Chapter 25 The Police Don't Care
"Brother Quan, I don't understand."

"Why don't you just speak frankly?"

Zhang Yang hates the Riddler the most.

What if I say it so obscurely and it affects the audience's understanding of my soul bottle?
"Well, I'll be frank then."

"Did you see the five vertical tubes on the jar?" Ding Quan asked Zhang Yang.

"Well, the one next to the villain, right?"

"That's not a villain, that's a boy."

"This should be something from Taoism."

"Guess what Taoist thing needs a boy to guard it?"

[I know, the alchemy furnace, because there is Sun Wukong inside]

[It must be something to calm the soul]

[Oh my goodness, is this so evil? ]

[In ancient times, this thing had to be blessed by a Taoist priest]

"What are you guarding? Sun Wukong?" Zhang Yang asked.

"You've read too much Journey to the West."

"That must be the soul of the deceased." Ding Quan said seriously, "And it's not an ordinary one. It must be very fierce."

"Hi~"

Zhang Yang took a breath of cold air after hearing this.

Is what Ding Quan said true or false?

Anyway, there is no relevant content in Zhang Yang’s knowledge of pottery.

It tastes a bit like bullshit.

However, even if there is such a saying, as a staunch materialist fighter, Zhang Yang does not believe it.

"Okay, I've reminded you of everything I should have. You better take care of yourself, brother."

"I see. Thank you, Brother Quan."

Since the host had hinted at him like this, Zhang Yang couldn't stay in the live broadcast room anymore and took the initiative to disconnect the microphone.

When leaving Ding Quan's live broadcast room, Zhang Yang's account had more than 20,000 more recognition points than before.

The increase is a bit small.

The anchor recognized the item and said with certainty that it was from the Han Dynasty.

The barrage chat was also very lively.

But the effect is not as good as the first two times.

Zhang Yang didn't believe that the audience knew more than the host and could tell that the pottery jar was a replica.

He felt that it was because the impact of the pottery was not strong enough.

Not all viewers are interested.

Pottery is much safer than bronze ware. There wasn't even a single internet policeman in the barrage just now.

The police don't bother.

There are more than one million bronze artifacts unearthed in China, so there must be even more pottery artifacts.

Counting back three generations, every family has antiques dug out from the ground.

In addition to its low case value, pottery is the least valuable of all ancient cultural relics.

Zhang Yang originally thought that something like a soul bottle, a dark thing, would be better, but it still seemed not enough.

Not famous enough, not good looking enough.

If Ding Quan hadn't talked about Taoism and soul-calming during the live broadcast, the effect would probably have been even worse.

"Forget it, just consider it as laying the foundation for making porcelain in the future."

Zhang Yang reluctantly began to clean up the scene.

Twenty thousand recognition points are not enough for anything. He needs to think carefully about what to do next.

However, before starting to make the next imitation, Zhang Yang had to find the boss lady to return the goods.

That’s five thousand dollars.

After Zhang Yang purchased the tools and raw materials for making pottery, his total savings were no more than five thousand.

……

The next morning, Zhang Yang drove a borrowed Lao Tou Le to the city.

The Laotoule is actually a larger electric donkey, the only difference is that the Laotoule can carry more cargo.

In addition to the authentic soul bottle, Zhang Yang also took two imitations and some antique bronze artifacts in the car.

I plan to set up a stall at the ghost market at night to earn some income.

Of course, the main purpose of his trip was to return the goods.

In fact, it is somewhat unreasonable to return the goods without any reason, but the soul bottle is really not worth five thousand. If it could not be returned, Zhang Yang would not have bought it.

When he went there, he had already thought it through. If the proprietress was happy to return the money, Zhang Yang would buy some small items of suitable value from her stall so that she could make some money.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened after we arrived.

The lady boss of the pottery stall was not there, and was replaced by a male boss.

Lao Hu took Zhang Yang to find the boss and acted as a middleman to help introduce him to the boss:
"Old Kuai, this is Zhang Yang. He is Yao Ge's apprentice. Your wife doesn't know Yao Ge, but you should have heard of him, right?"

"Ok, I know."

"He's the one who went in for tomb robbing a while ago. He can be considered my senior."

"Are you his apprentice?"

"Yes, a direct disciple." Zhang Yang nodded in response. Boss Kuai squinted his eyes and observed Zhang Yang for a while, and finally focused his eyes on the small box in his hand.

Lao Kuai took the initiative to extend his hand and motioned Zhang Yang to give him the box.

After taking it, he opened the lid of the box, took a look, and nodded calmly.

"It's a good thing, a soul bottle made of gray pottery."

"I took it. One hundred and fifty."

"How much?" Zhang Yang asked in disbelief.

"Two hundred, no more."

"This is just an ordinary pottery jar. I have one here too. This is the current market price."

As Lao Kuai said this, he turned around and tried to find his own piece on the stall.

I didn't find it and scratched my head in confusion.

"Eh? Where's mine?"

"Never mind. Anyway, there was one here before, which was similar to yours. I don't know where my wife took it."

"This kind of thing is worthless, I just collect it for fun."

Looking at his boss's pretentious appearance, Zhang Yang really wanted to punch him.

Lao Hu saw Zhang Yang's anger, patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear:
"This man has been in there before. Don't get into a fight with him. I'll talk to him."

When Boss Kuai saw Lao Hu whispering, he felt a little unhappy and asked very straightforwardly:
"Old Hu, what are you discussing with Xiao Zhang? Is it necessary to hide our relationship?"

Lao Hu smiled and replied:
"My dear Mr. Kuai, you didn't let me finish my words just now."

"Your wife sold this thing to Zhang Yang for five thousand. We agreed at the time that as long as it was not damaged, it could be returned unconditionally within seven days."

"The bosses present here have all heard it and can testify to it."

"Really?" After hearing this, Lao Kuai turned his head and looked around.

The owners of several stalls around nodded at him.

Meaning they all heard it at the time.

Lao Kuai understood, turned around and looked at Zhang Yang, a subtle smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Zhang, I made a mistake just now."

"Let's start over."

“Are you going to return the goods?”

"Yes." Zhang Yang replied, "I bought it six days ago, and it hasn't been seven days yet. The item is not damaged, so it meets the conditions for return."

As long as the other party is willing to return the money, Zhang Yang will not care about selling something that cost 150 yuan to him for 5,000 yuan.

"Where are the things?" Lao Kuai asked back.

"In your hands."

"Oh, I forgot, come on, I'll give it to you, let's start over."

Lao Kuai stood up and pretended to hand the box to Zhang Yang.

It seems like I really have to go through the process again.

But just as Zhang Yang was about to reach out his hand, he saw Lao Kuai loosen his hand.

The box fell directly to the ground.

There was a sound of "clang".

Hearing this crisp sound, everyone knew that the pottery in the box was broken.

"oops!"

Lao Kuai cried out in mock surprise, but in fact he could no longer hide the smile on his face.

"Xiao Zhang, why are you so careless?"

"At that time they said that if the product was not damaged, it could be returned. Now it may be broken!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Kuai Chengxing!" Old Hu angrily called out the man's name, "For five thousand dollars, you don't even care about your dignity?"

“I don’t have a face.”

Boss Kuai looked arrogant.

He looked at Zhang Yang, who was squatting on the ground and opening the box to check the situation, and said sarcastically:

"Little boy, haven't you heard of the rule that porcelain should not be passed on to others? You have to pay tuition today."

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that the surveillance here is broken..."

"Stop barking like a dog." Zhang Yang scolded impatiently.

He stood up holding a piece of broken pottery.

Seeing this, Boss Kuai quickly took a step back.

"What? You want to use the pottery shard as a murder weapon?"

"Tsk! Joker."

Zhang Yang snorted, and the curve of his mouth could no longer be suppressed.

He handed the pieces of pottery to Lao Hu who was standing next to him.

"Uncle Hu, my eyesight is poor. Can you help me see what is written on it?"

"Ok?"

Old Hu took the pottery shard suspiciously and looked at it carefully.

There were only a few crooked small characters engraved on it:
【Good Luck Village Zhang Yang built】

(End of this chapter)