Chapter 2: Connecting with the treasure appraiser, I am really not a tomb robber
Zhang Yang thought about it and felt that the suggestion in the barrage was very appropriate.

He turned off the live broadcast and searched on Douyin.

After typing "treasure appraisal", he was startled by the live broadcast room that popped up.

The live broadcast room of "Ding Quan's Treasure Appraisal" ranked first, 76th on the Douyin Top 10 list, with over online viewers.

Wow, that's a lot of traffic.

Definitely a top-notch funny guy.

Zhang Yang clicked into the live broadcast room, looked at the number of viewers in the upper right corner, and shed tears of envy.

No, we have to take advantage of the other party’s traffic.

The audience of the treasure appraisal live broadcast room will definitely be interested in their own bronze ware.

Zhang Yang made up his mind instantly.

He wants to connect to the microphone.

Just at this moment, a plus sign popped up in the lower right corner of the live broadcast page.

It says "Join the connection".

This is the entrance to apply for live broadcast and microphone connection.

Zhang Yang clicked it without hesitation.

After sending a gift, the live broadcast room prompts that the connection is being made.

It was only then that Zhang Yang noticed that the anchor named Ding Quan was a young man wearing glasses.

Definitely no older than thirty.

You are so young, yet you can understand bronze ware?
Zhang Yang didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart.

He had met many experts in museums in his previous life, and generally the oldest ones were those who studied bronze ware.

There are more than seventy people who have been rehired.

In his twenties, he could only do odd jobs in the museum like Zhang Yang.

While Zhang Yang was daydreaming, the video was connected.

His handsome face appeared in the live broadcast room.

A little bit handsome, but not much.

[Fuck, Daniel (Vision)]

[Who is this? He is so handsome. Is he here to flatter Brother Quan? ]

[Although there are no girls, a sexy girl with this look is also fine]

Looking at the amazing comments floating by, Zhang Yang almost suspected that he had entered the wrong live broadcast room.

Fortunately, the anchor looks like a normal person.

Ding Quan leaned forward, adjusted his glasses, frowned, and asked:

"Dude, did you turn on the beauty filter?"

"He's too handsome."

"No, this is my original camera. How can I use beauty filter when appraising treasures?"

"Um, okay, then what do you want to identify?" Ding Quan asked.

"A bronze vessel."

Zhang Yang turned the camera over and aimed it at the bronze tripod on the ground.

He was just about to reach out and pick up the bronze tripod when Ding Quan on the other end of the video suddenly called him:
"Wait, move the camera up a bit."

"Is that so?" Zhang Yang asked after doing as he was told.

"Yes, yes, yes, that metal tool above, if I'm not mistaken, should be a hoe, right?"

"Yes." Zhang Yang answered frankly.

"Oh my god, my dear, you just dug this out!"

[Hahaha, just arrest him]

[Brother Quan is really meticulous. He even discovered this.]

[This person is really outrageous. He didn't even put away his hoe.]

[There are tomb robbers in the live broadcast room, are the Internet police here?]

"No, I didn't dig it. This hoe is not mine."

Zhang Yang quickly denied it.

I can't admit that I dug it now.

Because he was not sure whether Ding Quan had recognized that his item was a fake.

If the other party is sure that Zhang Yang's tripod is a fake;

He then admitted that the bronze vessels had just been unearthed;
Isn't that tantamount to admitting that you are cheating?

Because except for making antique bronzes, no one would bury good bronzes in the soil.

In his previous live broadcast, Zhang Yang used the name of "revealing the secrets of antique imitation technology" because he was afraid of being mistaken for selling fakes.

Selling fake goods is similar to fraud in nature and may lead to being "gang-banged" by netizens.

"haha, really?"

A subtle smile appeared on Ding Quan's face.

"How do you explain the dirt on the bronze ware? It hasn't dried yet." "I accidentally dropped it on the ground just now and it got stuck there." Zhang Yang explained quickly.

"Good good."

"Then move the camera closer."

Ding Quan directed Zhang Yang to focus the camera on the details on the bronze tripod.

After looking for a long time, he finally nodded seriously.

"My dear, this thing of yours is a bit cruel!"

"what?"

Zhang Yang suddenly smelled a hint of danger.

But when he remembered that the things were from last week, he was not so panicked.

Can something false be said to be true?
However, Ding Quan told Zhang Yang in a very serious tone:

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be a bronze tripod from the late Shang Dynasty or early Western Zhou Dynasty."

"That is what we often call bronze ware from the Shang and Zhou dynasties."

[It really is from Shang Zhou]

[The shape of this bronze ware is very simple, fake ones are usually not like this]

[It was just dug out, the soil hasn’t been cleaned off yet]

[Brother Quan, please delay for a while. The Internet police are already locating the location.]

"impossible?"

Zhang Yang retorted almost subconsciously.

He thought to himself that it was indeed easy to make mistakes during live treasure appraisal.

The old bronze ware made by the master fooled the experts of the Palace Museum.

The disciple is better than the master. It is quite easy for Zhang Yang, the apprentice, to become a treasure appraisal host.

Hehe, I slapped the big anchor in the face.

That's a bit interesting.

Zhang Yang was having a great time.

Immediately, Ding Quan's words made him shudder.

“In my opinion, the age of things is fine.”

"There is no inscription on it. It should have belonged to an ordinary noble during the Shang and Zhou dynasties."

"My dear, I have helped you to look at the things. Why don't you tell me the truth? Is the tomb we found this time big?"

"What tomb? There is no tomb, anchor, stop talking nonsense!"

The cheap master was arrested because he went into a tomb, and Zhang Yang didn't want to get involved in such a mess.

"Don't be nervous, let's just chat casually."

"I don't know anything about tomb robbing."

"I didn't say you were a tomb robber, don't be nervous."

"I'm asking, where did this treasure of yours come from?"

When Zhang Yang heard Ding Quan's words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It wasn't that he had any strange thoughts about the male anchor, but that he heard a system prompt in his ears.

"Ding ~"

Then a line of small words floated past his eyes:
[This time, 10000 points of recognition have been successfully collected]

"Fuck, there are already 10,000 people who think this thing of mine is real?"

"Is this the strength of Douyin's top streamer?"

Zhang Yang was shocked.

Fortunately, the system popped up a prompt, otherwise he would not know that Ding Quan, who was connected to him on the microphone, was a super anchor with such great power.

Originally, Zhang Yang had the idea of ​​exposing the other party's trick later, but now this idea has disappeared without a trace.

Even if the noble person who helped me gain so much recognition made a mistake, it must be my own problem.

Whatever my godfather says is what it is.

By the way, the anchor just asked about the origin of bronze ware.

Zhang Yang quickly responded:
"This bronze artifact of mine is an heirloom from my ancestors."

"Okay, okay." Ding Quan didn't know why, but he just smiled. "All the bronze artifacts that come to the live broadcast room for appraisal are inherited from ancestors."

"My dear, your anti-reconnaissance awareness is quite good."

"But if you ask me, it's useless, because what you have is at least a third-level cultural relic, and the police will definitely come to your house to question you."

"I advise you to turn yourself in as soon as possible!"

"???"

What is a third-level cultural relic?
Three big question marks appeared above Zhang Yang’s head.

No, no more questions, is this announced?

Also, are the police really going to come to my door later?

(End of this chapter)