Chapter 153 Are you Brother Yao’s apprentice?
Zhang Yang suddenly spoke up and almost sent Mr. Li away.

Fortunately, Li Zi took the initiative to come over and pulled Zhang Yang into the camera. She helped introduce him and said:
"Dad, this is Zhang Yang, a young and promising expert in the production of antique artifacts."

After seeing Zhang Yang, the old man's fright did not get any less severe, and even tended to get worse.

His eyes widened and he asked in shock:

"You, aren't you the little apprentice of Brother Yao? How did you get to know Li Zi?"

"???"

The Li siblings looked at Zhang Yang at the same time, while Zhang Yang looked at the old man in the video with the same shock.

The richest man in Qingzhou knows the master?
The way the story unfolded made Zhang Yang daydream at home and not dare to think about it in this direction.

The chef is a man who is reluctant to add pickled bamboo shoots to his rice noodles. How could he know a billionaire?
Also, why did Mr. Li specifically ask me how I knew Li Zi?

Could it be that?
Zhang Yang suddenly had a bold idea: Could he be engaged like Xiao Yan? Was he the legendary protagonist?
He turned and glanced at Li Zi.

Li Zi didn't know why Zhang Yang suddenly looked at her. She thought he wanted her to help explain, so she quickly said:
"Dad, I took the initiative to find Zhang Yang and asked him to help design and make the ancient funerary objects in the tomb."

"Then you have found the right person."

The old man on the other end of the video had a scornful smile on his face:

"Just tell him you're looking for him to buy the unearthed cultural relics. Don't tell me some nonsense about design and production to fool me."

"After all, his master, Brother Yao, even dug the ancestral tomb behind our Li family's ancestral hall with a Luoyang shovel."

"!!!"

When Zhang Yang heard half of it, he felt something was wrong.

It doesn't seem like a plot of an arranged marriage.

After hearing the end, I realized that it was indeed the master who caused the trouble again!
Judging from the tone of Mr. Li's speech, he should have investigated Feng Yao and Zhang Yang, or even just recently.

Moreover, he was very upset about this matter, so he would remember an "insignificant" person like Zhang Yang.

"Boss Li, are you sure it was my master Feng Yao who tampered with your family's ancestral grave?"

"What? Do you think I threw dirty water on your master?"

"That's not the case. I'm just afraid that you, Mr. Li, have misunderstood me. Because my master's previous actions against the heavens were basically directed by a woman named Lin Xia. He was actually a puppet of that woman."

"I know, it's Lin Baotou, the woman your master was willing to protect at the cost of his life, right?"

"Yes, it's him." Zhang Yang nodded with an awkward smile.

Now it is confirmed that it was the master's work.

What was the idea behind digging up the ancestral graves of the richest man? Did they want to study how they became rich?

Zhang Yang was a little impressed by his master.

While he was in jail, his legend was everywhere in the world.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang's behavior was decent enough, so the Li brothers and sisters took the initiative to explain:
Zhang Yang is different from his master.

"It's okay. Even if it's the same, I don't care."

A not-so-normal blush appeared on Mr. Li's pale face, and he was obviously emotional:
"From now on, whoever wants to worship at the ancestral grave can go ahead. It has nothing to do with me."

"I'm in trouble, and there's no one from below to bless me. I'm never going to burn paper for them again!"

"Dad, don't be angry." Li Zi said comfortingly.

But the results were minimal, even acting cute didn't work.

Zhang Yang felt that this might be somewhat related to the topic of today's video conference.

After all, we are gathered here to discuss Mr. Li's affairs after his death.

Mr. Li himself is still lying in the hospital bed.

After a long while, after the Li sisters promised not to go to the ancestral grave to worship, the old man finally calmed down.

The topic finally turned to business. After listening to Zhang Yang's explanation of the golden jade burial garment, the bronze door, and the tomb guardian beast, Mr. Li was most concerned about:

"You're not going to give me those artifacts your master dug up, are you?"

“I don’t want second-hand goods!”

"No, no." Zhang Yang assured quickly: "I guarantee that it is purely handmade, and it has never been owned by anyone before."

"If you don't believe me, I can engrave your personal seal on everything."

"That's fine!" Mr. Li nodded twice to show his agreement.

In fact, Zhang Yang didn't say, how much does the unearthed funerary objects cost? Even if it's a Tang Sancai tomb guardian beast, 300,000 yuan can be bought.

The fakes he sells will probably be more expensive than the real ones!

Of course, there is nothing wrong with what Zhang Yang did, because custom-made products are expensive.

For example, the unearthed Tang Sancai were made in batches during the Tang Dynasty, not customized, which is the main reason why their prices cannot be increased.

Putting aside his prejudice against Yao Ge, Mr. Li is still very satisfied with Zhang Yang.

He nodded throughout the whole process and basically didn't raise any opinions. But at the end, the old man suddenly asked:
"Did your master teach you how to rob tombs?"

"No." Zhang Yang shook his head decisively.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not trying to trick you into talking." Mr. Li explained.

"I want to design some anti-theft devices in my tomb, preferably the ancient ones that don't need batteries. This way, even thousands of years later, my tomb won't be robbed."

It has to be said that Mr. Li is the richest man after all, and he thinks very far ahead. He has even thought about the possibility of his tomb being robbed.

The last person who thought this way was named Wang. When he was building the tomb, he mixed five tons of broken steel into the cement.

But in the end it was blown up by 300 kilograms of explosives, leaving no trace of the body.

"I understand what you mean, but I really don't understand."

"Really? Then it seems that this business..."

"No, no, no, I can go to the prison and ask my master." Zhang Yang immediately changed his words: "He must know those very ancient, purely mechanical anti-theft methods."

"Would your master be willing to tell me?" Mr. Li asked.

He did not doubt Feng Yao's ability, but before that, after he caught Feng Yao and his group who were playing with the Luoyang shovel, he forced them to kneel down and apologize in front of their ancestral grave.

It can be considered that we have had a grudge against each other.

"It's okay." Zhang Yang probably knew what Mr. Li was worried about: "My master is not a very curious person. I just don't tell him that I'm designing for you."

"That's fine. I'll leave this matter to you."

"Boss." Mr. Li called his eldest son.

The latter quickly came to the camera and responded respectfully.

"I'll leave my funeral to you. I hope you can finish it within three months. I don't want to wait until I die and freeze into a popsicle before being buried."

"Don't worry, father."

"Well, let's stop here for today."

Mr. Li waved his hand and the video was cut off instantly.

"Is this gone?"

Zou Tianshi asked with a confused look on his face:

"And me?"

"You didn't tell me what I wanted to do, nor did you tell me how much money you wanted to give me?"

"So you guys voted for me for nothing?"

(End of this chapter)