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"I am the curator of Hailin Museum, Wang Jianye."

Under Zhang Yang's instigation, Director Wang was forced to open his business.

Mainly because someone’s statement makes so much sense:

"If you don't identify yourself now, wait until an expert from a museum in Yangcheng comes over and takes over the whole matter. This bronze gui will belong to someone else."

Wang Jianye thought about it and it made sense.

So he became the first real-name buyer in this yard.

"You, the curator of Linhai, can't take care of Yangcheng, right?" the stall owner said, looking at Wang Jianye's business card.

"Of course we can't deal with small problems, but this is a big problem for you."

"what is the problem?"

"Look at this." Zhang Yang showed a picture of a bronze gui.

"The three fragments I took just now are from the same artifact, this is it."

"So what?" the stall owner asked with a frown.

"This thing is called Gui. Like the tripod, it was a ritual instrument in ancient times." Zhang Yang explained patiently.

"Yiyan Jiuding, you know, the emperor in ancient times used nine cauldrons, but only eight Gui."

"This thing probably came from the tomb of an ancient prince or king, or even an emperor."

"You think so, robber! Tomb! Thief!" Zhang Yang lowered his voice and said word by word.

"Fuck!"

The stall owner was so excited by Zhang Yang that he almost jumped up, but immediately sat down and whispered:

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not that, I'm just a businessman."

Zhang Yangxin said: Brother, your acting skills are too fake.

He wanted to refute but also looked a little panicked. Even if he hadn't done any digging before, he probably knew relatives and friends who had done so.

But this is not Zhang Yang's focus now.

"We only focus on cultural relics and don't care about anything else."

He asked: "Now can you tell us where the fragments came from?"

Wang Jianye’s business card and work photos are still very deceptive. The stall owner did not hide anything and chose to tell the truth:

"It's all group stuff."

"Group? Which group?"

"Which other group is there? Just the Hedong Group." The stall owner whispered to Zhang Yang, "I advise you not to ask. Your Linhai hand cannot reach Yangcheng."

"I can only say that everyone understands this kind of thing. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhang Yang nodded perfunctorily and quickly searched the Internet.

There are many companies called Hedong Group in Guangdong Province, but none of them are related to antiques.

The stall owner was kind-hearted and helped him point out the company.

[Hedong Group Co., Ltd.], its main products are stationery, toys and industrial products.

Judging from the way the stall owner keeps his secrets, maybe this company is really a local snake that takes both black and white.

However, he couldn’t just say whatever he said. Zhang Yang continued to ask:

"Apart from you, do they also purchase goods from the group?"

"All are fakes, but something like this is genuine." The stall owner pointed to the bronze tripod in front of him: "This is not the case."

"Okay, brother. Did you get the same batch of goods? Just those bronze fragments?"

Zhang Yang felt that the remaining fragments might have been sold together.

"Yes!" The stall owner stood up and was about to give Zhang Yang and the other two directions when suddenly a middle-aged man wearing a black vest and floral shorts ran over.

He hurriedly walked to the stall owner and whispered a few words.

The stall owner nodded, raised four fingers, and mumbled something about what he was talking about.

Then he pointed at Zhang Yang again and changed the number of fingers to three.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang asked alertly.

However, the two people opposite him ignored him, and the stall owner hurried away quickly. The remaining middle-aged man in a vest came over and took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Yang.

"Friend, how was your harvest today?"

"Not very good." Zhang Yang replied expressionlessly.

"Now, there are really few good things." The other party nodded, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed them to Zhang Yang and Wang Jianye.

Seeing that the two of them didn't smoke, he took out one and lit it himself.

"Brothers, I feel embarrassed to say something. I sold a basket of bronze fragments to Lao Fang, the man who was sitting here just now."

"I suddenly realized just now that I picked up the wrong basket! These have been reserved for someone else's big boss."

When Zhang Yang heard this, he already understood what the other party meant.

This person is probably from the Hedong Group.

He turned back and glanced in the direction of Teacher Huang, and found that he was leading three strangers out of the alley from which they came.

Three people, one old man and two young men, almost the same as Zhang Yang and his team.

"I've already collected people's deposits. I'm really sorry. Do you think you could do me a favor and return the three pieces to me?"

"You bought it for three hundred yuan. For three yuan, I'll give you one thousand. For one hundred yuan, I'll treat you two to tea."

"Is that okay?" the man in the black vest asked politely.

Zhang Yang took a step back, kept a safe distance from the man, and replied:

"One hundred yuan? How about sending a beggar?"

"Look at us, do we look like we're short of a hundred dollars?"

"Then can you tell me a price?" the other party said with a smile.

He seemed very polite, but the action of crushing the cigarette butts with his hands showed that he was obviously not a good person.

Zhang Yang didn't panic, because Teacher Huang and his team were already around.

Six against one, the advantage is mine.

He smiled and said: "If you ask me to tell you the price, it would be three million and nine hundred."

The man in the black vest put away his smile, stared at Zhang Yang and asked:

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"It's meaningless. Three million is the price of a bronze gui with an inscription. Nine hundred is what you want to return to me."

Zhang Yang smiled, pointed at this person, turned to Teacher Huang and said, "Things flow out from him."

"Huh?" The man in the black vest became more and more confused.

The people brought by Teacher Huang responded quickly, and the two young guys walked up immediately.

One of them took out his ID from his pocket:

"Hello, we are staff from the Yuexiu District Branch of the Yangcheng City Public Security Bureau. Please cooperate."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang looked at the two old people beside him in confusion:

"Teacher Huang, didn't you say you couldn't call the police?"

He originally thought about the chase scene, but the reinforcements came and took out their IDs.

"Haha, let me introduce you. This is Zhong Shao from the Yangcheng City Museum. Teacher Zhong, he and Master Wang are brothers."

…

That afternoon, in Teacher Zhong’s studio at the Yangcheng City Museum, Zhang Yang used his mobile phone to start a live broadcast for the first time.

[Master Zhang moved again? 】

[I’ve been having a hard time lately, the country has started to crack down hard]

[Look at the rows of bronzes behind the background, it’s too punishing]

[Which prince’s tomb is being emptied by this? 】

"Brothers, don't get me wrong, I didn't move!"

"I didn't even move to the princes' homes."

Zhang Yang divided the camera in half and gave it to Teacher Zhong:

"Today, we arrived at the Yangcheng Museum and asked Teacher Zhong to show us how experts restore cultural relics."

As he spoke, he turned the camera and showed the workbench in front of him.

There are thirty-seven pieces of bronze Gui on it, large and small.

All were found from the house of the man in the black vest in the morning.

The man himself is the owner of an antique shop. Privately, he helps the Hedong Group sell fake goods and also helps shippers. The area of ​​cultural relics crime is almost full of BUFF.

There is no need to judge, just give up on your own initiative.

[Did this thing get broken up during a tomb robbery? 】

["I am repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City\