Chapter 105 I am Zhang Guoqiang from Good Luck Village
Seeing his grandfather so confident, Zhang Yang was a little scared.

However, when he thought of the experience Xiao Shen had taught him before, he felt relieved.

"Brother, remember, Grandpa is a joke in the entire Qingzhou circle, so don't believe any of his boasts."

"If Grandpa said at the scene: I bought the real thing, the effect would be the same as Brother Hu shouting on the streets of Shenyang: I have an announcement."

So now, when he says he wants to unify the Qingzhou collecting circle, it is very likely that the result will be a reverse unification.

That is to make everyone laugh.

Even everyone who sees him will step on him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly felt a little excited about the upcoming party.

The venue of this "Qingzhou Folk Collectors Offline Gathering" is a tourist resort in the suburbs.

It is said that the owner of the resort was once the most famous folk collector in Qingzhou.

When the CCTV "Treasure Hunt" program team came to Handong to host the show, he also appeared in CCTV's promotional video.

Although it is a babysitter, not everyone is qualified to be one.

But unfortunately, this big boss was cheated by a foreign scammer when he bought a chicken-glazed cup and almost lost everything overnight.

Finally, all the antiques in his collection were sold, and only then was the resort's business barely kept going.

"And then he degenerated into the National Treasure Gang?"

After listening to Grandpa Lu's story, Zhang Yang asked in confusion.

This is ridiculous. Who would choose to save a suburban resort when going bankrupt?

It’s better to keep a few antiques. The prices are skyrocketing now.

"Zhang Yang, your words are too aggressive."

"When we get to the scene later, don't keep calling them the National Treasure Gang."

Grandpa reminded worriedly:

"The most correct way to describe them is to call them folk collectors. That's what the TV station calls them when their big bosses appear on TV shows."

"Understand?"

"I see, Grandpa, you are cutting ties with them."

Zhang Yang remembered that when Grandpa Lu mentioned his fellow Tibetan friends, he would always refer to them as "we".

Now it has become "they".

Grandpa shook his head after hearing Zhang Yang's words:
"That's not called cutting off, it's just that my cognition is higher than theirs. Now when I talk to them, I feel a little out of place."

"But there's nothing we can do about it. People always have to grow up..."

Grandpa gave a long speech nearby, explaining that he and his old friends had not "severed ties" but had simply "got lost" naturally on the road to growth.

If his grandfather wasn’t already over sixty years old, Zhang Yang would have believed it.

Now, of course, he was laughing out loud in the car.

Hahahaha!

……

When he arrived at the resort, Zhang Yang just knew who the main force of the National Treasure Gang was as soon as he got to the parking lot at the entrance of the village.

The parking lot was full of old men.

Things like Olympic R8, Bentley Chaos, Huang Boghini, and Gem Agility.

It's like an old man's trade show.

The flamboyant genuine G-Class drove out, and the old man who was collecting parking fees was stunned. He rubbed his eyes and thought:

Why is the old man's music so big? Can it run?

After seeing the word "Mercedes-Benz" on the rear of the car, the old man quickly sent a message to the work group:

"There are more leeks, and they are in the parking lot now."

"There's an old man sitting in the passenger seat. He doesn't look very smart. Let's make some arrangements..."

Of course Zhang Yang didn't know all this.

So as soon as he came out of the parking lot, he was surrounded by vendors selling antiques, and he thought that this was the case in the resort.

Zhang Yang was originally quite interested in the starry-eyed red sandalwood bracelet, but his grandfather had a lot of experience in being fooled. He grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and said:

"Don't touch it. If you touch it, it's yours. The starting price is 1800, and the actual price will be reduced by one zero."

But grandpa speaks a little loudly.

The lady selling bracelets heard it.

Auntie blushed immediately:

"What do you mean, old man? Is this bracelet of mine the cheap one you mentioned?"

"You're so stingy, you can't only pay a few hundred dollars, right?"

"What does it have to do with you how much money I have?" Grandpa asked back very politely.

"Haha! If you don't have money, don't come out to play, okay? Poor bastard!"

The auntie was cursing, and Zhang Yang didn't want to spoil her, so he was about to retort, but he didn't expect his grandfather to reply even faster:

"Yes, yes, poor guy."

"I am poor, but I am not like you, selling sex!"

Zhang Yang recognized this attack power.

Of course the aunt’s reaction was more intense, and she started to hit the person directly.

But before she could stretch out her hand, her grandfather suddenly took out a clay jar from the bag behind him and put it on his head.

It seems that he is COSing an Indian, but in fact he is provoking the other party.

Because Grandpa Lu even waved at him:
"Come on, come on, hit me."

"I bought this Longshan culture pottery jar for one million. Can you try to touch it?"

It was clearly a pottery jar from the Han Dynasty, but my grandfather spoke without thinking, and it took us back three thousand years.

But the aunt really didn't dare to continue.

She could see that her grandfather was a scammer.

This is a bit scary.

The old lady spat and walked away cursing. The other onlookers saw this and let Zhang Yang go and stopped trying to sell him things.

"Grandpa, this move of yours is really powerful! It looks pretty good when it's held like this."

Zhang Yang looked at his grandfather's Indian look and gave him a thumbs up.

The other party immediately handed over the pottery jar:
"Looks good? Then you take the top."

"Me? I don't need it, right?"

"If you take the lead, no one will dare to surround you." Grandpa Lu pointed to his face and said, "At my age, salespeople generally don't dare to get too close to me."

"She doesn't know where I come from. The money I earn is not enough for me to fall down."

"But you are different, you are young..."

No matter what his grandfather said, Zhang Yang refused.

At most, I could hold the pottery jar in my arms.

The two walked forward for a while and soon arrived at the main road of the resort.

The surroundings are a bit deserted, much like a snack street in a tourist attraction during the off-season. There are more roadside shops and people peddling small commodities than tourists walking on the road.

"Why are there so few people?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but mutter.

He came to see the fun.

If there are too few people, it won't be lively. Grandpa Lu had the same doubts, but he was more direct than Zhang Yang. He stopped a passerby and asked:
"My dear, why are there so few people here today?"

"do not you know?"

The old man who was stopped said with great sorrow:
"After Huashan Appraisal came once before, many old people were dragged by their families to have their collections appraised, only to find that they had spent all their money on fakes."

"These people are being watched for this kind of event now. They are not allowed to come. Do you understand?"

"It's impossible that they are all under surveillance?" Grandpa Lu asked.

"Of course not all of them."

The old man pointed at Zhang Yang and said:
"There are people in your situation too. Bring your little one over here. Right now, those people are dating and exchanging collections in the square."

"Hey, brother, I think your grandson is quite handsome. How old is he this year? My eldest daughter just got divorced and is here today..."

"He's 17, not even an adult yet!"

Grandpa Lu skillfully retorted to the old man.

Since everyone is in the square, I must go over and take a look.

Several of Grandpa's old friends also came, and this was the best opportunity for him to show his strength.

……

There were indeed a lot of people in the square.

In the middle is an open-air teahouse.

Many people drink tea and exchange collections here.

Soon, Zhang Yang and his friends found their own seats at one of the tea tables.

Grandpa Lu’s three old friends are sitting here.

They are Grandma Xue and her granddaughter Shi Nannan, Passerby A, and Passerby B.

Ever since grandpa sat down at the table, he talked about the Xue family's grandparents and grandchildren every other sentence. He didn't introduce the remaining two people at all, so Zhang Yang didn't know them either.

After the greetings, he directly took out the terracotta figurines from his backpack.

Like a peacock spreading its tail, she introduced to Grandma Xue the wonders of this "Venus of the Han Dynasty".

After he finished his introduction, Grandma Xue didn't say anything, but two strangers spoke first.

Passerby A: "How much have you been cheated of this thing?"

Passerby B: "I guess 10,000 yuan, which is in line with Lao Lu's consumption level. Venus... I still love Venus!"

Passerby A: "I've seen this kind of pottery figurines sold by a boss named Zheng Xiangqian before. The cost price is only a few hundred yuan. They are tourist souvenirs."

Passerby B: "Who said it wasn't? Old Lu, why are you still acting so high and mighty in front of us? Pottery figurines from the Han Dynasty, do you know which dynasty the Han Dynasty was from?"

"Yes, the Han Dynasty lasted from 202 BC to 220 AD." Grandpa Lu answered quickly.

And quickly asked back:

"You two are so knowledgeable about terracotta figurines, you must be able to tell what era this thing of mine is from, right? Eastern Han Dynasty or Western Han Dynasty?"

Passerby A: "Eastern Han Dynasty!"

Passerby B: "Western Han Dynasty!"

"Hahaha." Grandpa Lu laughed happily, "You two are stupid, you should convince each other first."

"Come on, Xiao Xue, let me continue to tell you the story behind this terracotta figurine..."

Zhang Yang observed a half-second silence for Passerby A.

His teammate was a soft persimmon, and Grandpa Lu found his weakness and took advantage of him.

The current Grandpa Lu is more than just the old man of the National Treasure Gang.

Although Shen Yiyi still confronted him as before, every time after being confronted, Grandpa Lu would humbly look for Zhang Yang and ask him how to respond next time he encountered such a problem.

So now, he is very skilled in torturing others in return.

Sometimes he would even torture Shen Yiyi.

On the contrary, it belongs to Tiangang.

However, Grandpa Lu's level of picking up girls seems to have declined.

Some of the things that were said made Grandma Xue so sleepy that she kept yawning.

He quickly changed the subject:
"Xiao Xue, now that we've finished talking about the terracotta warriors, let's talk about Nan Nan! I remember that she's already an adult, and it's time for her to think about her personal issues."

"It just so happens that I have a friend's grandson, yes, that's him, Zhang Yang. This kid is already 20 years old today, and he has never even held a girl's hand. He is a truly honest child..."

Zhang Yang was originally very happy and was sharing with Shen Yiyi the story of her grandfather's "failed attempt to pick up girls".

He never expected that he would be hit by an arrow in the middle of his eyebrows.

The worst thing was that after listening to what Grandpa Lu said, Grandma Xue was actually interested in Zhang Yang.

She urged her granddaughter:

"Nannan, go meet Zhang Yang!"

"Yes, Zhang Yang, you should take the initiative." Grandpa Lu also urged.

Zhang Yang responded with a standard fake smile.

Okay, okay, you want to sell me?

Then I'm going to explode with you. Get ready to answer the call from your daughter, Ms. Lu!

Zhang Yang took out his cell phone and was about to report the situation to his "superior" when something unexpected suddenly happened at the scene.

Opposite the open-air teahouse where they were, there was a small stage.

It is said that around 6 o'clock in the evening, someone will go up to perform acrobatics, such as breathing fire, throwing knives, etc.

But at this moment, someone suddenly walked up, pushing a speaker and holding a microphone.

It seems like he wants to perform.

"Hey, hey, hey, everyone, look over here."

The hoarse voice of the man on the stage came from the speakers:
"Listen to my announcement!"

Is this opening line just a prank?

Zhang Yang quickly took out his cell phone to record the video.

What the other party said next shocked him greatly.

“Thank you all for coming to today’s gathering. I know that in the past few months, private collectors in Qingzhou have experienced many difficulties.

The biggest difficulty should be the suppression of our Qingzhou folk collectors by the unscrupulous experts in unscrupulous programs such as "Huashan Appraising Treasures".

They can't bear to see ordinary people like us owning national treasures, so they all say they are fake and don't do any serious identification at all.

However, at this most difficult moment, a master-level figure stood up. He was the previously very famous Zhang Guoqiang from Good Luck Village.

He single-handedly slapped Bai Haibo in the face and stood up for the private collectors in Qingzhou.

Today, Master Zhang is also here, let’s welcome him with applause!”

"Clap clap clap clap..."

There was warm applause.

Zhang Yang was wondering how he was exposed when he suddenly saw a man in a green robe coming out from the side of the stage.

Before I could see the man's face clearly, I saw him do twenty back handsprings in a row, flip around the edge of the stage, and finally, stand next to the man holding the microphone.

Won’t your hands get sore from doing so many back handsprings?

Zhang Yang was stunned.

What he didn't expect was that the man in blue took the microphone and said with a heavy breath:
"Hello everyone, I am Zhang Sanfeng, the father of Zhang Guoqiang from Good Luck Village. My son has something else to do and cannot come to the site today. Sorry!"

This is, my dad?!

(End of this chapter)