Chapter 40: You are real, but you are still not happy

Where did the things come from?

"Teacher, I just said it, it's inherited from our ancestors."

Zhang Yang emphasized again.

Teacher Bai sighed after hearing this:
"Hey! Young man, why don't we just tell the truth."

"The jade pig dragon from the Hongshan culture was first excavated in 1984. Even if your grandfather really received it, it cannot be considered an heirloom."

"Are you right?"

"Of course, you can still be stubborn, anyway, later..."

When Teacher Bai said the last sentence, a subtle smile appeared on his face.

His eyes also moved from Zhang Yang's face to the security guard in the distance.

This made Zhang Yang feel a chill in his crotch.

"Wait, Mr. Bai."

"You mean, this thing of mine is real?"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but interrupt the other party.

He felt that if he didn't ask this question, he would be taken away by the security guards or the police.

Take this opportunity to let the audience in the live broadcast room know how awesome the thing you brought is.

"At present, I have not found enough evidence to prove that this thing is a replica."

"Of course, if you want to be completely sure about such a precious cultural relic, it would be best to ask a few more experts to take a look."

Teacher Bai answered very tactfully and restrainedly.

As soon as I heard it, I was scared by the word-by-word analysis.

But such a restrained statement is still very useful.

The comments in the live broadcast room were originally all mocking Zhang Yang, but now the tone has changed, and it is basically all exclamation marks:
【Fuck! ! ! 】

[This is a real jade pig dragon!!!]

[Uncle police, someone is selling national treasures here! ]

[Shit, it's actually true? Could it be that the archaeological team leaked it?]

[A cultural relic thief, definitely a cultural relic thief! ]

The situation at the scene is not optimistic either.

I don't know who shouted:
"Come here quickly, Teacher Bai has shipped the goods!"

After he finished shouting, the old men and women who were queuing behind him all came up at the same time.

They surrounded Zhang Yang and took pictures of him and Teacher Bai with their cell phones.

He was muttering something like "Come and see..."

It looked like he was going to be exposed.

However, Zhang Yang hasn't washed his hair or shaved for half a month. Like Sharp Brother, he is not afraid of facing the camera at all.

He looked at Teacher Bai without saying a word.

At first glance, it seemed like the two people were in a stalemate and wrestling.

You never know when a big quarrel will break out.

Everyone is waiting to see the show.

Teacher Fan and the old man from the National Treasure Gang next to them stopped arguing and looked at Zhang Yang.

It is far less satisfying to quarrel yourself than to watch others quarrel.

But in fact, Zhang Yang was simply collecting recognition points.

He even had the energy to ask again:
"Teacher Bai, please don't make a mistake. Is this really a jade pig dragon from the Hongshan culture?"

"Young man, what do you want to express?" Teacher Bai asked with narrowed eyes.

"Nothing, I'm just curious, what if Mr. Bai is wrong?"

The elderly people holding their mobile phones nearby heard this and commented sharply:

"Young man, why aren't you happy when Teacher Bai says your stuff is real?"

"Family members, I know his symptoms. When a man confesses his love to a goddess and the goddess accepts, the man will doubt whether he has accepted the offer."

"The boy has gone mad."

"It's not that complicated. Can't you tell? He's just showing off!"

"Teacher Bai, can you tell me what this thing is? I didn't record it just now."

"Young man, do you want to sell this treasure? I'll give you two hundred thousand."

"..."

The people around were chattering, but as soon as Teacher Bai started talking, they shut up consciously.

Otherwise the video will not turn out well.

"You want to say that I misjudged this thing?"

Teacher Bai sneered, but he was still very calm and patched himself up:

"I don't rule out this possibility, but I still have some confidence that I can sit in this position."

Zhang Yang glanced at where Teacher Bai was sitting.

There is a female assistant on each side, one cute and the other intellectual.

It is indeed easy to have confidence.

Seeing that Zhang Yang didn't say anything, Teacher Bai closed the box:
"Okay, that's it for now."

"You can advance to the second round. Register later..."

"No, no, no, I won't advance."

Zhang Yang stubbornly opened the box, took out the jade pig dragon, and handed it to Teacher Bai. It was time to show our cards.

He pointed to the gap in the Jade Pig Dragon and said:
"Teacher Bai, have you seen this place?"

"I've seen traces of thread drawing on it. It's obviously hand-polished, which is consistent with the characteristics of ancient jade."

"Then you may not be able to see clearly enough. You need to use a magnifying glass."

"Here, take it first."

Zhang Yang took out a notebook and a palm-sized magnifying glass from his backpack.

"Can you use a magnifying glass to see if there is such a pattern on it?"

"What pattern?"

Teacher Bai took the tool and looked at the direction where Zhang Yang was pointing with confusion.

Every time I looked at it, I lowered my head to compare it with the hand-drawn pattern in my notebook.

As he watched, the expression on his face became more and more confused.

The patterns all match, but does that mean anything?

Does this mean that the young man was bored and recorded everything bit by bit?
No, what's the point?
"Is it the same?" Zhang Yang asked.

"That's right." Teacher Bai nodded.

"Then take a look at this."

Zhang Yang took out a marker pen and connected the points where the scratches intersected in order.

To be honest, he really took great pains to leave this anti-counterfeiting mark.

I'm afraid it will be discovered if I write it too obviously.

But I’m afraid it’s too troublesome to explain.

Finally I chose this method.

The intersections of these scratches are connected to form a signature of four words:
【Zhang Guo forced】.

The four-character signature is far superior to any of the "Made in the Qianlong Period of the Qing Dynasty".

It was too abnormal to use Zhang Yang’s real name before. It is safer to use a pseudonym in a public place with so many people.

More secure.

"Your name is Zhang Guoqiang?"

Teacher Bai looked at the words on the paper and looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief:

"Did you make this thing?"

"Yes." Zhang Yang nodded.

"Actually, I'm a famous master in Qingzhou. Today, I was asked to come and test you, Teacher Bai."

"Master?"

"Well, actually I'm already forty years old, I just look younger." Zhang Yang explained.

These words accidentally hurt Teacher Bai, who had just turned 40 a few days ago.

It turns out that it is true that men are in their prime at 41?
But age is not an issue at this moment.

The authenticity of the baby is the key.

"Did you imitate it based on the unearthed cultural relics?" Bai Haibo asked again.

"Yes, there are several, but they haven't had time to age yet."

Zhang Yang took out a few jade pig dragons that he had already carved from his bag.

Except for the original color of Xiuyan jade, other aspects are no different from the real thing.

The success rate of aging the jade pig dragon is a bit low, and the "Huashan Appraisal" program crew came in a hurry, so he only had time to fire this one.

If the production team had come a month later, they wouldn't have needed a magnifying glass. They could have just lined up seven or eight jade pig dragons in a row and all the questions would have been explained.

Teacher Bai held the chicken-bone white jade pig dragon and the un-aged Xiuyan jade in his hands and compared them repeatedly.

When he finished reading and finally looked up at Zhang Yang, his eyes had changed.

He stood up and grabbed Zhang Yang's hand.

"Master, your skill in making jade antique must be a national intangible cultural heritage skill, right?"

"Haha, I don't know either. I haven't been ranked yet. What if I'm also a professional second-level player?" Zhang Yang replied cheerfully.

"There must be some at the national level. I have met many provincial-level inheritors of intangible cultural heritage, but none of them are as talented as you."

"I've really learned a lot today, Master Zhang, you're amazing!"

"Taught me a lesson."

Teacher Bai gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up.

The latter smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

Xiao Shen explained to Zhang Yang the classification of intangible cultural heritage, which has four levels in total.

They are national, provincial, municipal and county levels respectively.

Although Mr. Bai's words were meant to save his own face, they were also meant to be real and exaggerated.

"Master Zhang, can you please leave me your contact information so we can communicate after the meeting?"

"Okay, I'd love to." Zhang Yang agreed quickly.

Teacher Bai is an internet celebrity expert in the antique circle. When someone takes the initiative to show goodwill, how can we not give him face?
"So we're stopping here for today?"

"Well, I just happened to have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

After giving his business card, Zhang Yang started to pack his things sensibly.

He put on his bag and turned around, and was startled by what he saw behind him.

Hundreds of friends queuing behind him were looking at him in unison.

(End of this chapter)