Chapter 4: The police came to my house, how come they missed you?

"Am I going to go in for transformation? Unbelievable."

"You think the detention center and prison are run by your family, who are you trying to fool?"

Zhang Yang was about to refute the other party fiercely when he suddenly found that the microphone was disconnected.

Did the other party cut off the call? Is this anchor so rude?

He quickly reopened Ding Quan's live broadcast room of treasure appraisal.

Half of the live screen is black.

The other party seemed to have no reaction because he suddenly disconnected.

Still asking him if he is stuck.

After a long time without any response, Ding Quan finally confirmed that Zhang Yang had disconnected.

"My dear, are you running away now? You can't handle pressure well."

"I don't know if you're still in the live studio. I'll tell you a secret. It's too late to run away now! Hahahaha."

[Today’s show is really effective]

[Directly taken down by the Internet police]

[Catching tomb robbers along the network cable, this efficiency is too high]

[How can there be an idiot who can't figure it out? Come to Brother Quan's live broadcast room. He is the most popular treasure appraisal anchor on Douyin. There must be an Internet police on duty.]

[I think those tomb robbers all seek appraisal from Master Haidong and Master Yue. It is safer with fewer spectators.]

[I was a little suspicious that the anchor had made a mistake, but now the other party just ran away, it seems that there is really something wrong]

"But I didn't run away!" Zhang Yang said to himself.

However, compared to clarifying whether he ran away or not, the other information conveyed by the barrage is more important:
It seems that there is really such a thing as arresting people through the Internet cables.

By the time……

Zhang Yang already had an image of a police car driving towards him with dirty noises dripping from its nose.

There seems to be no solution to this situation.

Forget it, come on.

Anyway, I didn't sell any fake goods, so at most I would just have to suffer for my master who still had 2 years and 128 days left in his sentence.

Seeing on his phone that the treasure appraiser had already started chatting with the young lady on the live broadcast, Zhang Yang felt a little bored and left the live broadcast room.

Just as he was about to clean up the scene and return to his room to study carefully how to improve his abilities, his cell phone suddenly rang with a message alert.

Douyin popped up an unread message.

hiss~
Could it be that the message coming at this time is from the Internet police?
Zhang Yang clicked on the notification with some uneasiness.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that it was a private message from a user with a Japanese anime avatar.

Hi, it turns out to be the two-thorn monkey, what a mess.

The other party asked him in private message:

"Is your brother here? How much is your bronze?"

Zhang Yang replied with a question mark to express his incomprehension.

In less than five seconds, the other party responded.

"Brother, I see your IP is from Qingzhou. I'm also in Qingzhou. Let's talk and we can do the transaction offline."

"As for the price, you can rest assured that I have some stinky money."

After just a few words, Zhang Yang already felt the other party's sincerity.

But he had no intention of being tempted at all.

Didn’t the audience in the treasure appraisal live broadcast room just now all believe that their bronze artifacts were real?
Then this person most likely came to him to buy real bronze ware.

Buying and selling bronze artifacts is illegal. No matter if he is a fool or an antique dealer, he exudes an air of being eager to go to jail.

Maybe it was because Zhang Yang didn't reply for a long time, so the other party got a little anxious.

Sent a picture.

It turned out to be a screenshot of Zhang Yang’s live broadcast just now, which just happened to capture his entire face.

"Brother, whose business is not to be done?"

"Do I have to post missing person notices for you on all the telephone poles in Qingzhou?"

Damn, what a pervert!

Zhang Yang didn't expect this guy to be so clingy.

It seems that we have to find a way to dissuade this person from having such an idea.

He thought about it and replied:
"Someone has already reserved this bronze ware, and the deposit has been paid."

"Sorry, handsome."

"How much did he pay?" the other party asked.

Zhang Yang thought about it and made up a number: "The deposit alone was 50."

This price is ridiculously high. The auction price of a genuine bronze jue in the overseas market is only about 20 yuan, and the price of a jue with an inscription can only be expected to be 50 yuan.

This idiot probably didn't expect Zhang Yang to "sell" it at such a high price. He was stunned for a full ten seconds before replying:

"Zhao, where did you find such a rich buyer of resentment?"

"But this kind of idiot shouldn't be common, right? If we want to stay in this business for a long time, we still have to look at the market situation."

"I'm following you. Please give me priority next time you ship something."

Zhang Yang responded with an OK gesture.

Still thinking about next time?
He doesn't even plan to log into this account again.

Because at this moment, more private messages popped up.

They all asked him if he wanted to sell the bronze ware.

Someone else asked where the ancient tomb was and if he could take one with him. He brought his own Luoyang shovel.

Some even spoke to him in slang:

“To find the dragon and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains. Each winding mountain is a new obstacle.”

"My fellow thief, which leader's sect are you under?"

Zhang Yang now finally figured out why he could gain so much recognition in Ding Quan's live broadcast room.

It seems that everyone hopes that he is a real tomb robber.

Zhang Yang, who was annoyed, logged out directly, out of sight, out of mind.

Putting away his phone, he began to clean up the scene.

There was the sound of an engine coming from outside the yard, but Zhang Yang didn't pay any attention to it.

Wu Laoer, who lives next door, bought a tricycle and drives to the square to dance at about this time every day.

But the engine keeps making noise, which is a bit noisy.

Zhang Yang put down his hoe and prepared to go out and take a look.

At this moment, someone outside the courtyard suddenly started banging on the big iron gate of the courtyard.

It looked like he would not give up until the door was opened.

"Who?"

"I, Wu Lao Er!"

"You can speak? Then why are you smashing the door?" Zhang Yang said unhappily.

"Zhang Yang, please open the door for me quickly. I have something urgent to discuss with you."

"What's the matter? It's just that your tricycle has a problem again."

Zhang Yang walked towards the door helplessly.

As soon as the bolt was opened, the big iron door was pushed open forcefully from the outside.

Zhang Yang didn't react in time and was almost squeezed by the door.

He couldn't help complaining:
"Slow down... a little."

"I'm talking (very quietly)."

The police are coming!

Three uniformed policemen followed Zhang Yang's neighbor.

Zhang Yang often helped Wu Laoer push and reverse the car, but now he was helping the police to knock on the door.

Half of the door was fully opened, and Zhang Yang subconsciously stood up straight in front of the three policemen.

Although a little nervous, he still greeted them very politely:
"Hello, officers."

No one answered him.

The middle-aged policeman in the lead nodded to Zhang Yang, looked him up and down, and then waved forward.

The two policemen behind him quickly stepped forward, passed Zhang Yang, and went straight into the yard.

He walked around and looked around like an investigator.

After arranging all this, the police officer in front of Zhang Yang slowly spoke:
"Are you Zhang Yang?"

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded.

It’s not surprising that the police knew his information, as Douyin accounts require real-name authentication before broadcasting.

"Where's your accomplice?"

"What accomplice?"

"It's the person who deals in antiques with you."

"You ask my master. He went to jail and was sentenced to three years."

"Huh? How come you were missed?" the policeman asked with a surprised look on his face.

(End of this chapter)