"No way, this is what I auctioned!" Baoyou swore and said.

When he first entered the industry, Zhang Yang heard the word "auction", and he muttered in his heart.

But now, Baoyou's words can't even make a ripple in his heart.

Anyone who does not say which auction house they are "auctioning" in will be used as an excuse or a pheasant auction company.

And those pheasant auction companies in China, to put it bluntly, are basically antique dealers with a bit of access, wearing the skin of an auction house.

"The auction is not true, your piece is imitating the collection of a well-known museum in China."

"I've seen the real thing offline."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he quietly waited for the feedback from Baoyou.

At this time, normal friends will silently put away their things and leave in a gloomy manner;

Unreasonable treasure friends will scold Zhang Yang for not knowing the goods, saying that he is not level;

The treasure friends of the National Treasure Gang will tell everyone that what is in the museum is fake, and what is his is real;

The treasure friend in front of him reacted very specially, and he suddenly realized:

"Ah, yes, yes, this is the real thing in that museum, and it was clearly written at the time of the auction."

Then, he took out a neatly folded piece of white paper, and when he unfolded it, there was a description of the lot.

It says that this copper seal is a cultural relic in the collection of the Hailin Museum, and it had to be sold because the museum was not well managed.

There was even a photo of the stamp when it was still in the glass display case.

"Bad management?" When Zhang Yang saw these four words, he felt very dazzling.

Because the Hailin Museum is now run by him, isn't this equivalent to saying that he has no ability?

Zhang Yang had to take out a business card:

"I'm the deputy director of this museum, and I'm pretty sure that the real thing is still in the museum."

Baoyou took the business card and was directly stunned.

He looked up, his mouth trembling, as if he wanted to speak, but he didn't know how to speak.

"It's okay, don't be nervous. You should have been scammed, how much did you spend on the auction at that time? ”

"Plus commission, a total of eighty-five thousand." Baoyou replied.

"How dare you deceive......"

Zhang Yang made a gesture of please and pointed to the staff next to him:

"Come with him, just go to the police and register. There is still a chance to recover the money. ”

This matter, if you meet during the live broadcast, Zhang Yang will definitely add a friend of Baoyou and have a good chat.

Dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head? Give the liar face.

But now it's at the event site, so many people are waiting, and calling the police directly is the best choice.

Sending away the deceived treasure friend, the next person to appreciate the treasure is a gorgeously dressed eldest sister.

From the leather bag she was carrying, she took out a brown-red wood carving.

"This is a fine agarwood pen holder." The eldest sister told Zhang Yang.

"Even though it's been hundreds of years, you can still smell the faint fragrance on it."

Zhang Yang was looking at the ornamentation on the pen holder.

The plum blossoms on it are quite well carved, and it looks like the whole wood has been hollowed out.

When he heard the eldest sister say that this was agarwood, and there was a fragrance, he subconsciously leaned in and smelled it.

I'll go!

The pungent smell of cheap perfume hits the face.

Zhang Yang took a closer look, and the bottom of the pen holder seemed to be soaked with some liquid.

You don't have to think about it to know that it's a perfume leak.

He raised his head and glanced at the eldest sister, what kind of person is this, such a bad thing.

"This shouldn't be agarwood, the fragrance on it is definitely not the taste of agarwood."

"Really? That's Huanghuali. The eldest sister replied indifferently, as if she was getting an answer.

"That's even more impossible."

Zhang Yang waved his hand and put down the pen holder:

"Huanghuali is not such a texture, and with such a thick Huanghuali, no one will hollow out the middle."

"It doesn't matter what kind of material it is, expert, you can help me see how much this thing is worth, just do it."

The tone of the eldest sister gives people the feeling of being in a pawnshop.

After publicizing the treasure for so long, the first time I saw someone was impatient than himself.

But it's still a good thing.

"Boxwood carvings in the Guangxu period." Zhang Yang replied briefly.

"What about the price? How much can it be sold for? The eldest sister urged.

"Without the smell of this perfume, if it is restored to its original appearance, it can be sold for at least 60,000 ......"

Before Zhang Yang's words fell, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man wearing a sports vest, squeezing all the way to the front of the team.

came up without saying a word, pulled Sister Jianbao's arm, and made her body rotate one hundred and eighty degrees.

Then he rounded his arms, "snapped" a big mouth, and beckoned.

The eldest sister was slapped in the face, but she didn't stand firmly, she stumbled and sat directly on the ground.

Seeing this scene, a thought emerged from everyone present:

Stimulate! It's lively now!

Not only did the people in line make room for the man and woman, but Zhang Yang even got up directly and retreated to the front of the poster wall.

But the expected scene did not appear, the man tidied up his clothes, took out gold-wire glasses from his trouser pocket and put them on, and walked in front of Zhang Yang:

"I'm sorry, this expert, this is my father's collection."

"Shouldn't there be any problem?"

"Things are fine, boxwood carvings in the Guangxu period. But this is a public place, you guys are? ”

Zhang Yang's eyes glanced at the eldest sister who was sitting on the ground and crying bitterly.

How does it end now?

"It's okay, I'll go to the police and explain the situation."

The man held up the woodcarved pen holder with both hands, didn't even look at the eldest sister on the ground, and walked straight to the policeman who was coming here.

……

"Teacher, the pair of men and women just now looked like outsiders, and we Shenghai locals are not so rude."

The next old lady who came up explained to Zhang Yang while collecting it outside.

Of course, Zhang Yang would not respond to such words, but just smiled and nodded.

The old lady slowly took out the contents of the box, it was a pig.

To be precise, a pottery boar statue squatting on the ground.

The pig was very fat, and was squatting on a square platform, with its belly already hanging to the ground.

The bristles on the back and the small, pointed nose are clearly different from modern domestic pigs.

The first time Zhang Yang saw something, a thought immediately came to his mind:

What's the situation, again?

He remembered this thing too deeply, and it definitely existed in the Hailin Museum.

The styling is almost identical.

This kind of pottery pig squatting on a square pottery plate is a very typical burial object in the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties periods.

The one in the museum, after Zhang Yang's identification, is from the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The old lady's this one is this year.

It's the same as the imitation seal just now.

"Auntie, where did you get this collection from?"

"This kind of artifact, but it's a burial item, the soil on this surface doesn't look like it has been dug up for long."

"Ancestral." The old lady happily told Zhang Yang: "This treasure has been kept at home since I can remember." ”

"Are you Gui Geng this year?"

"I'm 65."

"Then this thing, no more than 65 years at most."

Zhang Yang also happily told the other party:

"If something is true, it is a cultural relic in a museum, it must be from the Northern Wei Dynasty, more than a thousand years."

"That's ......"

The old lady was silent, and suddenly patted her head and said:

"Oops, I'm mistaken, this one isn't ancestral."

"The ancestral ones are at home."

"This one was given to me by a friend of mine from the museum."

"Really? What about the museum's certificate? ”

Zhang Yang directly predicted the old lady's next move and stretched out his hand in advance.

Thanks to Ragnarsohl for the 100 coin tip!

(End of chapter)