Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 412 Arrested on the Spot
"Uncle, are you okay?" Zhang Yang asked with concern.

Although the sound doesn't sound like Uncle Shen's making a fuss, it's the first month of the year, so it's okay to pay attention.

"It's okay, it's okay, just keep going."

When Uncle Shen spoke, his voice had obvious changes in distance, as if he was holding a stool.

Then the sound of another person's heavy breathing came from the earphones. Zhang Yang could imagine that the person who answered the phone must be very excited.

"Zhang Yang, right?" The person who spoke was a woman with a clear voice.

"Yes, I am Zhang Yang. Who are you?"

"I'm two years older than you. Just call me...Sister Zhao." The woman replied a little stuck.

Sister Zhao? Such a coincidence that he has the same surname as Lao Zhao?

But wasn't Lao Zhao's last name made up?
However, Uncle Shen did not avoid this woman when he was talking to me just now, allowing her to hear top-secret things...

Zhang Yang guessed that she should be a relative of Lao Zhao.

It seems that the relationship between the Zhao family and the Shen family is really close.

Zhang Yang felt that he had nothing to say to Sister Zhao. He couldn't say that he suspected that Old Zhao was going to jail, right?

So he simply responded: "Hello, Sister Zhao."

"Let's call Uncle Shen. I have something important to communicate with him."

"It's my second uncle's business, right? I'm his niece, there's no need to hide it." The woman named Sister Zhao took the initiative to reveal her identity.

"I wonder if Uncle Shen has ever told you about the true identities of my father and my second uncle?"

"No, I'm just a treasure hunter. I don't need to know the identity of my treasure friends. No matter who they are, I treat them equally." Zhang Yang explained professionally.

"That's true for you, but I have to make it clear that I am actually..."

The woman mentioned her position. It turned out that she was the female version of Hou Liangping. Although she was transferred to another subordinate, her responsibilities were still the same.

After listening to this, Zhang Yang couldn't help but have a playful expression on his face.

No wonder Sister Zhao had such a big reaction just now. It turned out to be a misfortune in her family.

Is this an act of extermination? She might have to do it herself.

"Zhang Yang, or Director Zhang, my second uncle, is he still in your museum?" Sister Zhao asked.

"Yes, his bodyguard is here too."

"I haven't finished reading everything yet, and I won't be leaving for a while. If you want to arrest someone, make arrangements as soon as possible."

Zhang Yang leaned his back against the wall, very relaxed.

It seems that he doesn't need to worry about this matter now, he just waits for this woman to tell him what to do.

If caught, Zhang Yang welcomes him with both hands;
If you want to show favoritism, then take Lao Zhao away.

"Okay, then Director Zhang, please help stabilize him. I'll find someone right now."

"Really?" Zhang Yang didn't expect the other party to answer so decisively.

Is this second uncle biological? Could it be that her grandparents picked it up?
"We really caught him. In fact, he has been within the scope of our investigation for a long time. It's just that I came a step too late and let him trouble Uncle Shen..."

"Come on, give me a call."

Uncle Shen interrupted Sister Zhao and took the initiative to take over the topic. After he breathed a sigh of relief, he told Zhang Yang on the phone:

"Don't be nervous. I only know now that bad guy like Lao Zhao has caused a big trouble. Now they will definitely enforce the law impartially."

"You go out later and make a video call to me, and I'll come and talk to him."

"Uncle Shen, don't..."

Sister Zhao on the other end still wanted to persuade, but Uncle Shen couldn't help but hang up the phone directly, making it clear that he wanted to take advantage of his relationship with Zhang Yang and kill him first and then tell him later.

This made Zhang Yang stunned. The two of them were acting there, right? Should he make the video call later or not?

Just when Zhang Yang was worried, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Zhang, are you okay?"

It was Lao Zhao who spoke.

As expected, he was not as relaxed as he had appeared in the room just now. After just a few minutes, he couldn't hold himself any longer and even ran to the toilet door to urge him.

Zhang Yang quickly flushed the water, washed his hands, held the wall and opened the door.

"I'm sorry." He touched his stomach, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach. The lunch meal was too good, I was a little greedy."

"Oh, I was worried that something might happen to you in there."

"No problem, it's just greed."

"Okay, let's go back."

Lao Zhao felt that Zhang Yang's pause when speaking was a bit unnatural, as if he was pointing at him, but he had no evidence, because Zhang Yang's expression was the same as before, and his tone was also ordinary.

……

Back in the conference room, Lao Zhao wanted to appraise the calligraphy and painting first.

Because calligraphy and painting are generally more expensive.

Zhang Yang excused his physical discomfort and asked him to move the box himself.

While the other party was opening the box to get the painting, Zhang Yang inquired:
"Uncle Shen said that Uncle Zhao and you have a lifelong friendship. Is it really that deep, or is my uncle exaggerating?"

"It's not an exaggeration. We went to high school together..."

When talking about his friendship with Uncle Shen, Old Zhao became obviously interested. Although he had already taken out the painting, he held it in his hand without showing it to anyone. Instead, he sat down directly and began to recall the glorious past.

What youth means is actually the immoral things he and Uncle Shen did together in Yanjing.

Just like the young people described by Beijing-style writer Wang Su, they skip classes, pick up girls, and fight in groups, and they never fall behind...

Zhang Yang did not disturb Lao Zhao. He was not very interested in the remaining antiques. Anyway, he was just waiting for time for someone to come.

After listening, he said with deep emotion: "I really envy you."

"If I had such a good brother, I would definitely maintain a lifelong friendship with him. Those betrayals, deceptions, etc. would never happen between us."

Lao Zhao: "..."

He tilted his head and looked at Zhang Yang, feeling that Zhang Yang was still nodding at him.

But there is really no evidence, because Zhang Yang has even taken the initiative to take the painting from his hand and started to appraise it.

"Uncle Zhao also studies calligraphy and painting?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"No, I don't know anything about this, I'm just a layman." Old Zhao smiled naively, "Basically, it's what others give me. I evaluate whether he can help me, and then I decide whether to accept it or not."

"To be honest, if I accept calligraphy and paintings from anyone, even if I don't accept them, things have to be done. It's just to give them some psychological comfort and face."

"Oh, I understand, that is, no benefits are transferred." Zhang Yang explained helpfully.

"Yes, yes, that's what it means."

"Well, this painting is okay." Zhang Yang nodded.

If what Lao Zhao said is true, then these paintings and calligraphy are not considered bribes, because an important condition for accepting bribes is to seek benefits for others.

Simply accepting money without doing anything, unless you actively ask for a bribe, is indeed not accepting bribes. The precise definition should be considered fraud.

But tens of millions of porcelains just popped out, and now these few calligraphy and paintings are of no use even if they are clean.

"Uncle Zhao, we are not outsiders. Let me tell you the truth. My professional knowledge in calligraphy and painting is actually limited."

"We can only see if it's true or false." Zhang Yang said sincerely. "That's enough." Lao Zhao comforted Zhang Yang and said, "If you can tell the authenticity, you have surpassed 99% of collectors. What do you think of this painting? I'm all ears."

"Haha, no, no, actually, Uncle Zhao, your painting is quite famous."

"The author of this painting, Li E, was one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty. He used to paint for Kangxi in the palace painting workshop, so his level is very high."

"This painting was painted in the fourteenth year of Qianlong (1749). It is a work in his later years. During this period, his strokes were thicker and more inclined to freehand brushwork, rather than the meticulous realism he used when he was in the palace..."

"Xiao Zhang, I have to criticize you a few words. Don't you think you don't understand calligraphy and painting? Excessive modesty is pride."

"No, no, no, please listen to me first." Zhang Yang smiled slightly and told Lao Zhao, "The reason why I am so familiar with this painting is not because I understand it, but because one time, when I was attending an auction in Xiangjiang, I happened to Come auction it.”

"The transaction price at that time seemed to be 250,000."

"When did this happen?"

"It was less than three years ago." Zhang Yang pretended to recall.

In fact, he had never seen this painting at all, but the information on the item was clear. It was an industrialist named Xu. He took a picture of it at Sophia's in Hong Kong, and then gave it to Lao Zhao's son as a birthday gift. Gift.

What’s interesting is that the boss named Xu just got into the accident not long ago. It is estimated that he will have to go in and use the sewing machine in a while.

I don’t know if Lao Zhao will meet him in the workshop.

"That should be right." There was a strange expression on Lao Zhao's face, and he murmured in explanation, "TMD, at that time he told me that this painting was passed down from his ancestors and asked me not to care about the price."

"I didn't expect to fool me with such a cheap painting."

Zhang Yang just pretended not to hear this. At that time last year, Boss Xu was really out of money, so it was normal to fool him.

He pointed to the other boxes: "What other paintings and calligraphy are there? Let's continue."

"Wait a minute, let me pick."

Lao Zhao rarely picked up the collection, which he had never done before.

But the way Zhang Yang looked at him felt a bit like he was looking for other paintings given by Boss Xu to see if they were all valuable.

He opened one box after another, and every time he found something wrong, he closed it and continued searching. Finally, he found a large scroll with a shaft length of about half a meter.

Zhang Yang actually wanted to ask if this painting was also a gift from Boss Xu, but seeing that Lao Zhao's expression didn't look right, he didn't say anything.

When the scroll is unfolded, it is a large vertical scroll Chinese painting one meter long and half a meter wide.

The painting shows a heron standing on a stone by the water, staring at the water with its head lowered, as if looking for food. The mood is quite interesting and the artistic conception is full of content.

He looks like a master at first glance.

The inscription in the upper left corner reads: [There is no place for the boat to store the rain, but the cloud pavilion is here. At this time, looking to the south, there is a picture of Wanshan Mountain.

The signature is [Bada Shanren].

One of the red seals below is also the standard "Bada Shanren" seal.

Zhang Yang frowned unconsciously when he saw the signature.

"Is there any problem?" Lao Zhao asked.

Zhang Yang did not answer in a hurry, but raised his head and glanced at him first.

Realizing that Lao Zhao's expression didn't look like he was pretending to be stupid, he couldn't help but look in the direction of the door.

When will Queen Liangping's people come?

The authentic products of Bada Shanren are out.

Let’s try Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, and Zhang Daqian later. Will the people who come here not be able to stand it?

You must know that in terms of value, Zhu Da, a native of Bada Mountain, was the most famous master of traditional Chinese painting in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. The transaction price of his works was never less than 20 million.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the favorite of the National Treasure Gang.

When appreciating his paintings, the main thing is to look at the Zen spirit that is both a monk and a Confucianist. The painting in front of Zhang Yang obviously expresses it very well. Considering the age of the painting, it should be Zhu Da's work in his later years.

It can be considered a top-notch masterpiece.

"With freehand abstraction and a composition full of perspective and balance, Uncle Zhao's painting is undoubtedly an authentic work of Bada Shanren." Zhang Yang briefly commented.

"Are you sure it's true?"

"More real than real gold." Zhang Yang nodded heavily.

However, he did not give a quotation, but carefully observed Lao Zhao's reaction.

Even the boss of the National Treasure Gang should know how valuable Bada Shanren's paintings are. This painting is worth all the treasures before.

In this case, Lao Zhao's attitude was very ambiguous.

Zhang Yang saw confusion and pain on his face, but there was no surprise or curiosity.

So in fact, he had a clear mind and knew that there was a high probability that this product was genuine.

"Have you ever seen this painting at an auction?" Old Zhao asked lightly.

Zhang Yang shook his head numbly.

In fact, he could tell that this was also bought by Boss Xu at an auction in Xiangjiang in 2015. The transaction price at that time was 2342 million.

It was worth this price at that time, but now it is worth at least double.

However, Zhang Yang was still in junior high school in 2015, so of course he couldn't tell such obvious lies as saying that he had seen it auctioned.

"It's normal that I haven't seen it before. This painting has been in my hands since 16. It was also the first time I accepted a gift from others."

"Unexpectedly, a Pandora's box was opened..."

Just as Lao Zhao was about to open up his heart and talk to the junior Zhang Yang about his journey, a fierce quarrel suddenly came from the corridor.

Of course, the sharing of thoughts was interrupted.

Just when Zhang Yang was about to get up and take a look, a sharp shout suddenly came:
"Don't even move!"

It suddenly became quiet outside.

Then, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door.

Zhang Yang didn't rush to open the door, but looked back at Lao Zhao.

I saw that Lao Zhao's face suddenly became a little pale, and his lips were trembling slightly, which meant that he still had sense, otherwise he would have been frightened to death.

"Who is it?" Zhang Yang asked aloud.

"Director, it's me." It was Librarian He who spoke. "Someone is looking for you."

"Oh, here we come." Zhang Yang nodded, pointed at himself and said to Lao Zhao, "Look for me."

Old Zhao nodded silently and motioned Zhang Yang to open the door with his eyes.

He himself sat numbly on the chair, his legs must have become weak.

"Click~" The door opened.

Before Zhang Yang could react, he saw two blue figures rushing in. After looking at each other, they realized that the target was wrong and walked straight towards Lao Zhao not far away.

"Director..." Director He looked bitterly outside the door, feeling as if he was seeing a big boss.

He brought people here, and he thought he had ruined the good deeds of publicity.

"It's okay, you did a good job." Zhang Yang smiled at him.

Seeing the visitor's uniform, he felt relieved.

The painting of Bada Shanren was not confiscated yet, so he was immediately arrested on the spot.

(End of this chapter)