Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 169 Are you panicking?Master Zhang
Linhai City, Chentang Village.

A Wuling Hongguang van stopped at the entrance of the village.

The fourth child of the tomb robber walked in front, and behind him were Commander Xiang and the other two members of the team.

Everyone is wearing a red helmet on top of their heads.

Occasionally, some villagers passed by and asked them what they were doing, and they pointed to the logo on the hat and said:
"We are experts in the design of transmission lines in the province. There is a high-voltage line passing by your side, so come and have a look."

Such an explanation is quite convincing.

So even if they were standing next to Zhang's ancestral tomb in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, pointing at the surrounding terrain and making marks on the ground, no one became suspicious.

The villagers just came to remind them that there are a lot of descendants in this ancestral grave, and hope that their wires can be kept as far away as possible.

Using this method, Xiang Batou determined the location of the three Ming and Qing tombs surnamed Zhang within a day, as well as the plan for the subsequent start of construction.

After work was over, the fourth child turned on Douyin as usual, and served meals with short videos.

While eating, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.

"Boss, I discovered a very serious problem. This Master Zhang, he doesn't broadcast live at night!"

No matter how arrogant the tomb robber is, he still works at night.

This is especially true for Xiang Batou, a team that emphasizes safety.

"It's okay, let's go to his live broadcast room to make a preview." Xiang Batou had already thought of a countermeasure: "Remember to use the trumpet to connect to the mic, use the overseas IP to bypass the wall, and resolve the battle within 15 seconds."

"Safety first."

The next afternoon, during Zhang Yang's normal live broadcast, he connected to a newly registered trumpet.

The opponent did not show his face, but showed a Luoyang shovel in the camera.

"Friend Bao, the soil on your Luoyang shovel looks like it was just dug out not long ago?"

"Stop it, Azu, the studio is full of Jackie Chan."

[Now that I haven't shoveled Luoyang, I'm ashamed to say that I'm a fan of Master Zhang]

[The soil shoveled in Luoyang is wrong, why is it not layered]

[If it is layered, it will really be shoveled to the grave]

"The tomb that has just been excavated, how can it not be new soil?" Eleventh in the gang replied.

Hearing this, Zhang Yang took it for granted that Baoyou was doing the work.

Before he could pick up the stalk, the other party suddenly spoke a bunch of words like Gatling, and then hung up Lianmai directly.

"Master Zhang, we know that you are tough in the background, but don't be tough first."

"Tonight at eight o'clock, if you can, start broadcasting. I'll show you what real tomb robbing is."

"It's fine if you don't dare to start the broadcast, but you will regret it in the end."

What the other party said sounded like a fight between elementary school students. Zhang Yang originally thought it would be over with a smile.

But the lords of the audience disagreed.

If he insists on starting the broadcast at night, Lianmai will see if it is really a grave robber.

It's Qixi Festival at night, for single dogs, idle is also idle, how can you not watch when there is excitement?
"Okay, brothers, let's spend the evening together."

Zhang Yang agreed and started broadcasting on time in the evening.

Starting at 10:[-], after chatting with Danmaku for [-] minutes, the tomb robbers arrived as promised.

"Turn on the light, brother!"

The other party's video screen was dark, and the only sound of someone's breathing was heard.

"Don't worry, come on, shine a light on me."

Soon, under the dim light, a gray-white tombstone appeared in front of everyone.

It reads: [Qingxian Kao bestowed the tomb of Zhang Taigong, the Minister of the Qing Dynasty]

"I'll go, are you really robbing graves?"

Zhang Yang glanced at the barrage, is the Internet police here, someone here is serious.

"Are you panicking? Master Zhang?" A sneer came from the other end of the video: "Is this your ancestral grave?"

"The minister's tomb, there are probably a lot of good things in it, hehe."

Hearing the other party's smug laughter, Zhang Yang was a little confused.

He pretended to be very angry and said, "Do you really dare to dig someone's ancestral grave in front of tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room?"

"What's not to dare?"

"Unexpectedly, you report tomb robbers every day, and one day, your own ancestral grave will be dug up by us."

"Ha ha ha ha."

After the rampant laughter, the tomb robber took the initiative to disconnect Lianmai.

[It can’t really be Master Zhang’s ancestral grave, right?]

[I didn't expect that the master's ancestor was so rich, and he was still a servant]

[It's better to dig it yourself, it's cheaper for a tomb robber]

[Teacher, don’t get angry, let’s call the police first]

Call the police?

Zhang Yang also wanted to call the police, but what did he say?
This is not his ancestral tomb. China is so big. Where can we find it without relying on the Internet to locate it?

Also, the way the other party behaved, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be revenge for yourself.

Zhang Yang was still murmuring in his heart when another application for wheat connection popped up.

A two-level trumpet with an unknown IP, the same as before.

After the call was connected this time, the other party had already turned on the lights.

"Are you trying to track the network? Sorry, you can't do it~" the tomb robber said angrily.

"Did you see this copper stove, you use this to burn incense for your ancestors, right? I'll kick it straight!"

The tomb robber did what he said, and kicked the incense burner fiercely, only to hear a scream!
"what!"

"Why the hell is this incense burner welded to the ground!"

Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. This kind of person is hopeless.

"Let me remind you, this is really not my ancestral grave."

"Besides [Ci Shi Lang] is an official who spends money to donate to the dead. It looks better written on the tombstone. It's not a real servant."

"You want to lie to us now, it's too late!" The tomb robber said through gritted teeth: "Wait, in 10 minutes, I will let you see your ancestor's burial objects."

"At that time, you can help estimate the price and see how much it can be sold for."

After saying this, Lianmai broke again.

At this time, the non-staff members in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back any longer.

Captain Liu from the Public Security Bureau called directly:
"Can't you chat with them for a while? Team Sun and the others can't position themselves so quickly!"

"I think so too, but their anti-reconnaissance awareness is really strong."

Zhang Yang was helpless. Although he was confident, the other party was so crazy that it was unreasonable not to go in.

"In that case, you tell us where your ancestral grave is, and we'll send someone to guard it."

Captain Liu came up with a solution that was not a solution, and he could tell that these tomb robbers were here for Zhang Yang.

It is likely to be the leader mentioned earlier.

"I don't have an ancestral grave."

"That's broken." Captain Liu's tone became serious: "The rest of Zhang's family in our city will suffer."

"How about I tell them that my surname is actually Liu?" The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more he felt that it was a joke: "It's normal for the anchor's real name and stage name to not match. This might confuse them."

"This method is too dangerous for me."

Captain Liu didn't want to take any risks, he still hoped that Zhang Yang could delay.

He waited to contact the Cultural Relics Bureau. Ancient tombs with tombstones like this should be recorded.

"How to delay time?"

Before Zhang Yang could think about it, Lian Mai from the tomb robber came again:

"Come on, Master Zhang, let's see what your ancestors were buried with."

The other party took out a blue and white jug, the same as that used in ancient restaurants.

Zhang Yang ignored him and asked:
"Do your feet still hurt?"

"I'll show you something!"

"I just want to know, do your feet still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, just look at something first."

"Okay, don't kick the incense burner like this next time. Even if you don't hurt yourself, it's not good to kick it out and damage the flowers and plants!"

Zhang Yang was stuck on the verge of the opponent's rampage, so he didn't continue to babble.

He glanced at the flagon casually, immediately widened his eyes, covered his mouth and said in surprise:

"Baoyou, aren't you Yuan Qinghua?"

　Happy holidays everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)