Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 20 Hailin Museum

"Ah Guang, have you taken a fancy to his flower pot?"

After Zhang Yang left, Xiao Lihua turned her head to look at her current boyfriend.

The two are now serious boyfriend and girlfriend, and Xiao Lihua's live broadcast has been temporarily suspended. Of course, if the two break up, she will still go back and continue the live broadcast.

"That's right, the price is just right for the old man." Chen Yanguang looked at the direction Zhang Yang left and said, "The old man has recently become obsessed with mimosa, and the size of the thing is just right."

"But compared to things, this person is quite interesting."

"Interesting? You mean Zhang Yang?" Xiao Lihua asked, "Speaking of which, you are alumni."

"Hahaha, I was a correspondence student. By the way, what did he study?" Chen Yanguang asked.

"I heard that he studied history. Sister Gao, who was in charge of putting on makeup for him, told me that it shouldn't be fake."

"History, no wonder you know how to appraise treasures. Such people are the real talents in the Internet age."

Chen Yanguang said something nonchalantly, seeing the ignorant look of the girl next to him, he smiled and patted her on the head: "Let's go, take you to see the diamond necklace I took for you."

Zhang Yang actually noticed that Chen Yanguang was a little too enthusiastic, but he didn't think much about it.

According to the words of detective Gao, the identity of this Chen can basically be determined to be the young owner of a chain medical beauty group, and he should be worth several billion. His father really started in the coal business, but he didn't dig it, but resold it.

It's normal for the young rich second generation to like to play live broadcasts, but if you really think you can make friends with him, then you're a bit of a clown.

It's not a level. Don't rub hard.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't think much about it, and there was another important reason: he didn't have time.

Because he had just come downstairs when he met Fang Tiantian.

Beside her, there was an old man with gray hair and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes.

Zhang Yang had a little impression of the old man's appearance. He should be Wang Guosheng, the treasure appraiser that Fang Tiantian was talking about, the one who wanted to buy the leak he picked up.

Judging by Fang Tiantian's familiarity with these two, they should have come together.

Zhang Yang thought about it, one more thing is worse than one less thing, he pretended to look down at his phone, and quickly walked down the handrail of the stairs.

In the end, he was blocked by a yellow-brown wooden crutch.

"Don't mind, young man." Wang Guosheng said with a smile: "Is Zhang Yang right? Are you free? Let's chat?"

Seeing that Fang Tiantian had identified herself, Zhang Yang replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Hello, Master Wang."

"you know me?"

"En." Zhang Yang nodded, pointing to Fang Tiantian: "She mentioned to me that she saw your photo on the Internet. And the crutch in your hand is a serious sea yellow (Huanghua pear), I think the answer is obvious."

"Not bad, good eyesight." Master Wang nodded with approval on his face.

Wang Jianye on the side also showed interest: "Little brother, can you tell the difference between Yuehuang and Haihuang at a glance?"

"Who is this?"

"My nephew, the curator of Hailin Museum." Master Wang introduced.

"Oh, nice to meet you."

Zhang Yang suddenly realized, no wonder Fang Tiantian is so considerate, she originally wanted to climb the high branch of the curator, from a clerk to a famous lady.

The Hailin Museum used to be called the Linhai Museum, but because it was private, the name was changed when the municipal museum was built.

Zhang Yang remembers that he went to this museum during his primary school graduation trip.

My first impression at the time was: the museum is so beautiful!
After listening to the commentator's explanation, it became: Antiques are so valuable!
Zhang Yang felt that his willingness to do Jianbao's work might have something to do with his childhood experience.

When the curator asked a question, he still had to give face, so Zhang Yang replied with a smile: "There is such a big solid ghost eye on the crutch, it's still an open door."

Zhang Yang has done a lot of live broadcasting recently, and he is becoming more and more proficient in deriving evidence based on results.

Wang Jianye was obviously taken aback by him. He glanced at his uncle's crutches several times, and muttered, "There are ghost eyes like this, even yellower ones. How do you look at it?"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Master Wang kindly said to his nephew: "If you don't understand, write it down first, and I will teach you when I go back."

Then turned to look at Zhang Yang: "Take a step to talk? It's not good for us to stand here."

"Okay." Zhang Yang nodded in agreement.

His attitude has quietly changed. The reason is very simple. This is the curator of the museum. It is a stable market for picking up leaks.

As for Fang Tiantian, who had annoyed him a little before, in front of the three antique experts, he could only do some work of opening doors and pouring water, and he couldn't say a few words, but he could bear it.

In the temporary reception room, when Zhang Yang talked about his experience of going to the Hailin Museum when he was a child, the two Wang family members became interested.

"When you went, how many years ago?" Master Wang asked proactively.

"When I went there, it should have been nine years ago. It was still called the Linhai Museum at that time. I remember that the guide at that time was an elderly aunt who told us that it cost the curator a lot of money to buy those antiques."

"Nine years ago... At that time, I was still an undergraduate student in Manchester. The guide who will lead you should be my mother."

Wang Jianye frowned and said, he seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end it all turned into a sigh: "Oh."

"My younger brother and younger siblings have already passed away." Master Wang said indifferently. The old man is used to seeing life and death, so he takes these things lightly.

"My condolences." Zhang Yang couldn't say much, he could only express it briefly.

"Thank you." Master Wang nodded.

"I heard that you are a student of Linhai University?"

"Yes, a sophomore in the Department of History."

"Then your eyesight is really extraordinary." Master Wang gave him a thumbs up: "Even my friends who grew up playing hide-and-seek among antiques may not have your eyesight."

"Your family is also in the antique business?"

"No, just play by myself."

"Really? So strong?" Wang Jianye showed surprise and an exaggerated expression. It seemed that he had received a Western-style education, and he didn't have the calmness and restraint of many Chinese people.

On the other hand, Master Wang was different. He pushed a cup of tea to Zhang Yang and asked slowly:

"Is there an elder in the family who is a craftsman?"

This is a very delicate question, because those who do not fight will call themselves craftsmen, and those who specialize in antique counterfeit goods will also call themselves craftsmen.

Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "No, I'm the first in my family to engage in this industry."

"Then how did you know that the famille rose flower pot was leaking? And you said you would pick up the leak the day you entered the store, are you so confident?" Wang Jianye asked eagerly.

Zhang Yang could see that this little curator Wang was Master Wang's substitute, and the two of them really wanted to reveal their secrets.

He was thinking about how to keep these two people from asking questions, when there was a knock on the door behind him: "Master Wang, the auction is about to start."

"Oh? It's about to start."

Master Wang got up with the support of his nephew.

"Student Zhang, do me a favor, let's go and have a look together?"

(End of this chapter)