Chapter 12: Scoring twice, connecting with the treasure appraiser again

Ever since the master took over, the workshop has had no customers and Zhang Yang has rarely made tea.

So just finding tea took him a lot of effort.

By the time he walked out of the room with the brewed Biluochun tea, there was no one in the yard.

Almost at the same time, the sound of a car starting was heard outside the courtyard gate.

Huh? Are you leaving now?

Zhang Yang was surprised and happy.

I was still wondering how to get rid of this plague god, but I didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly.

But he soon discovered a problem:
Where did that huge Four-Ram Square Tripod go?

There was a long white scratch on the cement floor, which was obviously the result of a heavy object being dragged.

The scratches started from where Liu Qianghua was broadcasting live just now and extended to the gate of the courtyard.

"Zhao, this guy secretly dragged away my Four Sheep Square Tripod?!"

Zhang Yang cursed angrily and hurried out the door, but by the time he walked out of the hospital, the taxi had already reached the national highway in the distance and he couldn't even see the license plate number.

He ran away too fast. At this distance, I'm afraid he can't be caught up without a helicopter.

Zhang Yang only had a small electric scooter at home, so he had no choice but to let the other party go for the time being.

Fortunately, there were cameras in the yard, so he could go back to the room and watch the surveillance.

While watching the surveillance video, Zhang Yang recorded the lost items.

It turns out that Liu Qianghua’s younger brother was also involved, no wonder the move was so fast.

After the first round of surveillance, it was confirmed that a sea beast and grape mirror, a Boshan furnace, a bronze cloud pattern bell, and the four-ram square tripod were lost.

Four pieces in total.

A rough calculation shows that the value is around 20,000.

Of course, the 20,000 yuan includes about 16,000 yuan in labor costs, and the actual material cost is only 4,000 yuan.

But four thousand was a lot of money, so Zhang Yang planned to call the police directly, have Liu Qianghua arrested, and recover the 20,000 yuan loss.

To make sure he had not missed any details, he watched the surveillance footage a second time and this time he made some new discoveries.

Before Liu Qianghua left for the last time, he placed a white cloth bag behind the big iron gate. His movements were quick and covert.

Zhang Yang hurried out of the room to check.

After getting the bag, he was shocked by what was inside: it was three bundles of red banknotes.

There was also a piece of white paper with black handwriting on it that read:

"I bought four bronzes, and here's the money."

"8000 x 4 = 32000."

Seeing the other party's method of calculating the value, Zhang Yang said sincerely in his heart: The boss is generous.

Obviously, Liu Qianghua felt that things like the bronze mirror were definitely not as noble as the four sheep squares, so he paid for each item according to the most expensive one, and Zhang Yang should have no objection.

Zhang Yang really didn't know what to say.

After all, eight thousand yuan could have bought a genuine Tang Dynasty sea beast and grape mirror a few years ago.

If he really wanted to sell it, Zhang Yang would be considered unscrupulous for charging more than 300 yuan for such a fake product...

Since the other party has already paid, there is naturally no need to call the police.

As for what the other party would do with those imitation bronzes, Zhang Yang seriously suspected that Liu Qianghua would bury them in the ground and want to use these imitations to make bronzes that were indistinguishable from the real ones.

There's nothing wrong with this idea.

If no potion is used, after burying it for seventeen or eighteen years, it should be 70% authentic and can deceive the eyes of the treasure appraiser.

I just don’t know, will there still be live treasure appraisal shows in seventeen or eighteen years?

Zhang Yang smiled.

He locked all the money in the safe. If he didn't use it to buy raw materials, the money would be enough for him to eat and drink for a year.

But how could you not buy it?
Zhang Yang’s goal is to become a hexagonal warrior.

He didn't even plan to take a rest. He was going to start preparing the second bronze item tonight and harvest another wave of recognition points.

……

One afternoon two weeks later.

Zhang Yang placed the finished bronze sword on the stone table in the yard, and the location of the live broadcast was exactly the same as Liu Qianghua's.

The house is too messy, and there are always other fakes in other places, which makes it easy to be exposed.

Over the past period of time, he has been hanging around the live broadcast rooms of major anchors, and has basically estimated the strength and popularity of each treasure appraisal anchor.

Finally, I chose Ding Quan's treasure appraisal live broadcast room. The main reason is that he is very popular. The number of viewers of other treasure appraisal anchors combined is not even a fraction of his.

Zhang Yang’s conservative estimate for the goal of this live broadcast is a recognition value of 30,000 points.

Last time I played casually I got more than 20,000.

With the experience from last time, Zhang Yang felt that he had figured out how to make the audience in the live broadcast room believe that the handicrafts he made were real.

To this end, he made targeted improvements this time.

As a result, it was shipped a week late.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yang finally got the chance to connect to the microphone.

This time he used a third-party account to connect to the microphone, which gave people the feeling that he had a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness.

"Brother, what treasure do you want to identify?"

Ding Quan half tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and made his signature move.

As a result, the scene in Zhang Yang's video made his eyes widen instantly.

"Where did you get such a long bronze sword?" Ding Quan asked.

"This sword is an heirloom from my ancestors."

Zhang Yang's answer was very brief and he used a voice changer.

[This guy is using a voice changer, there's something there]

【One glance is true】

[According to my analysis, this should be a bronze sword]

[Is this a tomb robber? I remember one came here half a month ago.]

While Zhang Yang was reading the comments, he was also paying attention to the changes on his own panel.

The numbers in the recognition value column kept jumping. In less than a minute of connecting to the microphone, the numbers increased by several hundred.

But the magnitude of this change is still too small.

“Is it really inherited from my ancestors?”

"Yes, otherwise it couldn't have been dug out by me."

"Sure, come on, brother, come closer so I can see the details of this sword."

Ding Quan directed Zhang Yang to move the camera from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

While watching, he made "tsk tsk tsk" sounds.

"This is incredible, my dear friend."

"Can you pick off the green embroidery on top?" Ding Quan asked.

"Is this thing unmovable?"

Although Ding Quan's request was a bit strange, out of respect for the host, Zhang Yang still reached out and tried it, and sure enough, there was no change.

"Is the yellow area on the hilt soil?" Ding Quan asked.

"Yeah, but it seems to have grown into the rust and can't be cleaned off. I'm thinking about sanding it off."

“No, no, no.” Ding Quan quickly waved his hands at the camera, “We have to protect the evidence. If this thing is damaged by someone, it will be hard to explain.”

"What physical evidence? What are you talking about, anchor?"

[This is your criminal evidence, idiot]

[It seems to be confirmed, this thing is really open]

[Can anyone tell me how much a bronze sword like this costs?]

[I’m telling you, this is the Yue Sword, it’s worth at least two hundred thousand]

"Nothing. Baoyou, where are you from? This is obviously a bronze sword made by the Yue Kingdom during the Warring States Period. Are you from Jiangsu or Zhejiang?"

"How is that possible? Ala is a native of Shenghai."

Zhang Yang had experience working at Shenghai in his previous life, so it wasn't difficult for him to speak with a bit of the old Shenghai accent.

But in the eyes of the audience and the host, this only makes the truth more obvious.

"It's okay. Douyin has to be bound to a mobile phone number anyway. You can continue editing." Ding Quan said with a smile.

"I didn't make it up!" Zhang Yang protested.

"Really? Then explain to me why this heirloom of yours has the same complete rust distribution as the newly unearthed bronze artifacts."

"There's no patina on it?"

(End of this chapter)