Chapter 29 Officer, there is a rare attempt to resell a national treasure!

If a handsome twenty-year-old guy drives a Lao Tou Le, is it still a Lao Tou Le?

Should I change my name to Xiaohuo Le?
The traffic police’s answer to this question is: If you don’t move on, I’ll give you a ticket.

"When I have money, I will buy a motor vehicle."

"Wuling Hongguang is pretty good. It can deliver goods and drift. But Rolls-Royce seems to be OK too. Which one is more cost-effective?"

Zhang Yang's thoughts were in a mess when he was delayed by the traffic police.

I've even thought of driving a Mercedes to the entrance of the Art Academy, putting a bottle of water on the roof of the car, and doing a sociology experiment.

I was almost out of the city when I remembered:
I haven’t bought the paint yet!

The ability that had just been unlocked allowed Zhang Yang to understand what kind of mineral pigments were generally used in the Han Dynasty.

The red one is cinnabar, the green one is malachite, the blue one is azurite, the black one is charcoal...

Knowing what paint is used, it is easier to buy things according to the picture.

If you really can’t find it, you can buy it online.

After buying things, Zhang Yang thought carefully and found that the preparations were almost done, so he drove home.

For the next week, he locked the gate of the yard.

Start retreating.

Apart from going out once to sign for a package of mineral pigments, I have never left the house.

Wu Laoer from next door peeked through the crack of the door several times, trying to see what Zhang Yang was doing, but he only saw his busy back.

Zhang Yang didn't know this, he devoted himself to the work of replicating the terracotta figurines.

A week later, he was finally released.

After getting the customer's address from Lao Hu, Zhang Yang used a cart to push out the terracotta figurines packed in large wooden boxes.

The box is stuffed with straw, so it shouldn't be a problem if it doesn't fall.

When I opened the door, the courier guy was sitting on a tricycle, holding his mobile phone and watching the movie commentary of "Hands Up".

He saw the wooden box that Zhang Yang pushed out, and then looked at the wooden box that contained antique Buddha heads in the movie. The young man swallowed unconsciously.

These two boxes look similar.

"Brother, I filled in the address on the APP."

Zhang Yang greeted the courier boy.

"Thank you for helping me deliver it."

"Boss, what do you have in here?" the courier boy asked curiously.

"A relatively large piece of ceramic."

"Postage collect."

"Ceramics are fragile. Do you want to buy insurance?"

The courier boy jumped off the tricycle, walked up to Zhang Yang and asked.

“Can the insurance money be paid on delivery?”

"No, you have to pay for it yourself, but you can find someone to reimburse you."

After listening to this, Zhang Yang looked back at the yard, where there were seven or eight pottery figurines waiting to be fired.

He shook his head decisively.

If you can’t pay on delivery, forget it.

Things that are bound to break will still break even if you buy insurance.

Just like buying accidental injury insurance does not make you immortal.

It's just that when you pay compensation, you get a little more money.

Zhang Yang calculated that the cost of this kind of pottery figurine was only about 40 to 50 yuan, excluding the labor cost.

If it's broken, just send me another one.

"I'm giving this to a friend for free. It doesn't matter if it breaks, but it's better not to break, otherwise you'll have to make another trip."

"Okay, I see."

The courier nodded. When he heard that the delivery man was not selling goods and would not buy insurance, he was too lazy to open the box for inspection.

It is assumed that the things inside are very cheap, so I won’t feel bad if they break.

Zhang Yang enthusiastically helped the courier boy load the items into the car.

We were about to close the shop, but suddenly we realized that the guy didn't want to leave.

It also stopped at the door of my house.

"Hey man, anything else?"

"It's okay. I'll leave after I finish watching the movie. It will definitely be delivered today."

"What movie?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"It's played by Pan Zi, and it's about protecting the national treasure, the Buddha's head."

"Oh, that should be pretty nice."

Zhang Yang nodded and ignored the courier boy.

But he was actually a little puzzled:
Protecting the Buddha's head, isn't that the movie about the Antique Bureau? This guy couldn't even tell Lei Jiayin and Pan Zi apart, but he was still watching it with such relish, which was amazing.

……

Five hours later, a courier tricycle drove to the villa area of ​​Dihao Garden.

This is the most remote area of ​​Qingzhou City.

However, because it is located near mountains and rivers and has convenient transportation, the villa area here has become the first choice for wealthy people in Qingzhou and Wudu cities to go on vacation.

The courier took a look at the address Zhang Yang filled in.

District 108, .

It should be a single-family villa.

I didn't expect that the young man from the farmyard knew such a rich man.

The courier discussed with the security guard for a long time, and then led the other party over to weigh the box before getting consent to drive the tricycle into the community.

Soon, the big wooden box was transported to the gate of 108 courtyard.

"Ding dong~"

"Is Mr. Zheng from 108 at home? You have a package that needs to be signed for!"

"Wait a mininute!"

The person who answered was a female voice with a strange accent.

Soon, a clicking sound was heard in the yard, like wood hitting the ground, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

After a while, a woman in a kimono stood on the other side of the iron gate of the yard.

The courier took one look at the other person's clothes, then at the clogs she was wearing, and formed a definition of the woman's identity in his mind.

There is a Sakura girl in this yard?

The life of rich people in Qingzhou is really extravagant!

"Mud howl~"

The Sakura girl greeted me through the iron gate in strange Mandarin.

"Zheng Sang is not at home. What do you want to see him for?"

"He has a delivery."

The courier pointed to the box behind him and asked:

"Can you sign for him?"

"I see." Sakura nodded. "Please wait a moment. I'll call Zheng Sang."

"It's okay, go ahead and fight."

The courier boy crossed his arms. He was not in a hurry. He just thought of himself as delivering a package in Tokyo.

After the call was connected, Sakura girl communicated with Mr. Zheng directly in Japanese, saying a lot of gibberish that the courier boy couldn't understand at all.

I only understand the word "Hayi".

In the movie he just watched, this is how soldiers in daily life talked to their superiors.

"Hello, Zheng Sang said I can sign for him."

"It's not convenient for me to open the door, you can just move the things to the gate."

"understood."

The courier boy nodded, moved the wooden box over and placed it at the gate of the yard, then asked:

"There are fragile items in here. Do you want to inspect them?"

"If you want to inspect the goods, please help open it."

"please!"

"It's okay, it's okay." The courier boy smiled, took out the tools, and quickly pried open the wooden box.

It’s also “please”, which is really interesting.

But when he saw what was inside, the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

A colorful pottery figurine was lying quietly in the box.

There are many traces of time on the surface, but it still cannot conceal its stunning beauty.

This is this...

Could this be a national treasure?

"Subarasi!" Sakura girl said in surprise, covering her mouth in the yard.

The courier boy had no time to care what the woman was saying.

He hurriedly pulled the straw off the terracotta figurine, and the emotion in his eyes gradually changed from shock to anger.

Okay, it’s just like in the movies.

Use this kind of wooden box to hold our country's national treasures and then give it to Xiao Ri Zi.

I didn't expect that it would still be rare after almost a hundred years!

The courier clenched his fists, stood up suddenly, and took out his cell phone.

He wanted to call the police, not only to arrest the guy in front of him, but also to arrest the rare guy in Good Luck Village!
(End of this chapter)