"You can really hear it!" Baoyou said with a serious face: "If you don't believe the teacher, you can try." ”

"Okay, I'll feel how many waves there are."

Zhang Yang picked up the conch and put his ear up.

Five seconds later, he felt his IQ insulted.

Where does the sound of the waves come from?

There was only the murmur of surrounding voices mixed in.

I could faintly hear Mr. Bai next door angrily scolding the National Treasure Gang.

If there is really such a thing as consecration, Zhang Yang thinks that it may be that Baoyou himself has been consecrated and has auditory hallucinations.

But by all accounts, this thing is right.

And it is the best quality of Tibetan Buddhist cultural relics.

Zhang Yang put the conch back on the table and briefly introduced his judgment to Baoyou:

"This is a Tibetan conch in the Daoguang period, and it is very likely that it is a treasure given by the emperor to the monks in the snow area."

"Daoguang's things, what is the approximate value?"

Bao Youyou didn't seem to be religious, so he even asked for the price.

Zhang Yang can only give a basic reference price:

"The market price of a baby like this is about 150,000."

"But in fact, this is a unique treasure, and if you go to auction, the price will be higher."

"How much did you spend on at the time?"

"I didn't spend any money." Baoyou shook his head.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang looked at the other party suspiciously.

It's not what the aborigines of the snow area look like.

Can such a precious, religious cultural relic be passed down from generation to generation?

"My father was a devout Buddhist, and he paid for the restoration of the golden body of a Buddha statue in an ancient temple."

"This conch was given by the monks in the temple."

[That's almost the same as buying]

[Nonsense, you may not lose so much when you buy]

[Faith is priceless, this wave is a treasure friend]

"It's good, then treasure friend, you can collect it well."

It's hard to recommend a baby like this to be auctioned.

Zhang Yang even felt that Baoyou might have taken things behind his father's back to identify them.

He has encountered such things before.

Many old people like these treasures that need to be "invited", and the main theme is a "faith is priceless".

The bitterness behind it can only be borne by children like Baoyou.

"No, no, no, I'm here for the auction."

Baoyou refuted Zhang Yang's words, and then explained with a wry smile:

"My dad is lying in the hospital right now, and the daily hospitalization fee is several thousand."

"Since the gods and Buddhas can't protect him, then I can only sell his belongings."

"I have a lot of stuff like this."

Bao You lifted a large suitcase from his side.

After opening, there are all kinds of Tibetan Buddhist ritual utensils inside, such as vajra, Dharma drums, Dharma bells, and so on.

There are also various statues, most of which are gilded Buddha statues.

"Was it all your father's invitation?" Zhang Yang asked.

So many gilded things, if you "please", it can't be tens of millions?

"yes." Baoyou nodded helplessly: "My father is in the seafood business, he always feels that he is guilty, and he has been praying to God and Buddha." ”

"Especially when he gets sick later, he throws a lot of money into it......"

"What a fool your dad is." The onlookers behind Baoyou commented in a timely manner.

This assessment is accurate, but it is too heart-wrenching.

Zhang Yang originally thought that there would be a conflict, but he didn't expect Baoyou to turn around and nod approvingly.

It can be seen that Baoyou has already understood.

Zhang Yang didn't waste time, and quickly divided the contents of the box into two piles.

He went on to give a very pertinent opinion:

"This pile is an antique before the late Qing Dynasty."

"I suggest you go backstage and look at the estimated auction price before deciding whether to put it up for auction or not."

"These are all new, you can find the source of things."

"It's not that the new ones are necessarily worthless, some of them are really opened by masters, and the market value is also very high."

"Thank you, teacher!" Baoyou stood up and bowed deeply to Zhang Yang.

"No, no, I wish your father a speedy recovery."

……

[I thought it was funny, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable]

[Actually, it's okay, his pile of things is at least a few million small, do the brothers have this deposit]

[Eat steamed buns mixed with pickles, others are not unfamiliar with your touch]

[Brothers, I realize, feudal superstition is harmful, and when I go back at night, I will smash the son Guanyin]

[I think you just don't want to pay the public grain]

No matter what, after such a deconstruction of the barrage, it suddenly became sour.

Zhang Yang can't say, but he always feels weird.

Forget it, let's still appreciate the treasure.

It's the turn of the old man who commented sharply just now.

The things he took out were wrapped in layers and packed in a small wooden box.

Zhang Yang took a look, and the box was authentic Hainan Huanghuali.

Although it is a modern handicraft, it is worth at least four or five thousand.

Is it the classic "the box is the most expensive, the old man is the oldest"?

"This is my ancestral treasure, a Frenchman paid 100,000 yuan before, and I didn't sell it."

Maybe it's because when he was queuing, the uncle kept bragging about how good his things were with the people around him.

As soon as he finished his introduction, there were people in line behind him, holding their arms and commenting:

"Don't tell stories to deceive the experts, you take out the things and look at them first."

"What are you anxious about?" Uncle said angrily.

He first spread a layer of white cloth on the table in front of Zhang Yang, and then slowly opened the box, full of rituals.

"This is, Golden Dragon?!"

Zhang Yang covered his mouth in surprise.

The uncle looks like a bronze, but he is actually a king.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the most beautiful treasure Zhang Yang has seen today:

Two lifelike golden dragons, head and tail together, formed a circle.

Curly dragon whiskers, vigorous dragon claws, and clearly visible dragon scales......

If it can be paired with glowing special effects, it will be an absolute national treasure!

[This theme, is it good for Longyang? ] 】

[Obviously it is the Legend of Double Dragons of the Tang Dynasty]

[Isn't it, uncle, are you really here? ] 】

"How?" The uncle turned around and said triumphantly to the people around him, "What, what, what? ”

Passerby A: "Handicrafts, what do you have to say?" ”

Viewer B: "I searched on the Internet, 218 yuan." ”

Eat melon C: "Listen to what the experts say first." ”

Zhang Yang saw that the uncle turned around a little disappointedly, and supported him with a smile:

"This is a bronze dragon body in the late Qing Dynasty, no problem, an antique of the Eight Classics."

"You see that these two dragons are in a circle, in fact, it is because this is the base of something, and there should be another thing on it."

"There are still a little signs of wear on the dragon's back."

"Is this for the Emperor?" The uncle asked with concern.

"Almost, the five-clawed golden dragon must be a royal artifact."

"The 100,000 yuan was not sold, is it a loss?"

"It's definitely not a loss, it's no problem to double it now." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Uncle, next, it's time to start a group mockery, right?

Unexpectedly, the uncle just nodded in thanks and silently put the things into the box.

He didn't speak, turned around, raised his head, and "hummed".

The onlookers just now hurriedly retreated to a passage.

The uncle was unhurried, as if he had just been crowned, and slowly walked out of the crowd.

[Coercion I! 】

[Uncle is mighty, this is more than pretending, I am proud of the sky]

[Who was mocking the uncle just now? ] Pull it out and yo-yo]

……

The last treasure friend who came to identify that day was Mao Seventeen.

After seeing that Zhang Yang was an expert in identification, he didn't want to find a relationship and go through the back door, but honestly queued up for several hours.

His phrase "I have been completely transformed" seems to be telling the truth.

Before the identification, Zhang Yang first asked:

"Do I want to turn off the stream?"

What he thinks is: Mao Qiqi has been inside for too long, and he may not know that there are many versions of the cultural relics protection law updated outside.

If you really take out the contraband, you can still persuade him to turn himself in.

But Mao Seventeen said very confidently:

"No, it's all things that you get through the normal way."

He said so, of course Zhang Yang has to trust.

The first piece, a yellow-green jade pendant.

Zhang Yang recognized this kind of thing, the dragon's head silkworm body, a typical [dragon silkworm jade], a popular ornament in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

This jade pendant was supposed to be pale green, but now it has a bit of yellow......

Because there is Tuqin!

Ah, yes, yes, the Spring and Autumn Ancient Jade with Tuqin was bought from a serious channel.

Are you sure you didn't buy it from Mirang?

Here, Mao Qiqi is still concerned about the authenticity of things.

"Anything is okay, right?"

"It's true at a glance, spring and autumn."

"You bought this?" Zhang Yang asked more.

"A friend." Mao Qiqi replied without thinking.

This answer shows that he has indeed studied and knows that the gift is legitimate.

Zhang Yang counted him barely passing.

The second treasure was packed in a long wooden box.

Bronze sword?

When I opened it, it wasn't, but it wasn't much.

It is also a piece of bronze.

It resembles a clown's hat: a bow-shaped metal groove in the middle with curved copper bells on either side.

The green rust is uniform and elegant, with a freshly unearthed beauty.

"This is a bow-shaped vessel, from the early Western Zhou Dynasty."

When Zhang Yang spoke, he glanced at Mao Seventeen.

I can't say it, this is the last side.

The bow was unearthed in the chariot and horse pits of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

In ancient times, cavalrymen tied the bow-shaped part around their waists, and the bends on both sides were used to tie the reins, so that one person could ride a horse + shoot arrows at the same time.

"It's old too!"

Mao Qiqi touched the mustache on his chin, as if he was very happy.

may have found that Zhang Yang was looking at him, and immediately added:

"It was also sent by a friend."

[Is this person a friend of the anchor]

[It doesn't look like a serious person]

[The friend who put the head is a tomb robber, which is very reasonable]

[Script, right?] Who will run to the venue to authenticate the bronzes? 】

Zhang Yang also wanted to ask, why did you come to the venue to identify this kind of bronze artifact from the tomb?

Wouldn't it be nice to take a picture for you?

Now it's okay, there are too many onlookers and aunts, and they are talking about bronzes, so the police on duty have also come over.

But Mao Qiqi didn't seem to realize this.

He's still digging out.

"And huh?" Zhang Yang couldn't believe it.

Ordinary people take out an unearthed cultural relic, which is enough to explain for half a day.

Now Mao Seventeen's third piece is going to be taken out, is this going to live at the police station tonight?

"The last one, help me see if it's from Northern Qi."

Mao Qiqi pointed to a painted pottery warrior riding horse warrior and said.

"Huh? Northern Qi? Does the directivity have to be so clear? ”

Have you found the tomb of Northern Qi?!

Recommend a book of Xianxia

(End of chapter)