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The old man at the construction site was nicknamed Wu Laoer.

He has no children and is alone. He has been working in the construction site for decades and has achieved nothing. The only thing he can bring out is his knowledge.

Plain and meaty, black, white and yellow, Wu Laoer has seen them all.

It is true that he has eaten more salt than others have eaten rice.

So a few days ago, when bones were dug up at the construction site, he immediately realized that they might be a tomb.

He had seen such things when he was young, and even helped the archaeological team deliver lunch boxes and carry coffins.

Naturally, he also knew that in addition to bones, there were also burial objects in the tomb.

So that night, he took several workers with him and took advantage of the darkness to run to the place where the bones were dug out. After searching for most of the night, he found several bottles and jars, this bronze bell, and some rusty copper coins.

The treasure has been found, but no one understands antiques and doesn’t know which ones are valuable.

Wu Laoer originally wanted to divide the things one by one and break up the group quickly.

But seeing that the workers were about to fight over the bronze bell, he was afraid that there would be too much noise, so he volunteered and said he would sell the things first.

At the same time, I was also thinking to see if I could find a big buyer to buy all the other bottles and cans.

Turn the antiques into money, and it is much more convenient to divide the money than the things.

So if Zhang Yang had been more patient, hoodwinked Wu Laoer, and lied to him that he was an antique collector, he might have seen more treasures.

Also because of this, Wu Laoer knew that he really couldn't go to this police station.

"If you run away now, you will lose a worthless bronze bell. If you follow it to the police station, you won't be able to save those treasures under the bed at the construction site!"

Walking on the road, Wu Laoer became more and more irritable as he thought about it.

He tried every trick he could think of, including begging for mercy, sharing money, and asking for help, but the college students around him just refused to let go.

The answer is always the same:

"This bronze of yours is worthless. There is no need to go to jail for this little money."

"The bell is not important, the tomb behind it is important."

"The cameras captured it, what else are you thinking about?"

By the time we got to the back, Wu Laoer was already a little over the top.

"You must run away today to let your kid see the dangers of society."

There is definitely no chance of running normally. How can an old man compete with young people in speed? He must take advantage of the terrain, such as traffic lights!

On their way to the police station, the two passed by a large intersection.

Standing on the safety island, Zhang Yang was still chatting with the old man:

"Uncle, don't feel bad. If there is a big tomb behind this thing, you will definitely get the bonus."

"Although it's not as much as the money you get from selling bells, it's safe, and it might even get published in the newspaper!"

"And let me be honest, with your method of selling things, you will either be deceived or run into the police directly..."

The old man didn't reply. Just as Zhang Yang was about to take a look, his ears suddenly became lively.

"Hey, hey, come back!" - This is the traffic counselor shouting.

"Bah~" - this is the sound of a car braking suddenly.

"You old man is dying!" - this was the driver's curse.

Zhang Yang turned around and saw that the old man in a yellow vest had rushed to the middle of the crosswalk in a few seconds.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Yang immediately raised his foot and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the counselor aunt on the side who stretched out his arm.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? You can't see the red light!" Auntie shouted loudly.

"No, that person..." Zhang Yang pointed at the uncle across the constant flow of traffic and said, "He..."

"It's his business to run a red light. You are young, are you imitating the old man? Do you want to try, will these cars let you go? You look like you are only in your twenties, don't you want to live?"

Auntie's mouth was like a barrage of words, and Zhang Yang was so speechless that she couldn't speak at all.

Cars passed by on the main road, and Zhang Yang watched the uncle run away.

Uncle, without you, how could I... hand over the bronze bell!

Oh, no, he seemed to have been stopped by the counselor across the street?

Zhang Yang thought there was a light of righteousness, but in the end he only saw the uncle and the counselor on the other side of the road. They danced and made a few gestures and left immediately.

The figure disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

At this time, the green light at the crosswalk leading to the police station finally turned on.

Zhang Yang glanced at the bag in his hand, thought for a while, and decided to leave the matter to professionals.

…

At the community police station, two policemen received Zhang Yang.

When they didn't see anything, they heard that Zhang Yang got a bronzeware from the old man at the construction site. The expressions of the two policemen were already a little subtle.

When Zhang Yang took out the bell, one of the policemen stopped laughing and laughed.

"Uh, why are you laughing?"

"Sorry...I remembered something happy."

"Oh~" Zhang Yang nodded. Although he felt that the expressions of the two policemen in front of him were strange, he still talked about his "identification results."

"This is a bronze horse bell from the early Ming Dynasty..."

"Look at the patina on this, it must have been buried in the soil for many years..."

"Look at the soil above, it should be freshly unearthed..."

"Well, well, well."

The two policemen suppressed their laughter and cooperated with Zhang Yang in a perfunctory manner.

"Don't you believe it?"

Zhang Yang heard this perfunctory, it was too obvious.

"I don't believe it." Policeman A shook his head quickly.

Policeman B took advantage of the situation and asked Zhang Yang: "How much did this thing, that old man at the construction site, charge you?"

"No money was spent. As soon as he heard that I was taking him to the police station, he ran through the red light."

"But the camera in our school security room should have captured him."

"Then what's the point of handing over this thing?" A asked: "If there is no transaction, it is difficult to classify it as fraud!"

"Fraud? That's not it. I want to say that behind these cultural relics, there may be a tomb from the Ming Dynasty."

"There may be more cultural relics in that tomb..."

"Okay, okay. Just wait, I'll show you something."

Policeman A dragged a cardboard box from the wall, which seemed quite heavy.

"These are all fake antiques that were collected this week and haven't had time to be filed yet."

"Come, look, this jade bowl, jade plate, jade official statue, Buddha statue, and jade lamp, commonly known as the five-piece construction site set, are all sold by the old man on the construction site."

"By the way, there are also upgraded versions, Buddha head and jade ring finger."

"There are also bronzes, look at this."

Policeman B opened another cardboard box and Zhang Yang took a look inside and was shocked.

Inside is a five-goat square bottle!

"Isn't it outrageous?" Policeman A laughed: "But fakes of this size are rare because many people don't have the guts to buy them."

"Today's bronzes are all from the Ming and Qing Dynasties."

"Look, this is a bronze lamp from the Ming Dynasty, an incense burner from the Qing Dynasty... There are so many things that I can't even fit them in!"

"How can there be so many tombs! Those old men at the construction site selling them are all lies."

After hearing this, Zhang Yang knew that the two policemen were trying their best to make him believe that the bronze bell was fake.

He also knows that even if he talks about breaking the sky, the two people in front of him cannot believe it.

After being silent for half a minute, he thought of a way:

"Since it's fake, can I take it back and sell it?"

"Yes! It's okay to sell it as a handicraft. It's okay to sell it for more than ten yuan. But it's not okay to sell it as an antique."

The two policemen patiently explained to Zhang Yang.

"Okay, a dozen yuan is quite a lot. It's enough for me to have a full meal."

Zhang Yang wrapped the things in newspapers, put them into the bag, said "thank you" with a smile, and walked out without looking back.

I was thinking in my heart: Treasure hunt, here I come!