Which son of the dragon is this thing?] 】

[It feels like something from the temple, with a hideous face]

[Note that the paintings on it have fallen off, it should be an old thing]

There are people in the barrage who are analyzing the characteristics of the thing itself, and Zhang Yang is very pleased.

But no one recognized it, it was a skull.

Of course, Baoyou didn't know each other, and he said that it was a fox.

It is indeed very similar, especially the small claws on both sides, which are very consistent with the characteristics of ordinary raccoon statues.

But the lack of fangs doesn't make sense, and the cat on the nose doesn't make sense.

You must know that cats were called raccoon dogs in the Tang Dynasty, and they had spirituality, but they could not be used indiscriminately.

"In fact, this is an image that evolved from the masks worn by people in ancient sacrificial ceremonies, called the head." Zhang Yang introduced.

"It's a bronze cast and colored head."

"It's obviously an old thing, but it doesn't seem to exist in the yang world, right?"

"Friends, can you introduce the origin of the thing?"

For the sake of order at the scene, Zhang Yang did not say that this is 100% of the things unearthed in the tomb.

It was even nailed to the door of the tomb to deter tomb robbers.

Now in broad daylight, it's not its fault that it's ugly, and it's not good to scare people.

"Ancestral." Baoyou replied.

"Is it at home, or is it underground?"

"At home, of course. For as long as I can remember, this thing has been at home. ”

Baoyou's answer is simply a standard answer.

Regardless of whether you have it or not, you just keep it at home anyway, and add the weight of your age to this thing first.

Zhang Yang glanced at this treasure friend, who should be less than forty years old.

If it is a normal transaction, it is equivalent to guaranteeing that the history of the baby is more than forty years.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a picture."

Zhang Yang put things flat and used big data to identify them to see if there were any similar collections.

And it turned out to be true.

In a medium-sized museum in the beautiful country, there is the same model.

The same shape, the same ornamentation, and Baoyou, how to look at it, it is the original match on the tomb door!

"You look at this?"

Zhang Yang handed the search results to Baoyou for his own peruse.

It's all in plain sight.

"It turns out that this is from the Tang Dynasty." Baoyou's focus was a little strange, and he asked, "Teacher, is this thing worth anything?" ”

[This price asks, there is a kind of beauty with a lack of brains]

[It's another day for a pure layman to ask for the price of real things]

[Can you determine the source of this piece of Baoyou?]

Zhang Yang only remembered when he saw the barrage, it turned out that there were more than 10,000 people in the live broadcast room, waiting for the identification results.

His Fuling mustard is not very qualified.

Zhang Yang hurriedly showed the results of the tablet search to the barrage:

"After reading it, everyone will also think about it, this treasure friend, saying that this is his ancestral treasure."

"But the other half, in the beautiful country."

Bao You couldn't help but wipe his forehead.

There should be sweat, but because the air conditioner is turned on too much, it is a bit cold there.

Cold?!

"Expert, don't make up your mind, I can explain."

"The one in the beautiful country was sold by my grandfather, and my dad knew about it, and it was still WG'......"

A tomb robbery case from the 60s is about to surface.

"Stop, stop."

Zhang Yang wanted to hear this story, but considering that the super tube of the comic was super sensitive, he still forgot it.

There are a few things that happen in time that can't be said outside the background.

"Baoyou is wronged by you, have lunch with me?" Zhang Yang took the initiative to send out an invitation.

Let's stop here in the morning, and if we continue to talk, we're going to record a confession again.

[Is it also aggrieved to eat? I also want to suffer such grievances]

[Got it set?] That's the Hongmen Feast]

[Brothers, let's get a glue first, see you in the afternoon]

……

In the afternoon of the same day.

Zhang Yang watched Baoyou get into the police car.

It shouldn't be a big problem, after all, Baoyou's father and grandfather have passed away, and he swears that he has never sold them.

"If you want to sell me as a couple, sell it together, and keep one in your hand as evidence of the crime?"

Zhang Yang felt that Baoyou's statement was very reasonable.

Baoyou also felt that Master Zhang was weird, and personally sent him to the police car.

He even agreed with Zhang Yang that he would bring other antiques at home for appraisal tomorrow.

This self-confidence was appreciated even by the police on duty, saying:

Never wronged a good person;

will never let go of any bad guy who sells the precious cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty abroad.

"This Pliman is a bit targeted!" Zhang Yang suddenly felt that Baoyou's prospects were not so clear.

Thank you all for your monthly passes!

(End of chapter)