"You're not going to go to the grave, are you?"

It's no wonder that Zhang Yang thinks in this direction, it is really Qiao Shan's description, just like doing the exercise of text description in front of the ancient tomb.

"Brother Zhang Yang, don't spread rumors, I'm a good citizen, and I don't touch things like ancient tombs."

"Yes, Brother Yang, Brother Qiao, he has already been whitewashed, otherwise we would not have been able to recruit him into the team." Chu Ziqiang also explained.

"Okay, I know."

Zhang Yang saw that the two of them were so nervous about this topic, and he immediately understood in his heart.

It is estimated that Qiao Shan was a little problematic before.

Maybe he not only inherited the technology of tomb robbing, but also inherited the case record.

But this has nothing to do with him, Chu Zhenmin dared to accept this person into the team, which shows that he is most likely the same as Mao Seventeen, and he has already explained the previous things.

After explaining to Zhang Yang, Chu Ziqiang was also curious about where Qiao Shan was talking about:

"Where is that gloomy place you are talking about?"

"Actually, there are two." Qiao Shan smiled, "You know, ancient tombs in the legal sense now refer to cultural relics before 1911, and those after 1911 are not called ancient tombs." But there are some modern tombs and ruins, in fact, ahem, you understand. ”

"I understand?" Chu Ziqiang subconsciously glanced at Zhang Yang.

He thought to himself: Do I understand?

When he found that Zhang Yang's eyes narrowed, Xiao Chu suddenly tightened his chrysanthemum.

It's bad, I forgot to tell Brother Qiao that Master Zhang has multiple identities.

He hastened to explain.

"I really don't understand this." Chu Ziqiang shook his head very firmly, "Brother Qiao, our identities are different now, do less of this kind of side-rubbing thing." ”

"Can't you say about those warlords?" Qiao Shan looked puzzled.

In modern times, those separatist forces that are powerful and prosperous, and the treasures in their hands are really no less than those of the emperor.

Especially there are people like Sun Dianying, who dig up the emperor's tomb directly.

It is said that he bribed his boss Xu Yuanquan to bury some of the stolen Tanglin treasures, who buried the treasures in the underground secret room of his mansion, and has not been able to find all of them so far.

"In the past two years, the unearthed cultural relics have been grasped more strictly, and the national cultural relics census began in November, and those unearthed things may be difficult to escape." Chu Ziqiang patiently explained.

From his words, Zhang Yang understood the reason why Qiao Shan's idea was so strange.

It turned out that the other party has stayed abroad most of the time since 15 years, especially in the last three or four years, and has not returned to China.

He didn't know how strict he had been in the past two years.

"Xiao Chu, you have to popularize science with him." Zhang Yang reminded.

"Don't worry, Brother Yang." Xiao Chu agreed, and then turned to Qiao Shan, "What about the second place you said?" ”

"The second place, it may be a bit time-consuming and effort-consuming, but the benefits will be greater than the previous one." Qiao Shan deliberately sold a pass.

"It's okay, the last thing I need right now is time. Brother Yang, he knows, I want to move out on the hour now, otherwise I feel that life is too boring. ”

"I can testify to that." Zhang Yang nodded, "In fact, our archaeological team was brought out by Xiao Chu, but it developed too fast, and his second uncle came out to take the helm." ”

"Okay, then I'll show you the way."

Qiao Shan took out a key from the drawer of his desk and handed it to Chu Ziqiang.

"This is the key to the abandoned warehouse of the former Jinmen No. 3 Post Office, which did not close until the early nineties."

"You may not know it, but there were a lot of bad debts back then, and this post office was one of them. So this warehouse of the post office has been sealed there, and no one has touched it. ”

"A few years ago, there were thieves who went in, but according to the thieves' recollections, in addition to the backlog of letters for many years, there was nothing of value at all, at most they sold some waste paper, and it was better to go to the street to beg for rice."

"After I heard about this, I took the initiative to contact the local person in charge and prepared to take over and use it as a warehouse."

"I just finished the formalities half a month ago, and the warehouse was sold to me intact, and this is the key to the warehouse."

After hearing this, Chu Ziqiang looked at the key in his hand and looked confused.

"What do you mean, why don't I understand?"

"Brother Yang, can you understand?"

"Yes!" Zhang Yang nodded, "He just wants to tell you that there are still good things in that warehouse, but the thief doesn't know the goods, so you have to find them yourself." ”

"For example?" Chu Ziqiang looked at Zhang Yang expectantly.

"Like the stamps on the envelopes. You're not going to tell me that you need to put a stamp on the envelope, don't you? ”

Zhang Yang showed a suspicious look.

To be honest, for a post-zero Jing master like Xiao Chu, everything is possible.

You can't imagine what life these second generations are like, what if there is a special person in charge of sending letters at home?

"Damn, of course I know about stamps, I'm a post-zero, and I'm not a Yuanmou person. And I also know that stamps can be sold, isn't that what philately says? ”

"But aren't all the stamps on the envelopes stamped? Prevent others from re-use. ”

"Eh, you're getting to the point." Zhang Yang gave a thumbs up in agreement, Xiao Chu still had a lot to think about.

But it can also be seen that he really does not understand stamp collecting.

Take the most famous 80 monkey (also known as Gengshen monkey, the first zodiac stamp issued by China) stamp as an example, a single with a black stamp, if it is preserved, the price is about 1,000;

Without a stamp, the price is often more than eight thousand.

This kind of stamp, which is quite rare, is about one-eighth as stamped as unstamped.

Some stamp dealers now even have the technology to get rid of the stamps on it, but Zhang Yang didn't understand this, so he didn't explain it to Xiao Chu.

In short, stamped stamps are also in the market.

"Damn, used stamps sell for a thousand?"

"There's more to it than that." Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I used to have a habit when sending letters, especially when the recipient was strapped for money, the sender would attach a few brand new stamps for the other party to use......"

After listening to this, Xiao Chu happily grasped the key tightly and said to himself:

"The post office closed down in '90, so wouldn't there be a good chance of finding this kind of stamp in the warehouse?"

"Ho Ho Ho ......"

"Don't be too happy." Qiao Shan reminded, "No one has been to this place for a long time, and the last time I went to get the key, I was curious to go in once, and it was full of dust and the smell of rotting paper......"

"It's okay, I can wear a gas mask." Xiao Chu replied confidently.

He is obviously immersed in it, otherwise thousands or tens of thousands of stamps should not be taken to heart.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yang also became interested.

Although Johnson is suspected of looking for a free cleaner, this matter is actually comparable to a container treasure hunt.

It's kind of interesting.

He thought about it for a while and decided to force a cheer for Chu Zi:

"Xiao Chu, I forgot to tell you that there is a kind of stamp called [The Mountains and Rivers of the Country Are Red], which was stopped because the map on the stamp was not drawn well, and the number is extremely rare."

"Just the stool you sat on just now, it has a black poke and a red one, and you can change it with one."

"Bull Ratio." Chu Ziqiang accepted the flamboyant painting cake safely, and asked, "What if there is a brand new, unused piece of red in the envelope?" ”

"Without a black stamp? Then you're invincible. It was the one that sold for 12 million that year, and there are few in the world. ”

……

Early the next morning, Zhang Yang went to the treasure appraisal site, and Chu Ziqiang went to the warehouse to hunt for treasures.

Both have a bright future.

As soon as Zhang Yang arrived at the scene, he was startled by the crowd of people in line, and there were more people than yesterday.

After inquiring with other teachers in the background, I found out that there had been no treasure appreciation activity for a long time in Tianjin.

Many people in the collecting circle have tacitly assumed that the collectors of Tianjin and the collectors of Yanjing are actually a group of people, and if they hold an event in Yanjing, people from Tianjin will also take a car to participate.

Now it turns out that most local collectors are not interested in going to the city next door to appreciate treasures.

But for activities held at the doorstep, even if the only collection at home is the urn of the ancestors, it must be brought to the scene to join in the fun.

"Then let's start 15 minutes early today." Zhang Yang discussed with the teachers backstage.

Immediately, someone objected: "15 minutes in advance, there are too many people who can't digest it, it's meaningless." ”

"Of course it makes sense."

"The meaning is to let the Tibetan friends queuing up at the scene feel that we are willing to work overtime for them. Otherwise, a group of people will still be queuing up at that time, and you want to get off work on time, who will let you? ”

Zhang Yang's words have been unanimously recognized by Mr. Bai and the old partners, anyway, he is idle now, as long as he can get off work on time.

So, in the cheers of the collectors in the audience, the expert team went online in advance.

Zhang Yang was naturally in place in advance.

The first treasure friend who came up to receive him was the kind of collector who was unwilling to appreciate treasures across the city, but was willing to come to the door to join in the fun.

And as soon as you open your mouth, the taste is right.

"Teacher, my treasure may be the most expensive piece of wood in our entire Tianjin."

As Baoyou spoke, together with his son, he carried a piece of wood about one meter long and wrapped in white wood onto the appraisal table.

"Is this the golden silk of gloomy wood?"

Hearing Baoyou say that the price is the most expensive, Zhang Yang naturally thinks so.

The other party shook his head and said contemptuously: "Gloomy wood is only a few dollars, my thing is longer than gloomy wood, and the unit price is higher than that of gloomy wood." ”

"And this kind of treasure?"

Zhang Yang took a look at the dress of Baoyou's father and son, they should be working-class, so what they said always gave people a kind of confidence like Uncle Huanghuali, which was weird.

With the help of Baoyou's son, he opened the white cloth wrapped in the wood, revealing the brown and yellow wood inside.

At first glance, it is a piece of dead wood.

But if you look closely, you can see that the texture of the wood is very dense.

Zhang Yang thought about it, leaned in and smelled it, and found that there was a faint fragrance.

That's probably agarwood or Qi Nan.

"Is this agarwood?"

"That's not right." Baoyou shook his head, "This is the Agarwood Dragon." ”

"Agarwood Dragon? Does it mean that it is the most expensive and powerful variety of agarwood? Zhang Yang smiled and asked, "Why haven't I heard of it?" ”

"I haven't heard of it." Baoyou grinned, "My agarwood dragon is a unique product." ”

One-of-a-kind ......

Having said that, Zhang Yang has already understood why Baoyou would say that his agarwood is more expensive than the gloomy wood Jin Sinan.

People are so named, how can they be willing to sell it as ordinary agarwood?

Anyway, from a normal point of view, this agarwood log is Hainan incense with a gram price of about 2,000 yuan.

But he was still curious about how Baoyou added a "dragon" to it.

"Is there anything else to say other than a one-of-a-kind product?"

"Yes, teacher, look, these places are on this piece of agarwood." Baoyou pointed to some bulges of different shapes on the surface of the wood and said, "Does it look like a dragon?" ”

"What is a pure natural dragon, not a dragon incense?"

"Dragons? Where is the dragon's head, where is the dragon's body, and where are the dragon's claws and tail? ”

Zhang Yang was almost in the right eye, and he didn't find any traces of the dragon.

"The dragon's head has been cut off." Baoyou pointed to the stubble of the wood and said, "Otherwise, this agarwood dragon will become a refinement." ”

"Uh...... What about the other parts? ”

"This is the body of a dragon." Baoyou still pointed to those protrusions, and this time, he connected these uneven places with his hands.

Not to mention, according to his connection, it is really wrapped around the cylindrical body of agarwood.

The question is, why do you have to connect around the wood, can't you connect directly?

Baoyou's explanation for this is: "Most of the dragon's body is embedded in this piece of wood, and it's normal for you to not see it, teacher, but I asked the senior monk in the temple to open his eyes to see it, and he said that he could see that the body of the agarwood dragon was imprisoned by this piece of wood." ”

"This is...... Zhang Yang shook his head resolutely, "unless you show me the dragon's head of the agarwood dragon." ”

"Yes, yes."

Baoyou began to take out his mobile phone, and the people in line behind him all came up, and everyone was curious about what the faucet of natural agarwood was.

Soon the photo was also displayed in front of Zhang Yang, and it was really a wooden dragon head.

It's just that the carving marks are a little too heavy.

And it looks like the craftsmanship is pretty good.,I don't know where Bao Friends found the picture.。

"Are you sure this is the original faucet of this agarwood?"

Zhang Yang asked, taking out his mobile phone, ready to move.

"Of course." Baoyou nodded affirmatively.

"Good ......"

Zhang Yang dragged out the sound, and at the same time, the mobile phone began to read the picture.

Then the results were put on the table.

"Then why is this dragon head exactly the same as the work of Huang Cansheng (root carving master)?"

Baoyou lowered his head and glanced at it, and compared it with the photo he took out several times.

While watching, I can't stop snorting, and my heart is full of activities.

He finally concluded: "Teacher, you are lying. ”

"Are you in the same group as this person surnamed Huang and carving an agarwood statue? I want to say that my unique piece is a hand-carved handicraft. ”

"Downputting it worthless, to inflate the price of your own statue?"

Zhang Yang smiled.

This treasure friend obviously has persecution paranoia.

But as it happens, he just happened to be able to cure this disease.

"Baoyou, don't worry, let me ask you one thing first, how much do you think your agarwood dragon is worth?"

"You have to say it bigger, how much is it worth?" Zhang Yang encouraged.

"It's worth it...... Million! ”

"Okay, then I'll give you twenty-five million." Zhang Yang smiled mysteriously, pointed to the picture on his mobile phone and said, "Mr. Huang's agarwood dragon statue, the last auction price was 38 million. ”

"Clever you tell me that he needs to belittle you for this thing?"

(End of chapter)