Chapter 208 My Wife is a Cultural Relic Thief

If he meets someone like Fatty on the Internet, Zhang Yang will change to his small account on various platforms, usually a name like "Dr. Wang of Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital".

Then send a message to the other party:
【Hello】

It’s best to pay attention to the other person again and give a “like” to his or her previous neurotic remarks.

But this is reality, and it’s about finding fault in front of so many people.

Although he felt that the fat man should indeed go to a mental hospital, Zhang Yang still remembered the experience the old Taoist priest had passed on to him:
If you encounter someone who provokes you for no reason, you must fight back while ensuring your own safety.

Otherwise, no one knows what the other party will do next. Maybe this is just a test, and there will be other situations waiting for you later.

The fat man obviously didn't expect Zhang Yang to scold him in such a secretive way.

Amid the laughter of the crowd, his face immediately turned red.

And an old man next to him said something brilliant:
"Fuck, it's true, look, it's full of blood!"

It almost made him completely lose his mind.

Fortunately, there were people maintaining order in the museum. The staff member at the door, an old lady wearing a red armband, rushed over immediately after hearing the noise.

After coming over, he didn't say anything and just kicked the fat man:
"Fuck off!"

The fat man turned around to look at the old lady, gritted his teeth and walked away dejectedly without saying a word.

"Sorry to bother you, please continue your visit."

"Let's go, let's all go."

"I will definitely give this gentleman a satisfactory explanation on this matter, everyone rest assured." The old lady pointed at Zhang Yang and said to the onlookers.

Zhang Yang was originally planning to disperse with the crowd, but when he heard the staff wanted to explain to him, he immediately stopped.

Waiting for the other party to trot up to him:
"Sir, I'm very sorry. Did I scare you just now?"

"The fat guy just now is the son of one of our staff members. He and his father made this golden crown together."

"Because after the Golden Crown was counterfeited, it received some negative reviews online, he often came here to criticize those who said bad things about the Golden Crown."

"We have banned him from entering the museum, but sometimes when there are too many people, he will be accidentally missed. I am really sorry."

"How long has this condition lasted?" Zhang Yang asked after listening to the aunt's explanation.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how long has he been trying to trouble people offline without being able to hear negative comments?"

"About half a year, but we banned him from entering five months ago, and it has only happened six or seven times since then."

The aunt thought Zhang Yang was going to complain, so she quickly explained:
"So far, there have been only seven incidents in total. You are the eighth victim."

"To express our apology, we will give each of you a beautiful souvenir."

"You three please follow me."

"Let's talk about the gift later. My suggestion is that you quickly find someone to take that person to see a psychiatrist."

"He might have some mental problems." Zhang Yang said matter-of-factly.

It is normal for artists or craftsmen to be unwilling to accept criticism of their works from outsiders.

But he didn't criticize it just now.

I just said it is easier to do, can't I be telling the truth?

However, Zhang Yang's sincere words sounded a bit harsh to the ears of the aunt who had watched the fat boy grow up.

She smiled somewhat unhappily and patiently explained to Zhang Yang that she was sure that the fat man was mentally sound.

Seeing that she wasn't going to listen, Zhang Yang didn't say anything more.

Let’s follow the staff to pick out gifts first. It won’t be too late to come back and see the phoenix crown later.

But just as they reached the door of the room, they saw the fat man from before, pulling a gray-haired old man, walking towards them quickly.

Seeing Zhang Yang, he pointed and said:

"It was him. Not only did he say that he could make what we made in a shorter time, he also said that I looked like his bird."

"Oh, there's an old man in there who also scolded me. I'll go find him for you."

"Hey!" Zhang Yang held out his hand to stop him from a distance: "The old man is speaking for justice, so don't ruin his interest in visiting." "What, you're not going to spread rumors in front of your father now?"

"It's wrong for me to spread rumors, but is it right for you to speak nonsense and belittle the fruits of my and my father's labor?"

The fat man was aggressive, and his logic was so clear that it was a little scary.

But when Zhang Yang saw that the other party's father was standing there without moving, and bowed to him with an apologetic look on his face, he immediately calmed down a little.

You can't argue with a madman.

Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly and replied, "Then treat it as me framing you. Let's call it even, okay?"

"Okay, then don't stop me."

"I want to find the old man who said I looked like Kun Kun with blood."

puff--

Zhang Yang almost couldn't hold it in.

He suddenly realized that the fat man might not have come back to cause trouble for him, but to find the old man who had hurt him.

He brought his biological father here, perhaps to add a sense of justice to his behavior so that the aunt would not stop him.

But the aunt still stopped the fat man.

If he were allowed into the museum at this moment, there would probably be the same famous scene as the “flying kick to the old lady in the library” - the old man being beaten up in the museum.

"Calm down, they are tourists, why are you arguing with them?"

"Lao Gao, why don't you come up and take care of your son!"

The old lady had already fallen to the point of hugging the fat man's arm, and it seemed that she could no longer be stopped.

"I can't control it either."

The man named Lao Gao walked up awkwardly and patted the fat man on the shoulder.

As a result, he was pushed away by his son's elbow. If Zhang Yang hadn't been quick to catch the attack, Lao Gao would probably have been sent to jail.

Fortunately, the tour guide who had just come in was considerate and came up to help. With the combined efforts of several people, they managed to push the fat man down.

"My dear, I am so sorry to cause you trouble."

When Lao Gao came over to apologize to Zhang Yang, he almost knelt down, his attitude was so humble.

When Zhang Yang thought that the other person was a craftsman like himself and was a senior, he quickly reached out to steady him.

"Uncle, aren't you a replicator of cultural relics in the museum? How did you end up like this?"

"Copy cultural relics? No, no, no, I'm not that good at that."

Lao Gao kept waving his hands, as if he was afraid of being flattered.

"What I made is not yet at the level of being copied. You are exaggerating, little brother."

"Isn't it?"

"Really not." Lao Gao sighed and answered affirmatively.

Just at this moment, an old lady came over with a bag of souvenirs. Seeing this scene, she said with some emotion: "It's all because of the cultural relic thief back then!"

"Cultural Relics Avenue, the one in Chengde?"

As far as Zhang Yang could remember, the only person who could be called a cultural relic thief near Yanjing was the one from Chengde.

But Lao Gao shook his head and said, "No, she's talking about my wife."

"what?"

Zhang Yang was a little stunned.

The wife is a cultural relic thief, but the husband can still work in a museum and even copy the Wanli Golden Crown, which is considered a first-class cultural relic?

How tolerant is this person in charge? Isn't he afraid of losing the package?

As a result, the old lady told Zhang Yang that the method of switching babies had been done more than ten years ago, and the person who did it was the old man’s wife, so there was no need to be afraid.

It feels like I have been through the gates of hell once and I am no longer afraid of death.

(End of this chapter)