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"The one in the hall?" Cheng Zongyin was stunned, thinking of Master Zhang's arrogant smile when he was ridiculed by him.

"That funny treasure appraisal anchor, is he your researcher here?"

"He's not, are you?" Sister Gao said without any politeness.

"I actually have a background in museum work..." Cheng Zongyin muttered in a low voice, and then asked Sister Gao: "Then do you have anyone else who can take care of things here?"

"What? Do I want to help you search the entire museum to see how many people are left?" Sister Gao was full of fire: "See, you are not children anymore. Don't you know what time it is?"

"Six o'clock, time to get off work!"

"If you are not satisfied with having Master Zhang, what else do you want for your bike?"

"Long hair, tell me, is this true?"

"Sister, there's nothing wrong with what you said." The second eldest son of the Cheng family nodded. He was undergoing transformation well and managed to help the family rather than the relatives.

"You are quite a sensible person." Sister Gao gave him a thumbs up, glanced at Cheng Zongyin, and shook her head in disdain.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he said "cut~" and ran away.

In the corridor, Cheng Zongyin bit his front teeth and back molars all over.

In just half an hour, he had been criticized by three people, including his father, in turn. This was the total amount of anger he had received in the past year.

But after all, his age and experience were here. After taking a long breath, he slowly calmed down.

He whispered to his brother Cheng Laoer:

"It's not convenient for me to come forward. You can ask the person named Zhang later to see if you can contact Director Wang."

"If you really can't contact him, just ask him if the thirty-two items can be stored here first, and then we can cook the raw rice."

"Why are you talking so much? Did I promise you?" Cheng Laoer simply rejected his elder brother and pretended to find a reason:

"That person has been broadcasting live. If someone in the live broadcast room recognizes me, I am the tomb robber who entered the palace for the second time because of writing novels. I will embarrass the Cheng family again."

"you……"

Cheng Zongyin was so angry that he wanted to curse, but seeing Cheng Laoer's unsparing look, the words stuck in his throat and turned into a long sigh: "Forget it."

"This time I will show off my cards directly to him. Come to think of it, no researcher would dare to say anything."

In Cheng Zongyin's eyes, Zhang Yang is at most an internet celebrity, while he himself is "capital".

The relationship between the two is like a towering tree and the mushrooms growing in the rotten leaves under the tree. They are not on the same level at all.

In the wave of trouble-making just now, it was because he had lowered his attitude too low. In this wave of open cards, the other party had no choice but to swallow their anger.

But he misjudged Zhang Yang's identity.

In fact, Master Zhang is a lumberjack wearing a hard hat and holding a chainsaw.

In the ceramics museum, Zhang Yang spread his hands and said helplessly when he heard that Cheng Zongyin was looking for the director.

"The curator, he should be busy right now. I'm afraid he can't be contacted."

[The curator is off work, but the anchor is still at work. It’s too hard]

[Master Zhang earns several W from one night’s live broadcast, so don’t worry too much about the barrage]

[Can the anchor ask security to clear the venue? Don’t we have any face in the live broadcast room? 】

[It’s really annoying to have people asking questions all the time]

Cheng Zongyin hid outside the camera and looked at Zhang Yang's words as if they were false, so he directly revealed his identity.

Stop pretending, let’s show off. I am a billionaire and I am here to donate cultural relics to the museum.

As he wished, Zhang Yang opened his mouth in surprise:

"So you are the boss Cheng who the curator said was coming to donate cultural relics! How disrespectful!"

"Brothers, the person I am talking to right now is a caring collector who is planning to donate dozens of cultural relics to this museum."

"Come, welcome Boss Cheng, let me tell you a few words."

Zhang Yang made a show of giving up his position and invited Cheng Zongyin to come to the camera.

Say a few words? No, expose you.

But Boss Cheng was very alert, shook his head, and moved behind the camera, a place closer to the microphone but not out of sight.

"Thank you for your support. Because the donation has not been finalized yet, I will not appear on the scene to avoid being suspected of trying to gain fame."

[Did Master Zhang just say that this person’s surname is Chen? 】

[Brother, there is no distinction between front nasal and back nasal sounds? The anchor is talking about Cheng]

[Are there any rich people named Cheng in China? Is there any expert out there who can do some popular science?]

"Mr. Cheng needs to keep a low profile. Why do you keep guessing people's names?"

Zhang Yang teased a few barrages, then put away his smile and became more serious.

"Actually, I came here today just to be entrusted by the curator to confirm the things to be donated."

"I am not very talented. In addition to being a researcher, I am also a treasure appraisal anchor. You see, the barrage also said that my nickname is [One Eye for Ten Thousand Years]."

"It means that as long as it is an object that is within the last 10,000 years, I can tell the age clearly at a glance."

[Who gave you this nickname? Another two points]

[The anchor is making up barrages again]

[He didn’t make it up, I posted the barrage (50 cents for this one)]

"No problem, you should check it before putting it into storage, but wouldn't it be good to broadcast it live?"

"After all, this is my and my father's private collection. I don't want to be judged."

Cheng Zongyin found a high-sounding reason.

"What Mr. Cheng said makes sense." Zhang Yang showed an understanding expression, turned to Xu Jie and said, "Then turn off the live broadcast."

"No, boss." Xu Jie already knew the script by heart: "It's the end of the month. You were afraid of blowing up the truck, so you kept it in ruins for several days. If you don't broadcast it today, you won't be able to complete this month's live broadcast task."

"When the time comes, you will be considered a breach of contract!"

"Oh, when you mentioned this, I remembered it."

Zhang Yang looked helpless and explained to Cheng Zongyin: "I don't know which beast sent a group of self-destructing trucks to attack our live broadcast room."

Cheng Zongyin's cheek suddenly twitched uncontrollably.

"Mr. Cheng, why don't you wait, I'll stop broadcasting at 11:30 p.m."

Cheng Zongyin decisively refused: "11 o'clock? I don't have time to waste time with you here. If you break the contract, you will break the contract. It's a big deal."

He wished that Master Zhang would break the contract, or that the live broadcast room would be restricted because of this matter.

Zhang Yang looked at Mr. Cheng, then at the barrage in the live broadcast room, showing a very embarrassed look:

"Otherwise, let's make a compromise."

"We randomly pick two pieces and show them live to the audience. If there are no problems, the rest will be put into storage directly."

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Zongyin quietly.

He believed that the other party had something up his sleeve and would definitely agree to such a random check that would benefit them.

Sure enough, after Mr. Cheng thought about it for a moment, he "reluctantly" agreed to Zhang Yang's method.

"That's great, Mr. Cheng, how about we look at a piece of bronze first?"

Cheng Zongyin nodded, but it was a pity that he didn't watch the barrage in the live broadcast room, otherwise he would have hesitated.

[Come up and do the bronze work directly? Either leave or be punished! 】

[I’m still wondering why Master Zhang’s tone is so soft today, so he’s holding back his bad words here! 】

[We’ll see if it’s a scam or a tomb robber later.]

Of course, Mr. Cheng was not totally without a sense of crisis. While making preparations, he quietly asked Zhang Yang:

"Researcher Zhang, you should know the significance of our donation of cultural relics to your museum, right? Has Director Wang made it clear to you?"

"Of course, it's not my first time." Zhang Yang smiled knowingly.