Chapter 32 If you want to live a decent life

Following Zhang Yang's words, General Zheng and Old Hu turned their heads and looked towards the yard.

When Zheng saw the row of colorful pottery figurines, he was shocked.

Oh my god, there are so many terracotta figurines.
It hasn't been long, and you've made so many pieces.

How can a small workshop produce such an output?
This is not reasonable.

Unless the people who make these things are as skilled at making pottery figurines as they are at eating and drinking.

As Mr. Zheng thought about it, he suddenly felt that Zhang Yang in front of him became unfathomable.

The entire yard was cast under a mysterious filter in his eyes.

Of course, it turned out later that this was because he had been kneeling for too long and felt a little dizzy and his eyes were blurry.

"Boss Zhang's craftsmanship is amazing. He actually burned so much."

"Eight isn't a lot."

"It's mainly because we didn't buy enough paint. We actually still have some clay left."

Zhang Yang glanced at the man kneeling on the ground:

"Mr. Zheng, please stand up first. You are kneeling in the direction of the ancestral tomb of Wu Laoer's family."

"Ah? Okay, okay."

President Zheng quickly asked Lao Hu to help him stand up.

I'm numb from kneeling.

Although he didn't know who Wu Lao Er was, he felt that what Zhang Yang said was probably an insult.

"Boss Zhang, please name a price for these pottery figurines."

"I promise I have no objections."

"Is that so...then let's go by the market price."

Zhang Yang answered without hesitation that he had no intention of taking advantage of the situation.

If Mr. Zheng doesn't buy it, he really doesn't know who to sell these things to.

There are actually not many people in the private sector who collect pottery figurines, and many people cannot appreciate the beauty of Han Dynasty pottery figurines.

Including Zhang Yang himself.

"That……"

Mr. Zheng looked at Zhang Yang hesitantly, recalling the market price of the terracotta figurines in his mind.

It took a long time to utter:
"How do you feel about four hundred thousand?"

"How many?"

Zhang Yang's hands shook and he almost dropped his phone.

This price is scary.

Four hundred thousand could buy the entire yard where Zhang Yang lived, including everything inside.

Seeing Zhang Yang's big reaction, General Zheng thought he had said too little.

Somewhat embarrassedly explained:

"The recent auctions of Han Dynasty pottery figurines abroad don't seem to be going well."

"This is what happened when I attended a Christie's auction in Hong Kong last month..."

"Boss Zheng, you misunderstood what I meant."

Zhang Yang wanted to interrupt the other party.

No, who told you to bid based on the authentic terracotta figurines? Are you sick?
You are so rich, would you like to consider the Houmuwu Ding behind me? I will sell it to you at a bargain price of 1 billion.

But Zhang Yang's behavior made General Zheng feel cold in his heart. He thought:

It’s bad, it’s bad. Boss Zhang is unhappy.

He quickly apologized to Zhang Yang:

"I'm sorry, Boss Zhang, I don't understand the market."

"Why don't you name a price yourself? I can accept any of them."

Let me speak for myself?
Zhang Yang thought, I won’t be polite then, I think 40 is a good price.

But before he could finish his words, he changed his mind:
That's not right. Mr. Zheng is not a good man.

He is a ruthless man who dared to escape when the police came to his door.

In order to mitigate his crime now, he is indeed bowing down to the emperor, but once he has solved his current troubles, he may turn around and ask Zhang Yang to return the money.

It's normal for such a person to repay kindness with enmity, right?
Taking his 400,000? It's really unreliable.

Besides, there is no need to be so greedy.

Zhang Yang thought about it and decided to sell it at a low price and just consider it as a good deed.

If Mr. Zheng is fine this time, maybe he can continue to do business in the future and make a lot of money.

"If you want me to say the price, let's stick with the price we agreed on before."

"Eight thousand each, and there are nine pieces in total including the samples. I'll round off the price for you, so just give me seventy thousand."

"At this price, I really didn't make much money from you."

Zhang Yang did some mental calculations and figured out that he could only make a small profit of about 65,000 yuan.

This is the value of his craft, and he feels at ease taking the money.

After hearing this, General Zheng bowed firmly to Zhang Yang without saying anything.
"Thank you, Boss Zhang."

"I, Zheng Xiangqian, will remember your kindness."

"Yes, scan the code."

Zhang Yang didn't waste any time. After confirming that the money had arrived, he immediately began to study the things on the white cloth.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at President Zheng with a complicated expression.

"How is it? Can this thing be repaired?"

Mr. Zheng asked nervously.

“It can be fixed, but it’s not necessary.”

Zhang Yang answered lightly, stood up and clapped his hands, as if he was going to call it a day.

"Hmm? Boss Zhang, what do you mean... I don't quite understand."

"It's okay. I'll help you analyze it slowly."

Zhang Yang pressed his hand, signaling General Zheng to calm down.

Even if this thing is a national treasure, it is not worthy of eating peanuts now, so there is no need to be so anxious. "This thing is not a bronze sacred tree. Its scientific name is the money tree."

"There's a similar one in the National Museum, and it has more leaves than yours."

Zhang Yang picked up a leaf from the money tree, pointed at the round outer and square inner pattern on it and said:
"Can't you two see that this is engraved with copper coins?"

"The five-zhu coin of the Han Dynasty looked like this..."

"So that's how it is!" President Zheng nodded in sudden realization.

Oh, it's a cash cow.

This craftsmanship, this workmanship, this subject matter...

President Zheng blinked and suddenly felt something was wrong.

I am here to restore cultural relics, not to appraise treasures.

What’s the use of knowing that it was a money tree in the Han Dynasty?

"Boss Zhang, why do you say that this cash cow doesn't need to be repaired?" Mr. Zheng asked proactively.

"Because this is a fake product that was cast using a mold."

"If a fake product is broken, it's broken. Why fix it?"

Zhang Yang said helplessly.

He couldn't tell whether it was real or fake at first, but as soon as he got the item in his hand, he immediately realized something was wrong.

This rust is obviously electrolytic rust.

Zhang Yang himself is a master of counterfeiting. This kind of electrolytic rust has no sense of layering and is the lowest-end method of aging. It can be seen at a glance.

"Fake? Impossible."

"This thing has been in my house since it came out of the tomb. How could I have the opportunity to forge it?"

Mr. Zheng said this with certainty.

But he also understood that Zhang Yang had no reason to lie to him.

Who would let a million dollars of hard-earned money go unearned?
President Zheng began to think about what went wrong and muttered:

"That shouldn't be the case. The things have always been in my house."

"Could it be that the Han tomb I dug was also filled in by my colleagues?"

Mr. Zheng often does the work of backfilling ancient tombs. Now that he has dug out a replica, he subconsciously thinks about the familiar area.

After hearing this, Zhang Yang gave General Zheng a thumbs up on the spot.

I would rather believe that they dug up a fake grave than think that the real thing was replaced.

It seems that he really loves that Sakura girl.

He really made me cry to death.

"Boss Zhang, what do you mean?"

President Zheng looked in the direction of Zhang Yang's thumb.

There is nothing in the sky.

Do you mean the top of the head?
But there is nothing above my head.

Also, Boss Zhang’s smile is a bit weird.

No, no, there is something that can exist in the void above your head.

That is……

President Zheng looked at Zhang Yang in shock:

"Mr. Zhang, do you mean that I've been cuckolded?"

"what?"

Zhang Yang and Lao Hu looked at each other.

Maya, there is also an unexpected bonus.

Come on, tell me about the hat in detail.

President Zheng was not interrupted by their reactions, but began a careful analysis.

"So this thing was replaced by a fake one by Umekawa Miyoko."

"That makes sense. I was wondering why she suddenly went to the living room that night and took the initiative to sit at the table."

"She also knocked this last thing off."

The more Mr. Zheng thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth.

This explanation is obviously more credible than digging up a fake tomb.

He had no trust in the Sakura girl at all, it was purely a "transaction".

The opponent should feel the same way, so it is normal to backstab him.

That's something worth three million dollars!

Mr. Zheng felt that if he were this woman, he would also stab her in the back.

But even though he understood, he still hated it.

If it weren't for Zhang Yang, he would still be kept in the dark, foolishly looking for someone to repair his cash cow.

"Thank you, Boss Zhang. I understand."

General Zheng bowed to Zhang Yang again.

In just a short while, he had already knelt down and bowed twice.

"You just understand."

Zhang Yang didn't know what General Zheng was thinking, but his conclusion was the same as his.

The things were swapped.

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence that this most valuable treasure was broken during the movement?
That Sakura girl is highly suspicious.

"To be honest, I didn't quite understand."

Old Hu at the side shook his head in confusion:

"So, Mr. Zheng, have you been cheated on?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter anymore." Mr. Zheng replied with a wry smile.

He reached out and caught the tooth as it came out of his mouth.

He really bit his back teeth to pieces.

(End of this chapter)