Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 31 Produced on the construction site, it must be genuine

Hearing that Zhang Yang was going to volunteer for the treasure hunt show, Director Jin smiled happily for no reason, and said to Zhang Yang:

"Go ahead, I've asked them to change the title of the studio to "I'm going to record a show, see you the day after tomorrow."

"You are a volunteer, and you are close to the water. Remember to take a photo with each of the appraisal experts. It will be a good material for publicity."

"Then I still have to come to the company to do makeup?"

"No, no, the details of the face can be P."

After hearing this, Zhang Yang was in a mixed mood, but seeing that Director Jin was happy to be on leave, he agreed to try it.

Actually, I can't try a little.

He was assigned to the "Pedestrian Guidance Group". The task of the group was to guide the people who came to appraise the treasure on the way from the school gate to the event venue.

As far as Zhang Yang is concerned, he is guiding the way at the school gate.

Pure coolie.

Wearing ice sleeves and a straw hat, even if the cameraman captures him and goes on TV, no one will recognize him.

……

At ten o'clock the next morning, the staff of the TV station put up the poster of "Treasure Hunting, Walking into Linhai", and Zhang Yang started his day's volunteer activities.

"Young man, appreciating the treasure of the TV station, which way to go?..."

"Hey! Can my car drive in?..."

"I'm not here to appraise treasures, I'm here to find someone..."

"Brother, do you think my thing is beautiful? This is a national treasure!..."

There were all kinds of people asking for directions, and many of them were acquainted with each other, who took the initiative to chat with Zhang Yang.

Usually, Zhang Yang is a video appraiser, and Baoyou rarely shows his face. Today, he has seen so many appraisers at once, and he has gained a lot of knowledge.

Who said all those who play with antiques are old?
At least among the people Zhang Yang met, there were roughly [-] to [-] young people and middle-aged and elderly people.

But it is true that older people are easily deceived.

Several treasure friends who are suspected of being "National Treasure Gang" are all retired old people.

"Folk collectors near the sea are not good enough!"

Zhang Yang looked at the school gate for a long time, and came to this preliminary conclusion in his mind.

Genuine pieces are rare and most are modern imitations.

Looking for a needle in a haystack, the few real things that were fished out were all objects from the late Ming and Qing dynasties, and they were not worth much.

Of course, there is a great possibility that the owner of the treasure will not let others see the truly valuable things.

After standing for a day, there is nothing refreshing, and by the afternoon, there are not even people to ask for directions.

Zhang Yang could only sit on the steps next to the guard room and play with his mobile phone.

When the phone was about to die, someone suddenly touched Zhang Yang's arm from the side.

When he looked up, an old man with a dark complexion and a yellow vest used on the construction site was looking at Zhang Yang with his mouth open.

"Brother, do you collect antiques?" The old man asked with a smile.

"antique?"

The old man's words triggered Zhang Yang's keywords.

Some people appear to be volunteers on the surface, but in fact their real identity is the Master of Appreciating Treasures.

Moreover, this master also wanted to pick up the leak.

Zhang Yang looked around and found that there was no one else, so he asked in a low voice:
"Where is the thing? Let me see?"

"it's here."

The old man took out a bunch of waste newspapers from the rice bag in his hand. The newspapers were fully opened, and in the middle was a fist-sized bell full of copper rust.

"A bell for livestock!" The old man explained, "It still rings!"

Talking about going to shake.

Zhang Yang quickly reached out his hand to stop the opponent.

"Name: Bell"

"Material: Copper, Tin, Zinc"

"Production time: 1399"

"Detailed information: Bronze bells are common in ancient times, usually hung around the neck of a horse. There is a lot of copper rust on the surface of the utensil, and some of the copper rust has just fallen off, and it is suspected that it has just been unearthed."

1399, this year is very familiar to Zhang Yang, who studies history, because there was the famous "Battle of Jingnan" in this year.

What the old man took out turned out to be a bronze vessel from the Ming Dynasty!

The value of the item may not be very high, but the other party's attire basically tells Zhang Yang clearly:

This bell was just dug out on the construction site!

That means, there is likely to be a tomb behind it, and there is...

"Master, did you just dig out this thing?"

Zhang Yang went straight to the point, while observing the other party's expression.

The old man was very frank, and nodded twice: "Yes, just a few days ago, the excavator on the construction site dug it out."

"I think it may have been dug into the grave, because there are still broken bones in it, but this seems to be the only valuable thing."

Dig to the grave!And bones!
Zhang Yang was shocked by the other party's words.

It's not that it is so rare to dig out a tomb. He was surprised that the other party knew it was a tomb, and they wanted to sell the bronze wares in the tomb. Is it really courageous?

"Master, look over there."

Zhang Yang pointed to the camera at the door of the guard room: "That camera has captured both of us. It's useless for you to run now."

"Fuck!"

The uncle looked up and found that what Zhang Yang said was true.

He cursed, that he didn't want the rice bag and the copper bell, and turned around to run away.

But Zhang Yang directly grabbed his vest.

"If you run again, I'll call security!"

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, the uncle finally calmed down, turned his head, and looked Zhang Yang up and down.

After a while, he asked suspiciously:

"Are you collecting antiques?"

"No, I study antiques."

Zhang Yang said with a smile, taking off his straw hat, revealing his delicate face.

"I'm a college student at Linhai University, not a policeman, so don't panic."

His appearance is nothing more than a jade-faced scholar, very convincing.

"Oh, it's a student! It scared me to death."

The uncle patted his chest and wiped the sweat from his head. Maybe he didn't feel it was enough, so he took the straw hat from Zhang Yang's hand and slapped the wind twice.

"You are a college student, so you can tell, is this thing worth money?"

"It's worthless." Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "This is a horse bell. Although it is a bit old, who would spend money on a horse bell?"

"Ah? Really or not?" The old man didn't quite believe it.

Zhang Yang didn't have time to discuss the value with him, but asked directly:
"Why didn't you report the grave dug out at your construction site?"

"Sure enough, you are a college student, and you know a lot." The old man gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up: "But you can tell that you are not flexible when you hear it."

"Reporting can be two days late, after selling the item, report it!"

"Otherwise, when the archaeologists come, the construction site will be shut down. Where will we get the money?"

The old man has been on the construction site for so many years, and it is not the first time he has seen shipments. He has his own way of doing things.

"No wonder..." Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Now, should I call the police directly, or should you go to the police station yourself?"

"Ah? Isn't it?" The old man didn't believe what Zhang Yang said: "What good is it for you to call the police? At worst, I'll give you five dollars, and you've never seen me."

Five bucks...that's a generous price...

"It's not about money. I want to call the police because there may be more things hidden in the grave you dug out."

"No more, just such a copper bell, you still say it's worthless."

The old man's tone was a little depressed, and he didn't seem to be lying.

Zhang Yang has attended archaeology, so he naturally doesn't think like the old man. He explained:

"You are digging with an excavator. For archaeology, you need to use a small brush for grilling oil, and brush it little by little... Look, I can tell at a glance that your thing is an old thing, and it was dug out of the soil."

"Do you think I understand?"

The old man hesitated for a while, then nodded helplessly.

"That's fine. I'll send you to the police station to report the crime. If you run away, wait for me to call the police and the police will find you again. Then the matter will be serious!"

"What will happen?"

"I'll go to jail!"

"Ah? That's fine." The old man sighed, muttering in his mouth: Bad luck!
Unlucky?

Zhang Yang looked at the other party and shook his head in his heart.

Such a way of selling things like the other party's is the best way to catch a bad luck!

　Brothers, can you have some tickets?Want to rush down the new book list.Kowtow to the brothers!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)