Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 110

"How many policemen are there in the group? Come out and let my fellow villagers see."

Zhang Yang's eyelids twitched when he saw the news in the fan group.

Some people really think that the Internet is a place outside the law?
He hurried to all the members of Aite, and let everyone read the speech of the group friend just now. By the way, if there are policemen, they might as well come out and make a fuss.

Zhang Yang: Being in a group is fate, everyone should inform us of their identities in advance, so as not to flood the Dragon King Temple!

Captain Liu of criminal investigation: 6.

Internet police officer Xiao Li: I'm probably not the only one.

Lao Qin from the Cultural Relics Office: So everyone is here!

Anti-smuggling Dage: Am I the only one here to learn technology?
Zhang Yang: When did you change your name?
The group quickly quieted down, and all the messages were withdrawn one by one with a "swish".

Zhang Yang looked at the members of the group again, where there were still the policemen just now, they were all [Hubao Gang] and [Jiucaigou].

Fortunately, the group of diving friends was quick and clicked on the personal page of "Criminal Investigation Captain Liu" just now, and found that he had changed his name to "Nine Elders of the Hubao Gang".

When Zhang Yang saw the screenshot, he remembered that the Ninth Elder had given him a lot of gifts, so he hurried out to "save" him:

"This Captain Liu was invited into the group by me."

This is very effective. It successfully changed the topic in the group from "who is the policeman" to "who is the inner ghost, and explain why it is the group leader himself".

Zhang Yang was trying his best to make the group members believe in him, when a private message suddenly caught his attention.

Usually, the group of friends who send him private messages are either looking for him to appraise treasures or want to borrow money from him.

If you are a little perverted, you will send him a photo of your abs, and ask him if he is 0 or 1, whether he can hit fencing or not.

Today this person was a little strange, and asked him "Do you want to play with rough stones?"

At first glance, Zhang Yang thought Xu Jie had sent him a message by mistake.

Wait a minute to enter the profile of the person who sent the message, and take a closer look, isn't this Miss Cao from Guangdong Province?

"Long time no see, Miss Cao, are you looking for leeks outside again?"

Zhang Yang replied a message with a smile on his face.

"Master Zhang was joking, how could jadeite be a leek for a discerning person like you?"

"It's clearly a chance to make a fortune!"

On the other end of the network, the assistant Yuanyuan was responding to Zhang Yang's news for Cao Jiayun.

Her little boss, Ms. Cao, was lying on a massage chair, receiving a facial maintenance massage from a nurse.

"Sister, Zhang Yang doesn't seem very interested!"

"What did he say?" Cao Jiayun asked lazily.

"He said, the last time I gambled with you on stones, now the sewing machine is going to be smoking."

Yuanyuan knew Mr. Yu. Seeing this, a picture of a fat man stepping on a sewing machine came to mind, and she couldn't help laughing.

"It's okay, tell him, we have a new batch of rough stones here next month, you can take a look when you have time."

After Yuanyuan finished sending the message, Cao Jiayun asked her, "Which number is this?"

"He is the tenth. In your account, the people in the group of potential stocks have already talked to each other."

"Sister, why is Zhang Yang ranked tenth in your potential stock group?"

From Yuanyuan's point of view, the gap between Zhang Yang and the second generation of enterprises ranked ninth is not so big.

As Zhang Yang's former colleague, she knew that the anchor of the broken MCN company was just a poor girl who was short of money except for poor students.

"Who told you that he was ranked tenth?" Cao Jiayun sat up and stretched lightly: "He is ranked first."

"Huh? Can he rank first? Although he is a little famous now, but the live broadcast time is not long, so he shouldn't have much money?"

"He doesn't make money from live broadcasting, so if you look at it, you won't watch Linhai's news."

Cao Jiayun patted Yuanyuan's head lightly, and pulled out a screenshot of the news from her phone.

On the official account of Linhai Daily, in a report on the "Hailin Museum Fall and Injury Case", after talking about "Curator Wang is already awaiting trial", he mentioned:
[Hailin Museum will be taken over by Zhang Yang, the deputy director, and has resumed normal business]

Deputy Director?
Yuanyuan has been to the Hailin Museum to check in, and knows that there are many valuable treasures there.

But she still couldn't believe it: "Could it be the same name and surname?"

"You can go to the official website of the museum and you will know. There are photos."

Cao Jiayun didn't bother to explain this question, and instead talked about the reason why she ranked Zhang Yang first.

"This person is no longer an ordinary rich second generation. I even suspect that his family is the kind of invisible rich..."

……

"How could I be an invisible rich man?"

"If I were an invisible rich man, what kind of company would I open? Wouldn't it be nice to be a young model on a yacht?"

"You still have a yacht at home!" Sister Gao was surprised from ear to ear.

She saw a female anchor named Yuanyuan in the group of her previous company just now, saying that Zhang Yang, who broadcast live in the afternoon before, has an invisible rich family, and came to live broadcast to experience life.

The evidence is that after the director of the Hailin Museum had an accident, he directly bought the museum and became the deputy director himself.

It is estimated that when curator Wang is released from prison, he will become the curator.

Of course, Sister Gao didn't believe such nonsense.

She felt that the Hailin Museum originally belonged to Zhang Yang's family, and the Wang family was just a white glove for capital.

This also matched her guess when she first met Zhang Yang Jianbao.

"Boss, is your family owned by foreign capital? Why did you admit it when I asked you if you were a tomb robber?"

"Sister, in fact, my family is an oil oligarch, and the oil field at home is the kind that 'gurgling' leaks oil."

"You're too ridiculous." Sister Gao said with her lips curled.

"You still know what to say, do you know how much the things in the Hailin Museum are worth?"

Sister Gao really thought about it seriously, and then replied: "How many hundred million?"

Zhang Yang nodded: "It seems that poverty does limit people's imagination."

The smile on Sister Gao's face slowly disappeared: "Boss, your words are a bit annoying."

"Okay, you still say, what do you want to do with me?"

"Actually, I want to ask the boss to look at something for you."

As Sister Gao said, she took out a string of prayer beads from her bag.

"Sister, are you stuck with the fan card?" Zhang Yang took the things over with a smile and asked.

"It's stuck. I gave you a gift when I was working under Director Jin."

"But you really couldn't do it at the time. I'll give you a gift of [-] cents. What do you say to me, don't give me three melons and two dates. Make me angry..."

Speaking of what happened a few months ago, Sister Gao was still a little angry, and her teeth itch when she spoke.

"I'm telling the truth."

Zhang Yang chatted with Sister Gao with a smile, and at the same time twisted the orange Tibetan Buddhist beads in his hand.

Different from the Buddhist beads of Chinese Buddhism, each of the Tibetan Buddhist beads is smaller, and the strings are denser. Sometimes there are some turquoise and beeswax strings in the middle, and the colors and styles are more abundant.

But Tibetan Buddhist beads have a very bad point...

"Fuck!" When Zhang Yang saw the item information, he was shocked and threw the item on the table.

"Sister, where did you buy this thing?"

"My mother-in-law bought it." Seeing Zhang Yang's reaction, Sister Gao said with some doubts: "She just came back from a tour in the snow area, and she bought this at a scenic spot."

"Any questions?"

"Did she tell you what she bought it for?" Zhang Yang asked.

"It's the Buddha beads. She bought them for 600 yuan. The old men and ladies in the community all said that she was cheated, but she insisted that it was true."

"Almost one hit ten."

When Sister Gao talked about family affairs, her tone was very helpless.

"This is Gabala." When Zhang Yang spoke, he couldn't help shivering.

"What is Gabala?" Sister Gao asked.

"Prayer beads made from the bones of our own kind, Tibetan Buddhism, are popular."

"Your string should be made of leg bones."

"Some people like this kind of thing, but I can't accept it anyway." Zhang Yang shook his head repeatedly.

"Fuck!"

Hearing that it was Gabala, Sister Gao's reaction was almost exactly the same as that of Zhang Yang just now.

Then he said very angrily:
"The old lady still wants to bring this thing to my son, saying that she asked for it from the master..."

"Sister, send this thing to the police station immediately."

Zhang Yang waved his hands and moved the chair back a little.

"Just throw it away." Sister Gao glanced at the trash can in Zhang Yang's office.

"Don't throw it away! It's newly made, it might be life-threatening."

This Gabala is a bit special because the time on it is too eye-catching.

Gabala, which was just made last year, let alone wearing it, it is even disgusting.

"New ones?" Sister Gao's eyes straightened, she covered her mouth and shivered.

"No, I'd better call the police. I don't want to hold this thing. I'm afraid I'll have nightmares at night."

Sister Gao took out her mobile phone, but seemed to think of something, and stopped again.

"Boss, my mother-in-law doesn't know that this thing is made of leg bones, did she buy it specially?"

"It's very possible. Otherwise, how could she be so determined that she almost got into a fight with other aunts in the community."

"Boss, what should I do? I can't send my mother-in-law in, can I?"

From a series of small gabalas, Sister Gao has already figured out the plot of family ruin and death.

"Stop it, just call and ask your mother-in-law?"

"Yeah, let me ask..."

Sister Gao hurriedly dialed the phone. On the other end of the phone, the old lady was playing mahjong with other elderly people in the community.

Hearing that the daughter-in-law had taken out the Buddhist beads to appraise them privately, and they were still real, the old man's tone became light.

"Then what, daughter-in-law, you ask an expert to issue a certificate, otherwise my poker friends won't believe that I can get the real thing."

"Old lady, do you know what you bought?" Zhang Yang asked abruptly.

Sister Gao didn't have a point in what she said, and the more she talked, the further she went, he couldn't hold back anymore, so he just spoke by himself.

"You are an expert, right? I asked for the Buddhist beads that the eminent monk consecrated. They say they can bring good luck and avoid bad luck..."

The old lady was still babbling, Zhang Yang signaled for Sister Gao to hang up.

"At present, it seems that your mother-in-law doesn't know, but it's not certain. She may also be pretending to be stupid."

"Then what should I do?" Sister Gao looked at Zhang Yang eagerly. Although she was a teenager, she was far less experienced than Zhang Yang when it came to sending people to jail.

"It's okay, isn't there a Ninth Elder of the Hubao Gang in our group? He is very knowledgeable about criminal law. Let's call him first and ask him for advice."

(End of this chapter)