Chapter 171 Help you vent your anger
At the same time the next day, Zhang Yang came to the underground exhibition again.

Today, he came to fish.

During the day, he went to the antique market in the city, bought a few imitation Han reliefs, and did some simple processing on them.

Although the quality of what he produced was less than one-third of his normal performance, it should be enough to deceive Master Bi's eyes.

As long as he comes again today, he will definitely not be able to escape.

After Zhang Yang and Zou Tianshi entered the venue, they did not rush to set up the stall, but first looked for where the police were yesterday.

Stay away from the police.

Otherwise, Master Bi might just run away when he saw the police.

But Zhang Yang and his companion searched the entire venue and did not find any police officers.

And it was exactly the same as yesterday, also at 10:30 pm, but there were far fewer stall owners and customers today.

"I hope I can wait and see until Master Bi comes."

Zhang Yang deliberately chose a seat near the door so that the other party would not be able to see him.

For today's operation, he deliberately changed his hairstyle, replacing the middle part with a buzz cut like his master, and put on a mask, looking like he had just been released from prison.

Like this, squatting at the entrance, passers-by couldn't help but look at him.

I believe Master Bi is no exception.

He had just set up his stall when the old Taoist priest came running over in a hurry, holding a stone slab.

When he was still three or four meters away, he couldn't wait to say to Zhang Yang:

"Brother, I asked."

"What did you ask?" Zhang Yang took the goods from the other party.

"My fellow Taoist was setting up a stall over there today. I just happened to run into him and asked him why there were so few people here today."

"Guess why?"

"Is it because a big boss was arrested yesterday?" Zhang Yang asked speculatively.

"Hmm? You know?"

"I don't know. Did you really catch a big fish yesterday?"

"Yes, I heard that one of the founders of this rally was arrested. His car was hit by the police and stuck on the guardrail. It was terrible. It was towed away this afternoon."

"And I heard from someone that this person is in charge of contacting people like you who forge antiques in the gang."

"What you mean is..."

"That's right." Facing Zhang Yang's inquiring gaze, the old Taoist nodded heavily: "That person is the owner of the notebook."

"I have compared his appearance with my fellow Taoist, so he should be able to escape."

"So today, many merchants with guilty consciences simply don't dare to come. Those who dare to set up stalls now are basically very clean."

"So this is ah!"

Zhang Yang probably understood what he heard and thought, it seems that yesterday's notebook has been useful.

He looked around.

There are probably 20 to 30 “craftsmen” with bottom lines in East China, but I don’t know if they are the elites or all of them.

If that's all, then it's no wonder that the antique markets in these provinces are so chaotic.

All the people here combined could probably support an entire provincial capital’s antique market.

The rest are fakes designed to cheat people out of their money, not imitation antique crafts.

"I wonder if Master Bi will come today!" Zhang Yang muttered softly.

"It's okay. If he doesn't come, we can still go shopping."

The old Taoist priest sat next to Zhang Yang and encouraged him:
"We came here to watch the fun, fishing is just a side job."

"Makes sense."

Zhang Yang looked at Master Zou's two eyes, one big and one small, and couldn't help but nodded with laughter.

It was fine yesterday, but I didn't expect it to become so serious after a day.

However, the old Taoist priest said he didn't care. He said that he was different from Zhang Yang and did not rely on his looks to make a living.

……

Anyway, there was not much business at the stall, so there was no need for both of them to sit and wait. Zhang Yang let the old Taoist priest go and play by himself, while he sat behind the stall and played with his phone.

Just after he finished injecting a handful of pesticides, someone suddenly squatted down in front of him. "Boss! Hey, stop playing with your phone, it's time for business."

Zhang Yang raised his head. He saw the familiar wig and the familiar Master Bi.

Sure enough, this guy would not give up easily unless he bought the relief.

After all, the Li family's business is worth tens of millions, it is impossible for anyone not to take it seriously.

"Brother, what would you like to order?" Zhang Yang deliberately lowered his voice and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Do you accept custom orders here?"

Master Bi had been looking at the stall for a long time before he called out to Zhang Yang.

Take the photo of the sample that Zhang Yang had made before and compare it bit by bit.

The finished products on the stall were only passable.

But in this situation, he doesn't have much time to choose, because he also has to leave time to carve for others.

He went back yesterday and asked Li Laoer, who agreed: If the eighty-one items cannot be handled, then the original eight items can be handled.

My father received four pieces, so Master Bi only needed to order four more and the job would be done.

"Which one do you want to customize?" Zhang Yang asked knowingly.

"Wait, let me show you a picture."

"Here, this is it. Look carefully. The relief has to be of this quality. If it's too bad, I won't pay."

"What are you..."

"hiss--"

Zhang Yang's eyes looked as if he had discovered a new world, and he reached out to take the other person's phone.

Enlarge the picture, and enlarge it again.

I rubbed my eyes and read it several times.

"Brother, is the thing in your photo the work of a craftsman named Zhang?"

"???"

Now it was Master Bi's turn to be surprised.

"Boss, you have good taste. Do you know this Zhang?"

"It's more than just acquaintance."

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and said:
"This man is my senior apprentice. He has been learning from my father for ten years. I treat him like my own brother."

"I didn't expect that after my father died, he would turn against us and steal all our customers away."

"Otherwise, with my skills, how could I end up setting up a stall here?"

"There is such a thing! May I ask your name, boss?"

"My last name is Linghu." Zhang Yang answered while biting his back teeth.

"Boss Linghu, I feel very sorry for your situation. It just so happens that this Zhang is my competitor. Please help me. After the matter is accomplished, I will help you vent your anger."

"Really?" Zhang Yang asked excitedly.

"Of course it's true, otherwise how did I get this photo?"

Master Bi gave a brief explanation.

In his words, Zhang Yang became a gigolo who used his beauty to entertain people and got the Li family's business by seducing Li Zi.

And he is the messenger of justice and the embodiment of fairness, who is specifically here to punish Zhang Yang.

After listening to this, Zhang Yang imitated the captain yesterday and shook Master Bi's hand a few times:

"Brother, tell me what you want me to do."

"Can the warrior reliefs of the Han Dynasty be imitated? The one in the photo needs to be as good as that of Zhang."

"Of course."

"Then you can help me make five copies within a month, is that okay? I'll use them to confront your heartless senior brother and help you vent your anger."

"Okay!" Zhang Yang nodded heavily: "I can make it for you for free."

"But I have a request. When you slap my senior brother in the face, can I go and deliver the goods to you and watch the ceremony at the same time?"

"Of course no problem." Master Bi agreed immediately, left Zhang Yang's contact information, and left happily.

(End of this chapter)