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"Aguang, are you attracted to his flower pot?"

After Zhang Yang left, Xiao Lihua tilted her head and looked at her current boyfriend.

The two are now in a serious relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend. Xiaolihua's live broadcast has been temporarily suspended. Of course, if the two break up, she will still go back to continue the live broadcast.

"Yes, that thing is for the old man, and the price is just right." Chen Yanguang looked at the direction Zhang Yang left and said, "The old man has become obsessed with mimosa recently, and the size of the thing is just right."

"But compared to things, this person is quite interesting."

"Interesting? You mean Zhang Yang?" Xiao Lihua asked, "Speaking of which, you are considered alumni."

"Hahaha, I took a correspondence course. By the way, what did he study?" Chen Yanguang asked.

"I heard he majored in history. Sister Gao, who was responsible for doing his makeup, told me that it can't be false."

"History, no wonder they are good at appraising treasures. Such people are the real talents in the Internet age."

Chen Yanguang said something without thinking. Seeing the confused look of the girl next to him, he smiled and patted her on the head: "Let's go, take you to see the diamond necklace I took a picture of for you."

Zhang Yang actually noticed that Chen Yanguang was a little over-enthusiastic, but he didn't think much about it.

According to the famous detective Sister Gao, this person surnamed Chen can basically be identified as the young boss of a certain chain of medical beauty groups. He should be worth several billion. His father really did start in the coal business, but it was not mining, but It's resale.

It's normal for the young rich second generation to like to play live broadcasts, but if you really think you can make friends with them, you'd be a bit of a clown.

They're not on the same level, so don't push yourself.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't think much about it, and there was another important reason: he didn't have time.

Because as soon as he came downstairs, he met Fang Tiantian.

Beside her, there was an old man with gray hair and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.

Zhang Yang had some impression of the old man's appearance. He should be the treasure appraiser Wang Guosheng mentioned by Fang Tiantian, the man who wanted to buy the treasure he picked up.

Judging from Fang Tiantian's familiarity with these two people, they must have come together.

Zhang Yang thought for a while and decided that it would be better to do less than to do more. He pretended to look down at his mobile phone and walked quickly down the staircase handrail.

As a result, the path was blocked by a yellow-brown wooden crutch.

"Don't mind, young man." Wang Guosheng said with a smile: "Zhang Yang, right? Are you free? Let's chat?"

Seeing that Fang Tiantian had identified him, Zhang Yang replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Hello, Master Wang."

"you know me?"

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded and pointed at Fang Tiantian: "She mentioned to me that she had seen your photo on the Internet. And the crutch in your hand is a genuine Haihuang (Huanghuali). I think the answer is obvious.”

"Yes, good eyesight." Master Wang nodded, with a look of approval on his face.

Wang Jianye on the side also showed interest: "Little brother, can you tell the difference between Yue Huang and Hai Huang at a glance?"

"Who is this?"

"My nephew is the curator of Hailin Museum." Master Wang introduced.

"Oh, nice to meet you."

Zhang Yang suddenly realized that no wonder Fang Tiantian was so attentive. It turned out that he wanted to climb up the curator's hierarchy and transform directly from a shop assistant to a socialite.

Hailin Museum was formerly called Linhai Museum, but because it was private, the name was changed when the Municipal Museum was built.

Zhang Yang remembers that he went to this museum during his graduation trip from elementary school.

My first impression at the time was: The museum is so beautiful!

After listening to the commentator’s explanation, it became: Antiques are so valuable!

Zhang Yang feels that his willingness to do the job of appraising treasures may have something to do with his childhood experience.

The curator asked a question, but he still had to give face, so Zhang Yang smiled and replied: "With such a big solid ghost eye on the crutch, it can still open the door."

Zhang Yang has done a lot of live broadcasts recently and is becoming more and more proficient in deducing evidence based on the results.

Wang Jianye was obviously frightened by him. He glanced at his uncle's crutches several times and muttered: "The more yellow the ghost eyes are, the more yellow they are. How do you see it?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Master Wang said kindly to his nephew: "If you don't understand, write it down first. I will teach you when I go back."

Then he turned to look at Zhang Yang: "Can I take a step to talk? It's not good for us to stand here."

"Okay." Zhang Yang nodded in agreement.

His attitude has quietly changed. The reason is very simple. This is the director of the museum, which is a stable market for picking up leaks. If he can establish a relationship, he will not have to go to the auction so much in the future.

As for Fang Tiantian, who had made him a little bored before, in front of the three antique connoisseurs, he could only do the work of opening doors and pouring water, and could not say a few words, but it was bearable.

In the temporary reception room, after hearing Zhang Yang talk about his experience of going to the Hailin Museum as a child, the two Wang family members became interested.

"How many years ago was it when you went?" Master Wang asked proactively.

"When I went there, it must have been nine years ago. At that time, it was still called Linhai Museum. I remember that the tour guide at that time was an elderly aunt. She told us that buying those antiques cost the curator a lot of money."

"Nine years ago... I was still studying as an undergraduate in Manchester at that time. The docent who will guide you should be my mother."

Wang Jianye frowned and said, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end it all turned into a sigh: "Alas."

"My brother and sister-in-law are deceased." Master Wang said calmly. The old man was used to separation between life and death, so he took these things lightly.

"My condolences." Zhang Yang couldn't say much, so he could only express it briefly.

"Thank you." Master Wang nodded.

"I heard that you are a student of Linhai University?"

"Yes, sophomore in history major."

"Then your eyesight is really extraordinary." Master Wang gave him a thumbs up: "Even the children of my friends who grew up hiding and seeking in antique piles may not have your eyesight."

"Your family is also in the antique business?"

"No, I just play by myself."

"Really or not? So strong?" Wang Jianye looked surprised, with an exaggerated expression. He looked like he had received a Western education, and did not have the composure and restraint of many Chinese people.

On the other hand, Master Wang was different. He pushed a cup of tea to Zhang Yang and asked slowly:

"Is there any elder in the family who is a craftsman?"

This is a very particular question to ask, because those who do reverse fighting will call themselves craftsmen, and those who specialize in antique counterfeiting will also call themselves craftsmen.

Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "No, I am the first in my family to engage in this industry."

"Then how did you tell that the pastel flowerpot was leaking? And you said you were going to pick it up as soon as you entered the store that day. Are you so confident?" Wang Jianye asked eagerly.

Zhang Yang could tell that this little Curator Wang was Master Wang's mouthpiece, and the two of them really wanted to find out their own secrets.

He was just thinking about how to stop these two people from asking any more questions, when suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him: "Master Wang, the auction is about to begin."

"Oh? It's about to start."

Master Wang stood up with the help of his nephew.

"Classmate Xiao Zhang, please show me your face. Let's go and see it together?"