Live broadcast of treasure appraisal, congratulations to the eldest brother for getting the prison m

"Did this name just change? It's really a literary and entertainment tycoon."

This netizen is obviously here for the treasure friend who just appraised the Dzi beads.

Of course, netizens with such interesting ideas and entertainment spirit should support him. Zhang Yang accepted Lianmai with a smile.

On the other side of the video was a man who dared to show his entire face in Master Zhang’s live broadcast room. He looked to be in his forties or fifties.

In Zhang Yang's live broadcast room, it is quite rare for Baoyou at this age to be willing to appear on camera.

And you can see at once that he is wearing a black and white dzi bead around his neck. Just from the front, he can see three eyes, most likely nine eyes.

The flavor of Literary Game Tycoon is already right.

"Teacher, the literary and entertainment tycoon just now is fake, I am the real one."

"If you don't believe me, look at this Dzi Bead of mine." Baoyou said, pointing to what he was wearing around his neck.

"Take it off and let me take a look!"

After Zhang Yang finished speaking, the other party remained unmoved, as if he was reaching out to grab something.

Then, the treasurer grabbed a dozen ropes strung with Dzi beads in one hand and showed them in front of the camera.

The posture is the same as that of a street vendor selling vegetables.

【Tycoon? I think it’s leeks]

[Isn’t this person a wholesaler of Dzi beads?]

[I checked his account, it’s normal, it doesn’t look like someone carrying goods]

Zhang Yang looked at three of the dozens of Dzi beads displayed by this treasure friend, and already had a bad suspicion about the origin of this cultural and entertainment tycoon.

At the very least, he is a dealer.

However, it didn't show on his face, and he still asked cheerfully:

"Friend Bao, do you think these things are produced by the same factory?"

The "production time" is exactly the same, all in 2023.

"Yes." The other party admitted this frankly: "This is produced by a friend of mine's factory, on the same day and in the same batch."

"I was so moved by what Master Zhang said just now that I came to Lianmai specifically because I wanted to talk to you about Wenwan, mainly Tibetan Wenwan."

"Okay." Zhang Yang nodded in appreciation: "Aside from the National Treasure Gang, you are the first person to come to our live broadcast room, a practitioner in the counterfeit industry."

"Hahaha, the teacher is joking, I am a loser who can't even drink soup."

Baoyou smiled very honestly, without any trace of embarrassment.

In Zhang Yang's heart, this kind of person is either sincere or thick-skinned.

Either way, you can listen to what he has to say.

“Actually, what I want to say is that it’s really not profitable to play with Tibetan literature.”

Baoyou said to the camera with a serious face.

[Good guy, I’m here to clean the floor]

[You only make a few hundred million, right?]

[You don’t make money by buying books and playing them, but you definitely make money by selling them]

"Everyone, take a look at this first. Teacher Zhang, can you see that this is an old string?"

Baoyou took out a dozen more Rudraksha bracelets that were coiled in red and glowing with oil.

"It's not as old as the chair I'm sitting on. I suspect it just came out of the factory this year." Zhang Yang quickly made a judgment.

"It was indeed sent last month from one of my brother's factories."

"My old brother started a bracelet factory as a business project. We have dozens of tons of diamonds, stars and moons, and phoenix eyes at home."

Dozens of tons?

Zhang Yang thought for a moment, how big a warehouse it would be.

No wonder this man grabs those bracelets like walnuts.

Zhang Yang thought his words would be interesting, so he didn't disturb him and listened quietly to his treasured friend.

"There are a total of six old machines in his factory. He keeps oiling the Bodhi seeds day and night, and the machines are dry and smoking."

"The machine costs electricity, the bodhi seeds cost oil, and each string of items costs more than 200."

"To sell something like this, you have to find an actor who can speak Tashi Delek. A bunch of them can sell for 70,000 to 80,000 yuan."

"After working for two months, he bought a high-end Land Rover and owed the bank 500,000 yuan for the car loan. After all, he made no money at all."

[Fuck, that’s awesome! 】

[Redefining not making money]

[This is a friendly army, give them a generous burial]

[It’s true that I’m not making any money, the money is all given to car companies and banks]

"So, you really don't make any money!" Zhang Yang suppressed his laughter and nodded.

It can be heard that the uncle opposite has his own speaking style, which is a bit convoluted, but the meaning is expressed clearly.

Bodhi seed bracelets, huge profits among profits!

"Teacher, guess what, do these pure Dzi beads make money?"

"Those with good craftsmanship shouldn't make any money. But I'm curious, where did your brother lose all his money?" Zhang Yang answered cooperatively.

"Hey, talking about this, it's really miserable."

The old man patted his thigh and smoothed the gray hair on his head.

"The cost of Dzi beads is more than 3,000. In order to sell them for 1 million, he goes to deliver things to those celebrities every day and asks them to help carry the goods."

"You have to go to film festivals, you have to go to large-scale exhibitions, you have to go to even celebrities' birthday parties. Otherwise, if everyone wears jewelry around their necks, who would wear dzi beads?"

"He traveled all over the year all year round. In the end, he didn't eat well and got stomach cancer. He spent more than 50 million on medical treatment abroad."

"Including the breakup fee he paid to the two female stars, he made no money at all."

[It’s so tragic, I cried]

[You are more likely to get gastric cancer when flying, so be careful]

[As a salesperson, I am traveling all over the world. I feel the same pain.]

[Brothers who empathize previously failed in reading comprehension]

"Friend Bao, my life has been unsatisfactory recently. Do you have any such tragic stories?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Yes, teacher, look at this."

Baoyou took out a dark metal Buddha statue.

"Is this Tiantie?" Zhang Yang asked.

There are only so many Tibetan games, and the logic of selling them is similar.

Tiantie is very similar to Dzi beads. It is also said to have fallen from the sky. To put it bluntly, it is a variety of statues made by the ancient Tibetan people by processing meteorite.

The value is the same as that of antiques. The price is determined based on the year of the thing. Because it is covered with Buddhist culture, the price is hundreds of times higher than antiques of the same period.

"Yeah, just such a small piece of iron, smashed day and night, an iron piece worth twenty yuan can only be sold for ten thousand yuan."

"It seemed to be very profitable, but in order to expand production, my brother gritted his teeth and bought a steel mill, spending hundreds of millions."

"After all, it will take several years of selling Tiantie to get back the money. He told us a few days ago that he has not had time to go to the club in recent years."

【Not making any money at all! 】

[This is a bit fake, a Tiantie costing 20 yuan would have to sell for at least 100,000 yuan]

[My wife just bought a Tiantie a few days ago...]

[Congratulations, you can consider selling it to Lianjie for 100 million]

"Brother, I already understand that the literary and entertainment industry is not profitable at all."

Zhang Yang gave the other party a thumbs up.

"You told these three stories so well. We want to cut these into short videos later. Do you want to mosaic your face?"

"It's okay, there's no need to code at all. What I hate the most is coding." Baoyou waved his hand and said, "Besides, like you, teacher, I am a public face."

"Hahaha, okay, I never code." Zhang Yang and Baoyou looked at each other and smiled.

There are two more chapters later. The coding is a bit slow, sorry.