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Chapter 32 Is something in my hand?
An old man on the construction site, nicknamed Wu Laoer.

He has no children, is alone, has been on the construction site for decades, and has achieved nothing. The only thing he can tell is his knowledge.

The vegetarian ones, the black ones, the white ones and the yellow ones, Wu Laoer has seen them all.

It is true that he has eaten more salt than anyone else has eaten rice.

So a few days ago, when the bones were dug out at the construction site, he immediately realized that it might be a tomb.

He had seen this kind of thing when he was young, and he also helped the archaeological team deliver lunches and carry coffins.

Of course, he also knew that besides the bones, there were funerary objects in the tomb.

So that night, he took a few workers and took advantage of the darkness to go to the place where the bones were dug out. After searching for most of the night, he found several bottles and jars, the bronze bell, and some rusty copper coins.

The treasure was found, but everyone doesn't understand antiques, and they don't know which ones are worth.

Wu Laoer originally wanted to have one person, so he divided the things and quickly broke up.

But seeing that the workers were about to fight for the bronze bell, he was afraid that there would be too much noise, so he took the initiative to ask Ying, saying that he would sell the things first.

At the same time, I was also thinking about whether I could find a big buyer and buy all the other bottles and jars.

Exchange antiques for money, it is much more convenient to divide money than things.

So if Zhang Yang was more patient, Meng Yi Meng Wu's second child, and lied to him that he was collecting antiques, maybe he could see more treasures.

Also because of this, Wu Er Er knew that he really couldn't go to this police station.

"If you run away now, you will lose a worthless bronze bell. If you go to the police station, you won't be able to keep those treasures under the bed at the construction site!"

Walking on the road, Wu Laoer became more and more irritable as he thought about it.

Selling miserably, begging for mercy, sharing money, begging for help, he used all the moves he could think of, and the college students around him just didn't let go.

The answer is always a few words:
"Your bronze ware is worthless, there is no need to go to jail for this little money."

"The bell is not important, but the tomb behind it is important."

"The camera has captured everything, what else are you thinking about?"

At the back, Wu's second son was already a little bit over the top.

"I must run away today, so that you can see the dangers of society."

There is definitely no chance of running normally. How can an old man compare his speed with a young man? He must take advantage of the terrain, for example, traffic lights!

On their way to the police station, the two passed a big intersection.

Standing on the safety island, Zhang Yang was still chatting with the old man:

"Master, don't feel bad, if there is a big tomb behind this thing, you will definitely get a bonus."

"Although it's not as expensive as selling bells, it's safe, and it might even be featured in newspapers!"

"And let me be honest, the way you sell things, you will either be cheated, or you will run into the police directly..."

The old man didn't reply, but Zhang Yang was about to take a look when his ears suddenly became lively.

"Hey, hello, come back!" - this is the traffic counselor shouting.

"呲~"—this is the sound of a car slamming on the brakes.

"The old thing is dying!" - this is the driver's scolding.

Zhang Yang turned his head and saw that the uncle in a yellow vest had rushed to the middle of the crosswalk in a few seconds.

"Fuck!"

Zhang Yang immediately raised his foot to chase, but was stopped by the persuasive auntie who stretched out her arm.

"What are you doing? You can't see the red light!" Auntie yelled loudly.

"No, that person..." Zhang Yang pointed at the uncle through the endless traffic, "He..."

"It's his business for him to run a red light. You are young, like an old man? Do you want to try, will these cars let you? You are only in your twenties, don't you want to live?"

Auntie's mouth was like a cannonball, and Zhang Yang couldn't speak at all.

The car "咻~咻~" passed by on the main road, and Zhang Yang watched the uncle run away all the way.

Uncle, without you, how could I... hand in the bronze bell!

Eh, no, he seemed to be stopped by the counselor across the road?
Zhang Yang thought that there was a light of righteousness, but he only saw the uncle and the counselor on the opposite side of the road dancing and gesticulating a few times before leaving immediately.

The figure disappeared into the crowd.

At this time, the green light on the crosswalk leading to the police station finally turned on.

Zhang Yang glanced at the bag in his hand, thought about it, and decided to leave the matter to professionals.

……

In the community police station, two policemen received Zhang Yang.

When they didn't see anything, they heard that Zhang Yang got a bronze vessel from the old man at the construction site. The expressions of the two policemen were already a little subtle.

When Zhang Yang took out the bell, one of the policemen didn't hold back and laughed out loud.

"Uh, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm sorry...I think of happy things."

"Oh~" Zhang Yang nodded, although he felt that the expressions of the two policemen in front of him were strange, but he still talked about his "appraisal results".

"This is a bronze horse bell from the early Ming Dynasty..."

"Look at the copper rust on it, it should be buried in the soil for many years..."

"Look at the soil on it, it should have just been unearthed..."

"Uh, uh, uh."

The two policemen held back their laughter, cooperating with Zhang Yang in a somewhat perfunctory manner.

"Don't you believe it?"

Zhang Yang heard this perfunctory, it was too obvious.

"I don't believe it." Policeman A quickly shook his head.

Policeman B took advantage of the situation and asked Zhang Yang: "How much did the old man at the construction site charge you for this thing?"

"It didn't cost any money. As soon as he heard that I was going to take him to the police station, he ran through a red light and ran away."

"But the camera in our school's security room should have captured him."

"Then what is the point of you handing in this thing?" A asked, "If there is no transaction, it is difficult to define it as a fraud!"

"Scam? It's not this one. I want to say that there may be a tomb of the Ming Dynasty behind this cultural relic."

"There may be more cultural relics in the tomb..."

"Okay, okay. Wait, I'll show you something."

Policeman A dragged a cardboard box from the wall, which looked quite heavy.

"These are fake antiques collected this week and haven't had time to file yet."

"Come on, look, these jade bowls, jade boards, jade official statues, Buddha statues, and jade cups, commonly known as the five-piece construction site set, are all sold by the old man on the construction site."

"By the way, there are also upgraded versions, Buddha head and jade ring finger."

"There are also bronze wares, take a look at this."

Policeman B opened another cardboard box, and Zhang Yang glanced inside, greatly shocked.

Inside is a Wuyang square bottle!
"Outrageous, right?" Policeman A laughed and said, "However, such large fakes are rare, because many people don't have the guts to buy them."

"The current bronze wares are all from the Ming and Qing Dynasties."

"Look, this is a bronze lamp from the Ming Dynasty, an incense burner from the Qing Dynasty...there are too many things to fit!"

"How can there be so many tombs! Those old men on the construction site are all deceiving."

After hearing this, Zhang Yang knew that the two policemen were trying to convince him that the bronze bell was fake.

He also knows that even if he talks about breaking the sky now, the two people in front of him can't believe it.

After being silent for half a minute, he thought of a way:
"Since it's fake, can I take it back and sell it?"

"Yes! It's fine to sell it as a handicraft, and it's okay to sell it for more than a dozen yuan. But it's not okay to sell it as an antique."

The two policemen explained patiently and Zhang Yang.

"That's okay, a dozen yuan is quite a lot, enough for me to have a full meal."

Zhang Yang wrapped the things in newspaper, put them in the bag, said "thank you" with a smile, and walked out without looking back.

In my heart, I muttered: Treasure hunt, here I come!
(End of this chapter)