Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 134 Your father will be sentenced to life

"Don't be nervous."

"As far as these clay pots and copper coins are concerned, there is a high probability that you have dug tombs of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Generally, there are no good products, let alone cultural relics above the third level."

"When the time comes to cooperate with the relocation of the cultural relics part of the grave, it is estimated that your construction period will not be delayed much."

Zhang Yang felt that he was already very understanding, but brother Ping'an's face showed no sign of improving.

"Mr. Zhang, have you ever thought that this is just what they left for me?"

Brother Ping wiped the sweat off his face, pointed to the bag and said:
"It's all heavy and cheap stuff."

"The really good things might have been shared by them long ago, otherwise they wouldn't have completely refused to settle the salary with me."

Brother at the construction site didn't ask for salary?

Zhang Yang felt the seriousness of the matter.

"I understand, you are the one who took the blame for you."

"I think it's very possible!" Wei Pingan said with a sad face.

In his words, the tomb is now like a huge blind box.

If he reported it directly, in case the archaeological team found out that it was the tomb of a famous historical figure and speculated that there were funerary objects left outside, he was afraid that he would not be able to tell!
"Brother, you've got a picture."

Zhang Yang took out his mobile phone, dialed Captain Liu, and explained to Wei Pingan:

"What age is it now? The things that come out of the tomb are not so easy to sell."

"Hurry up and let the authorities intervene. I know a very powerful criminal policeman. He has been waiting for a case like yours for a long time..."

"Is he reliable?" Brother Pingan asked in a daze.

"You are already like this, a dead horse is a living horse doctor."

"Then... OK."

While Wei Pingan nodded, the phone was connected.

"Hello, Team Liu."

"The suspect is already in place. This time it's not Gabala, it's the tomb."

"Dynasty? Let me see."

Brother Pingan opened the bag in a timely manner. He was very cautious and didn't reach for it, as if he didn't want to leave fingerprints.

Of course Zhang Yang didn't have to pick it up.

In Wei Ping'an's eyes, this master appraiser, who looked much younger than in the live broadcast, quickly determined the age of the thing with just a few cursory glances.

"The tombs of Kangxi's early days are strange..."

"It's not that the tomb is strange, it's that the things inside are strange. Why are copper coins from the Ming Dynasty buried in the tombs of the Qing Dynasty?"

"Forget it, don't worry about this. Is there anyone on duty? Come here and take everything away first."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang looked at Brother Ping'an anxiously, and comforted him with a smile on his face:
"Relax, you're not the first to be treated like this."

"And they are much more perverted than you, and they bought a human bone necklace."

"Speaking of which, she just asked for leave today and is going to take her children on vacation. Her life hasn't changed in any way because of this kind of thing."

"That's good, that's good." Brother Pingan kept nodding and muttered to himself.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and sat down on the steps.

"Master Zhang, would you like one?"

"No need, you smoke yours, I'll go to tease music to study archaeology..."

Half an hour later, Captain Liu arrived at the scene with two policemen.

After saying hello, the two police officers quickly checked the contents of the bag, while Zhang Yang introduced the situation to Captain Liu.

"This green-haired brother, I don't know if you still remember..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "click", and a pair of shining silver handcuffs were already placed on Brother Ping'an's wrist.

Captain Liu locked Brother Pingan.

Wei Pingan was stunned.

"Brother, didn't you say that I can relax?"

Zhang Yang was also stunned.

Such a quick hand, he didn't even see it clearly, so he handcuffed it.

Captain Liu: "Remember what? Keep talking, I'm listening."

Zhang Yang: "Is there still a need to say it? Why don't you take it back and make a statement slowly!"

Wei Pingan: "Don't, brother, I really didn't dig, haven't I already given you all the things?"

Captain Liu looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously.

"Everything is in that bag, I will confiscate it."

Zhang Yang pointed to the travel bag, and then finished speaking in one breath:

"You still remember that there was a brother Ping'an who sold cemeteries on live broadcast. The things were dug out from their company's cemetery construction site. I just went downstairs tonight and before I got out of the elevator, I saw a green hair dangling behind my car. shake……"

After listening, Captain Liu nodded: "That's right. This bracelet is good for both of you..."

"That's right, brother Pingan, you go with them first."

Zhang Yang helps Wei Pingan analyze the stakes.

"The most important thing now is to find those people on your construction site. As long as things are not lost, you are not responsible."

Wei Pingan thought for a while, nodded heavily, and turned to look at Captain Liu:

"Comrade police, let's hurry up, I'll go back with you now."

"In such a hurry? That's fine. Master Zhang, thank you for your cooperation."

……

The next day.

Before the broadcast started in the afternoon, Zhang Yang received a message from Captain Liu.

He said that he was asked to help contact the person in charge of Douyin and help Brother Pingan change the title of the live broadcast room.

He probably won't be able to broadcast live tonight, and there are still two workers who haven't been in touch.

The two men took away the golden pot, golden bowl, and golden cap dug out of the tomb. At present, it seems that they may be the most valuable among the funerary objects.

Zhang Yang was taken aback when he heard the information about the funeral objects that Captain Liu said.

With so much gold, don't dig out a prince's tomb, right?

But he thought about it again, the feng shui of the cemetery that brother Pingan saw before, it is not too much to bury a prince's son or something.

It's a pity that this tomb came too late to see the light of day again.

If it had been more than ten years earlier, Zhang Yang had no doubt that Wang Guosheng and his brother would take the contents of the tomb to the Hailin Museum in an open and honest manner.

Now, there is a high probability that it will be taken into the warehouse by the Linhai Municipal Museum with only a few thousand collections.
"Forget it, let's continue appraising treasures!"

Zhang Yang opened the live broadcast room, and there was a jade belt hook in front of him. There must be many treasure friends who are willing to donate their "ancestral" things to the Hailin Museum.

At least there are free seaside vacation tours!

"Welcome to this precious friend named [Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War], he seems to be a skinny friend." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

He thought that this ID came from a famous meme.

But when Lian Mai's friend Bao opened his mouth, everyone in the live broadcast room was shocked.

"Master (sniffing), can you help me find out, are these copper coins real?"

"This is what my grandpa hid under his pillow."

"Baoyou, how old are you?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

The little boy who spoke must have not yet passed the voice change period.

"Just turned 11."

【child? 】

【Wrong, it's a bear boy】

[Master Zhang, be careful that he applies for a refund for minors]

Zhang Yang felt that what the barrage said made a lot of sense.

He didn't rush to look at the few Kangxi Tongbao held in that fleshy little hand, but first took a look at the fan card level of this person.

It's level 1, it's fine.

Start appraising treasures.

Zhang Yang felt that he only needed 3 minutes to break through the defense of a leek seedling.

"Fake, yours is a low-end imitation."

"This one is also fake, and the craftsmanship is wrong."

"It's still fake, little brother, is your grandfather selling fake money, or taking fake money?"

Zhang Yang heard that on the other end of the video, the child's breathing became rough.

At a young age, it is not a good thing to be too concerned about gains and losses. Fortunately, you met me, Master Zhang.

"This is true, I give 40."

"Fake, fake, fake..."

"Okay, call it a day!"

"Little friend, the water in the ancient coin industry is too deep, and your grandfather can't grasp it at all. Don't think about it, just do your homework."

Zhang Yang said earnestly.

In the camera, the youngest Baoyou in the live broadcast room was a little irritable.

Angrily, he slapped the copper coins on the bed, muttered, "It's all fake", and then stood up.

"Teacher, don't disconnect it first, I still have a good one at the bottom of the box."

"That thing is quite criminal, do you want to see it?"

[Is he talking about punishment or punishment? 】

[It should be Xing, this kid should be an old fan of Master Zhang]

[The treasure at the bottom of the bear's box won't be the answer to the summer homework, right?]

"Look, Baoyou, you must watch."

Half a minute later, the child pointed the video at a complete tiger skin.

There is a head and a tail, although the hair is a little off, but the pattern is very complete.

This is when everyone saw him with their own eyes. He was turned out of a big wooden box, and he was indeed the treasure at the bottom of the box.

"Hey hey hey~"

At the other end of the video, the child giggled happily.

He didn't notice at all that the smile on Zhang Yang's face had disappeared.

The skin of the Northeast big cat is still old skin. It was peeled off in 1960. Who can laugh at this?

[Note: non-still picture]

[Is this the skin of a big cat? 】

[Good guy, starting in ten years]

[Really, that would be too much punishment, ivory and tortoiseshell are all younger brothers in front of this thing]

"Baoyou, does your family know about you?" Zhang Yang asked a little bit tangled.

This guy is underage, not like someone who has money to buy a big cat.

"I know." The child was very happy: "I found this on the second floor of my home when I went back to my hometown."

"It must be my father, or my grandfather, they got it."

"How old is your grandfather this year?"

"He should be eighty this year."

"Oh, that's good, your grandfather should be fine."

"It's your father's suffering."

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and told the brat:

"This thing, if it's normal, your father should be sentenced to life imprisonment."

Xiongzi thought Zhang Yang was joking, and replied, "Six."

"Things that started in ten years, you are still here at 666."

"Little friend, you are purely killing relatives!"

【Laughing to death, this brat】

【I'm his father, I'm probably going to be pissed off】

【A short story of fear of marriage every day】

[Suggest that the child's father quickly open a trumpet]

Seeing the barrage of ridicule on the screen, the brat finally panicked. Not only did the camera start to shake, but he kept saying:

"No, no."

"This stuff is definitely not real."

"Don't panic, are your adults around? You give them your phone."

Zhang Yang thought for a while, he couldn't talk to a half-old child all the time.

Still need a guardian.

The little bear behaved now, and hurriedly shouted into the distance:
"Father, come back quickly."

"On that tiger skin, he said he would be sentenced to life imprisonment!"

In 2 minutes, a middle-aged man appeared in front of the camera, sweating profusely.

【Where did dad go? 】

[Come, come, the third perspective of the victim]

【Welcome to the No. [-] father this year, an episode of the most loving father and filial piety】

[Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance, ten years in prison]

Xiongzi's father looked at the live broadcast room for a while, looked at the barrage, and combined with what his son said next to him, he finally figured out what happened just now.

The sweat that had just been wiped off his forehead came out again.

"Old, teacher, this skin is inherited from the ancestors."

"Yeah, I believe it."

Zhang Yang nodded, picked up his phone and checked the time.

"Brother, where are you from?"

"I'm from Changchun."

"Is it close to the police station or the Public Security Bureau?"

"It's pretty close."

"Oh, that's good." Zhang Yang nodded: "You still have at most half an hour, hurry up and make up a decent story."

"In half an hour, you could lose at least ten years of freedom."

"Ah? No, no, teacher, I inherited it from my ancestors and have never traded before."

"It's useless to just talk, you have to show evidence to convince the police." Zhang Yang helped him analyze.

The man thought for a while, took out his mobile phone, and showed Zhang Yang two photos, both of which were taken when the tiger skin was nailed to the dirt wall just now.

According to him, this tiger skin has always been in his home house.

His father, Xiongzi's grandfather, used to be a member of the Tigers.

As soon as the word "fight the Tigers" appeared, Zhang Yang understood it instantly.

In the 60s, because they were afraid of tigers hurting people, the Tiger Squad, a special group, hunted and killed thousands of tigers.

It is not surprising that a few tiger skins are lost among the people.

But the bear's father is still very worried:
"Teacher, we haven't shown this thing to anyone except you."

"I haven't taken it out and used it, so I shouldn't have to go to jail, right?"

"No need." Zhang Yang reassured: "This kind of thing, lock it up in the future, don't let the children show it off."

The man on the opposite side let out a long sigh of relief, then nodded in agreement, subconsciously turned his head and began to look for things in the room.

Zhang Yang guessed that he was going to make "stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots" later.

……

"Brothers, those who have children at home are watching!"

Even though the mic has been disconnected, Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing when he thought of the "hehehe" silly laughter of the bear boy.

What a filial son!
It can only be said that fortunately he took it out for appraisal instead of secretly taking it out and selling it.

"Come on, welcome to the next friend, [Jaguar what to eat tonight], this ID should not be a brat."

Lianmai's friend Baoyou appeared in front of the camera holding a human face mask with silver metallic luster in his hand.

The facial features on the mask are carefully carved, the face is a bit rich, and the hair is painted on the top of the head; the earlobes on both sides are perforated, showing traces of use.

Baoyou asked Zhang Yang: "Teacher, can you read this?"

"I can see it, but it's a little scary."

"Just looking at the shape of this thing, you can tell it is the mask of the Khitan nobles in the Liao Dynasty."

Zhang Yang saw these things on various marketing accounts related to cultural relics.

The so-called mask is a mask that covers the face of the Khitan nobles after their death. There are gold and silver, and 100% of them are funerary objects.

"Turn this thing over and I'll look at the back."

[Why does the front and the back feel the same? 】

[This thing has a three-dimensional effect]

[Old things are just different, they must have been ripped off from dead faces]

【Is it from the tomb of the Liao Dynasty general in Niuxin Mountain】

After a while, Zhang Yang confirmed that this was indeed the mask of a Khitan nobleman in the Liao Dynasty (Northern Song Dynasty), and it was made of sterling silver, which showed that the original owner of the mask had a high status.

The most rare thing is that the appearance of this thing is very well preserved, and the front and back are hardly damaged.

"Baoyou, is your surname Yelu?" Zhang Yang asked a somewhat inexplicable question.

"No."

"Okay, the ancestral inheritance is basically ruled out. Tell me, where did you dig it?" Zhang Yang folded his arms, with a playful expression on his face.

"The person who sold it to me said that he bought it from a local when he was digging coal in Chifeng." Baoyou's answer was quite straightforward.

It is said that in Chifeng, there are more than 700 tombs of the Liao Dynasty that have been surveyed by the cultural relics department.

Good news: The seller really wasn't lying.

Bad news: the police were called out.

"Teacher, is this thing real?" Baoyou was still struggling with the question of authenticity.

"Not only is it true, but it's also very criminal."

Zhang Yang thought about it, the gilt and silver cladding in the Capital Museum is a serious first-class cultural relic.

This piece of sterling silver can definitely be rated as a second class.

"Then...do you want to donate this?"

When Zhang Yang heard Baoyou say the word "donate", he felt so uncomfortable that his back molars were about to be crushed.

"Not at all, brother." Zhang Yang comforted: "Your thing has a higher cultural value than economic value, do you understand what I mean?"

"It's just that I can't sell it for any money." Baoyou translated.

"However, considering your contribution to the cause of national cultural relics, the museum will give you certain spiritual and material rewards."

"I understand, the certificate plus a 500 yuan bonus."

"It's not five hundred, it's the money you paid for this item, plus an extra bonus. Of course, you have to find the right museum."

　Thanks to the big brother FluffyFluffy for the reward of 500 coins!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)