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The Hailin Museum, which was once listed as one of the "Twelve Must-Visit Attractions in Linhai City", has been deserted recently due to a murder outside the museum.

Several old people from the museum have left, as if the museum will close down tomorrow.

But at such an important time, the actual talkers of the Hailin Museum, Wang Guosheng and Master Wang, did not stay in the museum to stabilize the military morale, but ran to Zhang Yang's studio.

He also offered to cooperate with Zhang Yang to conduct a live broadcast of treasure appraisal.

"Teacher Wang, there are many treasure friends who come to the live broadcast to appraise treasures. Most of the things they bring are small things worth a few hundred yuan. Let an expert like you look at them, which is a bit like swatting mosquitoes with a cannon." Zhang Yang was a little unhappy. He said politely.

He didn't really think that Master Wang's status was too high. After all, the quality of the private collectors who participated in the "Treasure Hunt" was not much different from what Zhang Yang usually appraised.

What Zhang Yang is really worried about is that netizens like to do chores, and the elderly may not be so receptive, and it will not be good if the atmosphere becomes awkward.

"There is no such thing as a cannon or a mosquito in appraising treasures. Isn't it enough to help people distinguish the authenticity of things from fake ones?"

Master Wang didn't take Zhang Yang's words seriously and said with a smile.

"I've watched your show, and many people came to appraise antiques, ivory products, and so on. Have you forgotten that I used to be famous for appraising miscellaneous collectibles?"

Seeing that the old man even used his title as "miscellaneous appraisal expert", Zhang Yang had no choice but to agree to live broadcast with him.

Before Master Wang appeared on the scene, he first explained to the netizens in the live broadcast room.

"Brothers, we have a heavyweight guest coming today."

"Those things that may send you in, I can only say that you should be more careful and don't explain too much."

"As for the miscellaneous collections, such as bamboo carvings, wood carvings, and the Four Treasures of the Study, you can greet them as much as you like. With the help of this teacher, I will definitely be able to analyze them clearly for you."

[Isn’t it the police doing the appraisal? 】

[Maybe it’s from a museum]

[Brothers, it’s time to take out the family heirlooms]

[Give the new guests a little shock]

"Okay, let's first welcome the first treasure friend who has even wheat."

Zhang Yang nodded to accept Lian Mai and stood up to welcome Master Wang to sit next to him.

His eyes were still on Wang Guosheng, and he saw a very surprised look on the old man's face.

What could make a weathered eighty-year-old man show such an unexpected expression?

Zhang Yang turned around quickly. What Baoyou showed in the camera made his eyesight go dark.

On a small round table, three yellowed and thread-bound old books were placed side by side, each with the same name "Jin Ping Mei Ci Hua".

"Hey hey hey...Teacher Zhang, can I watch this?"

The person who spoke was a friend with a green voice, who must not be very old.

After seeing the heavyweight guest, an old man who looked like a gray-haired expert, his somewhat irritating laughter suddenly stopped and he instantly became polite.

If Master Wang is not here, he will definitely be able to watch it, and he will also watch it with the netizens in the live broadcast room.

But now, Zhang Yang was a little speechless for a while.

"I have read all of your books." Master Wang broke the silence.

Um? what's the situation? Is there any clue to this book?

Zhang Yang quickly observed, and sure enough, these books had something to say.

Thread-bound book in traditional Chinese characters, production date in, 1933?

Seeing Zhang Yang's serious look, Master Wang tilted his head and asked him, "Have you seen it before?"

"No, no." Zhang Yang quickly denied: "Teacher Wang, tell me this. I have no research on these books."

"I can only tell that these books should be from the last century, the 1930s and 1940s. It is not easy to survive the war and still be so well preserved."

"It's not only difficult." Master Wang lamented: "In three or three years, this kind of book was raised by the [Yanjing Ancient Anonymous Novel Publishing Association] and published by the Kongde Library in Yanjing. Only 120 sets were printed. .”

"Mr. Lu Xun and Mr. Zheng Zhenduo each bought one set."

"This set of books is now commonly known as the Wanli edition."

[Fuck, I’m in awe! 】

[Who is this old gentleman? It’s like he has experienced it personally]

[Don’t you know Master Wang Guosheng? I have been studying pawnshops in Yanjing City since I was a child, and I have never seen anything.]

[Isn’t Master Zhang a reverse fighter? How do you know everyone at this level?]

"This treasure holder, is this passed down from your family, or did you buy it yourself?"

"Are there only these three books? There should be ten books in a set." Master Wang asked softly.

Baoyou did not rush to answer, but asked Zhang Yang: "Master Zhang, is this not illegal?"

"You won't accuse me of spreading unhealthy information later, why don't you just invite me to tea?"

Zhang Yang was amused. He had already been on the microphone for two minutes, and now he was worried that it was too late.

However, he still calmed Baoyou's uneasy heart:

"Brother, an unabridged version of a book like yours cannot be released to the public, but it's okay for you to read it under a quilt. You just have to pay attention to your health."

"Listen, your voice is a little weak."

"Ah, it's okay." Baoyou breathed a long sigh of relief: "I found this among my great-grandfather's belongings. He used to study at Yenching University."

"It seems that he is from a scholarly family." Master Wang nodded.

"Teacher, are these things valuable now?"

"This..." Zhang Yang looked at Master Wang: "Can you tell me?"

Zhang Yang really doesn't know what policy this kind of thing is.

Master Wang smiled slightly and said: "It's a pity that your set is not complete, otherwise it would still be valuable through the auction channel."

"For now, it is recommended that you collect these books yourself."

[Hahaha, what else can he collect after reading it?]

[The literary value is actually quite high]

[This is Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng’s masterpiece. I have collected a set of abridged versions myself]

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Baoyou understands very well and does not have too much entanglement.

…

"Ahem, brothers, you better pay attention."

Zhang Yang pretended to cough twice to remind the audience in the live broadcast room to pay attention to the next situation.

"I forgot to introduce you to everyone. Today's guest is Mr. Wang Guosheng, a well-known expert in miscellaneous appraisals in China."

"Teacher Wang's knowledge is here. Everyone should cherish this opportunity and don't waste it."

"Come and welcome the next treasure friend."

The pixels of the second treasure friend's mobile phone were a bit low, so he couldn't focus after taking the photo for a long time. Finally, he simply pulled the lens up and finally got a clear picture.

The treasures he brought were packed in six small red paper boxes arranged in a row.

"Friend Bao, what are you pretending to be?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Hello teachers, here are six pills. I bought them before, Angong Niuhuang Pills."

The person speaking on the other end of the video was a middle-aged man with a northern accent.

"I'll go!" Zhang Yang looked at Teacher Wang in surprise, and the latter nodded to him.

This means that Master Wang also agrees that this is a good treasure.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing should be shown to Wang Guosheng directly. After all, the old man must be very familiar with this kind of "magic medicine" that is often said among the people.

However, Wang Guosheng made an agreement with Zhang Yang from the beginning. He was not here to overwhelm the guests and to let Zhang Yang proceed at his own pace.

According to his usual habit, Zhang Yang first asked about the origin:

"Friend Bao, where are you from?"

"This is a medicine produced in 1973 that I bought in 1974."

[I wasn’t even born in 1973]

[I was just one year old at that time]

[My dad was born in 1972]

[Why don’t the two fathers and sons in the front recognize each other as relatives?]

"Where is this produced? Domestic or Korea?"

"Domestic, produced by the local Yingkou Traditional Chinese Medicine Factory."

"How much did you buy this for?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

The eldest brother took out a red invoice, pointed to the words on it and said: "When I bought it, one pill was two yuan and 13 cents, and six pills totaled more than twelve yuan."

"So cheap!" Zhang Yang thought of the low prices in 1973, but he didn't expect them to be so low.

The big data next to it shows that Angong Niuhuang Pills, made before 1993, had an additional "rhino horn" medicinal material, and the auction price of each pill was more than 10,000 yuan.

An item of similar age to the medicine in this friend's hand, an Angong Niuhuang Pill from the 1960s, sold for a sky-high price of over 110,000 yuan.

[The salary at that time was only thirty yuan]

[I’ve made a fortune]

[Two yuan in seventy years ago had about the same purchasing power as two thousand today]

[Isn’t this expired?]

Seeing the barrage mentioning expired issues touched on Zhang Yang's knowledge blind spot, he immediately humbly asked Master Wang on the side for advice.

"Teacher Wang, will this medicine expire?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Guosheng seemed to be thinking about something and did not reply immediately.

It was Baoyou who answered the question first: "This is sealed with wax, so it shouldn't expire!"

"It won't expire. In those days, this kind of medicine was well sealed." Master Wang came back to his senses and continued Baoyou's words.

"Teacher, how much can I sell this item for now?"

"I read on the Internet that the ones made with artificial bezoars now cost 900 yuan each." Baoyou asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Actually, there are two prices..."

Zhang Yang talked about the auction and the actual price of the drug itself, and left it to Baoyou to make his own judgment.

[This kind of medicine can be sold for hundreds of thousands outside the intensive care unit]

[Angong Niuhuang Pill is used well, it can really extend your life]

[My grandfather spent 50,000 two years ago to buy two 1991 ones]

[Actually, it’s hard to say what Chinese medicine is, it’s a matter of opinion.]

…

"Let me check the time. It's half past three. It's a bit late. Teacher Wang, let's go out for dinner after identifying two more people?"

"Don't be impatient, barrage. Aren't today's things enough for you to open your eyes?" Zhang Yang responded to the barrage's words with a smile.

The main reason is that considering Master Wang's age, it is not an option for him to sit like this with him all the time.

"Come here, my treasure friend named Jiujianxian, are you here to appraise the bronze sword?"

"I'm here to appraise the wine." Baoyou followed Zhang Yang's words and said, "Isn't the teacher going out to eat? Then I can't take two sips of Maotai."

As he was talking there, the camera showed a bottle of classic milky white glass bottle Moutai.

It is different from ordinary Maotai. There are two red ropes tied on it, and the ropes say "GWY Agency Service Bureau Special Wine".

"To be honest, I don't dare to read these words above." Zhang Yang pretended to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"I'm afraid the Internet police in the live broadcast room are too sensitive."

[Read it, if something happens, we will bring you food]

[This treasure friend has some background]

"Teacher, can this be authenticated?" Baoyou asked.

"Okay, please turn the bottle over and I'll look at the production date on the back."

Zhang Yang has determined that the wine bottle was produced in 2013.

If it matches the production date of the wine, there is a high probability that there will be nothing wrong with it.

Baoyou turned the bottle over and saw "2009" written on it, Zhang Yang frowned.

"Friend Bao, I don't know much about wine, but from what I've seen, there should be something wrong with this thing. The year of production should be false."

"Isn't it from 2009? I illuminated this bottle, and it's quite transparent. It's different from the current Moutai bottles."

"Brother, is it that important that the glass is opaque?"

Zhang Yang suspected that this treasure friend might have read too many porcelain appraisals.

"Haha, I'm sorry, teacher, I forgot it's made of glass."

Baoyou laughed awkwardly and took out a black, brick-like object from the table next to him.

"Actually, I want to ask two teachers to help me look at this brick and inkstone."

The so-called brick inkstone is an inkstone made of ancient bricks, usually ancient bricks from the Qin and Han Dynasties. After all, modern bricks have little value.

Zhang Yang's brows wrinkled again.

After seeing a lot of things, the obvious old objects are different. For example, the brick and inkstone in front of me has a simple and primitive atmosphere.

"Is there any engraving on it? Generally speaking, the origin of this kind of brick will be written clearly, otherwise it will not be valuable."

"Yes." Baoyou turned over the stone inkstone, pointed to the large characters engraved on it and said:

"It says [Reconstruction of Luoyang Palace in the first year of Han Jian'an]."

[Hahahaha, this man is really smart]

[Spiral chat is booming]

[This is a Han brick, something with a big door]

"Is it the first year of Jian'an? Brother, wait a minute, let me see which year it is."

Zhang Yang looked at the year representative, the first year of Jian'an, 196 AD, and the "production time" of this brick was 195.

Right!

"Brother, where did you get this?"

"It's passed down from our ancestors," Baoyou replied fluently.

Zhang Yang gave him a thumbs up: "This is for the police. Is it necessary for us two brothers to do this?"

"Tell me, where did you get this?"

"It's really ancestral."

"Is it an ancestral fight?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"No, my ancestor was an official in charge of the salt tax in five provinces during the Daoguang period. There used to be a plaque on the door given by Emperor Daoguang. I used to have a lot of these things in my family, but they have all been lost."

【Stealing the Light Emperor? What a ruthless tomb robber]

[As this guy was talking, his voice suddenly started to tremble]

[Hahaha, the old nine gates certified by the emperor, right?]

"Brother, you won't take out the Faqiu Seal given by Emperor Daoguang later, will you?"

"No, this is really passed down from our ancestors." Baoyou said confidently.

"Can you help me find out how much this thing is worth now?"

"Money? This is just..."

Zhang Yang was about to quote the price, but this was something worth a thousand bucks.

But Master Wang suddenly pressed his hand under the table and gave him a subtle look.

Then, the old man asked: "This treasure holder, are you from Zhongyuan Province? Have you ever stayed at Zhongzhou Middle Road in Luoyang City?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lianmai's treasure friend disconnected directly...

There is another chapter in the early morning, and I will try to update 8k every day.