Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 66 Teacher, Can Jun Kiln Be Repaired?
"I am the curator of Hailin Museum, Wang Jianye."

Instigated by Zhang Yang, curator Wang was forced to open.

The main reason is that someone's statement is too reasonable:

"You don't reveal your identity now, wait for an expert from a museum in Yangcheng to come over and take over the whole matter, this bronze gui will belong to someone else."

Wang Jianye thought about it, and it made sense.

So he became the first real-name buyer in this yard.

"You, Linhai curator, can't manage Yangcheng, can you?" the stall owner said looking at Wang Jianye's business card.

"Small problems, of course, can't be dealt with, but you are a big problem."

"what is the problem?"

"Look at this." Zhang Yang showed a picture of a bronze gui.

"The three fragments I took just now are from the same utensil, and this is it."

"So what?" asked the stall owner, frowning.

"This thing is called a gui. Like a tripod, it was a ritual vessel in ancient times." Zhang Yang explained patiently.

"You know what you say, nine tripods, the ancient emperors used nine tripods, but only eight guis."

"This thing probably came out of the tomb of some ancient prince, king, or even the emperor."

"You say yes, robber! Tomb! Thief!" Zhang Yang said in a low voice, word by word.

"Fuck!"

The stall owner was agitated by Zhang Yang and almost jumped up, but immediately sat down awkwardly and whispered:
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not that, I'm just a businessman."

Zhang Yangxin said: Brother, your acting skills are too fake.

This wanted to refute and was a little flustered. Even if I hadn't dug it, I probably knew relatives and friends who were Daedou.

But this is not the focus of Zhang Yang's attention now.

"We only pay attention to cultural relics and nothing else."

He asked, "Now can you tell us where the fragments came from?"

Wang Jianye's business card and work photos are still very bluffing, the stall owner did not hide anything, and chose to tell the truth:
"It's all group stuff."

"Group? Which group?"

"Which other group is there? It's the Hedong Group." The stall owner said to Zhang Yang quietly, "I advise you not to ask, your hands near the sea can't reach Yangcheng."

"This kind of thing, I can only say that everyone understands it, do you understand what I mean?"

Zhang Yang nodded perfunctorily, and quickly searched the Internet.

There are many companies in Guangdong Province called Hedong Group, but none of them have anything to do with antiques.

It was the stall owner who was kind enough to help him point out the company.

[Hedong Group Co., Ltd.], the main products are stationery, toys and industrial products.

Judging by the stall owner's secretive appearance, maybe this company is really a black and white local snake.

But he can't say what he says, Zhang Yang continued to ask:

"Aside from you, do they also buy from the group?"

"There are all fakes, but genuine ones like this one." The stall owner pointed to the bronze tripod in front of him: "This one is not."

"Okay, brother. Did you buy the same batch as you? Just those bronze shards?"

Zhang Yang felt that the remaining pieces might have been sold together.

"Yes!" The stall owner stood up, and was about to point out the direction for Zhang Yang and the others, when suddenly a middle-aged man in a black vest and floral shorts ran over.

He hurried to the stall owner and whispered a few words.

The stall owner nodded, raised four fingers, and muttered that he didn't know what he was talking about.

Then he pointed to Zhang Yang, changing his fingers into three.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang asked alertly.

However, the two people on the opposite side ignored him, and the stall owner quickly left in a hurry. The remaining middle-aged man in a vest came over and greeted Zhang Yang proactively.

"Friend, how is the harvest today?"

"Not much." Zhang Yang replied blankly.

"Now, there are really few good things." The other party nodded, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed them to Zhang Yang and Wang Jianye.

Seeing that the two of them were not smoking, he took out one and lit it himself.

"Two brothers, it's embarrassing to say something. Me, I sold a basket of bronze shards to Lao Fang, the man who was sitting here just now."

"Just now I suddenly realized that I took the wrong basket! These are already reserved for someone else's big boss."

When Zhang Yang heard this, he already understood what the other party meant.

This person is probably from the Hedong Group.

He turned his head and glanced in Teacher Huang's direction, and found that he was leading three strangers out of the alley they came from.

Three people, one old man and two young men, were similar to Zhang Yang's team.

"I've already taken a deposit. I'm really sorry. Look, can you do me a favor and return those three pieces to me?"

"You bought it for 300 yuan. I'll give you 100 yuan for three yuan. [-] yuan. Treat the two of you to tea."

"Is it okay?" the man in the black vest asked politely.

Zhang Yang took a step back, and after keeping a safe distance from this person, he replied:
"100 yuan? How about sending the beggar?"

"Look at us, do you look like someone short of 100 yuan?"

"Then you say a price?" The other party said with a smile.

He looks very polite, but the action of crushing the cigarette butts with his hands shows that he is obviously not a good stubble.

Zhang Yang didn't panic, because Mr. Huang and his party had already arrived by his side.

Six against one, the advantage is mine.

He smiled and said, "If you want me to talk about the price, it would be three million nine hundred."

The man in the black vest put away his smile, stared at Zhang Yang and asked:

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"It's not interesting. 300 million is the price of a bronze gui with inscriptions, and [-] is what you want to refund to me."

Zhang Yang smiled, pointed at this person, turned to Teacher Huang and said, "Things come from him."

"Huh?" The man in the black vest became more and more confused.

The people brought by Mr. Huang responded quickly, and the two young guys walked up immediately.

One of them took out his ID from his pocket:

"Hello, we are the staff of the Yuexiu District Branch of the Yangcheng Public Security Bureau, please cooperate."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang looked suspiciously at the two elderly people beside him:

"Mr. Huang, didn't you say it's not easy to call the police?"

He had thought about the scene of the chase, but the reinforcements who came took out their IDs.

"Haha, let me introduce you. This is Zhong Shao from the Yangcheng Museum, Teacher Zhong. He and Master Wang are brothers."

……

In the afternoon of the same day, in Yangcheng Museum, Mr. Zhong's studio, Zhang Yang used his mobile phone to start a live broadcast for the first time.

【Master Zhang moved again? 】

【It’s been hard these days, the country has started to crack down】

[Look at the rows of bronze wares behind the background, it’s too much punishment]

[Which prince's tomb was emptied again? 】

"Brothers, don't get me wrong, I haven't moved!"

"I didn't move to the prince's house either."

Zhang Yang divided the camera in half and gave it to Mr. Zhong:

"Today, we arrived at the Yangcheng Museum. Please ask Mr. Zhong to show you how experts restore cultural relics."

As he spoke, he turned the camera and showed the workbench in front of him.

There are a total of 37 bronze gui fragments, large and small, placed on it.

All of them were found in the house of the man in the black vest in the morning.

The man himself is the owner of an antique shop. In private, he not only helps the Hedong Group sell fakes, but also helps the Duodou to ship them. In the field of cultural relics crimes, BUFF is almost full.

There is no need for trial, just put it down on the initiative.

[Did this thing be dug up during the tomb robbery? 】

【"I am repairing cultural relics in the Forbidden City"】

[Anchor, please ask the teacher, can the Jun Kiln be repaired? 】

(End of this chapter)