Chapter 42 You are like Wang Bo

It turns out these two were helping to tidy up the yard.

After Xiao Shen said that, Zhang Yang noticed that the yard was indeed tidier than before.

Hundreds of bronze artifacts were almost all rearranged and the dust on them was wiped clean.

To be honest, this job is quite difficult.

No wonder Liu Qianghua was begging for mercy with a sad face. It’s not that he is weak.

Zhang Yang was alone at home and didn't even dare to think about tidying up the yard.

"Brother Guoqiang!"

Liu Qianghua saw Zhang Yang as if he had seen a savior.

However, because he was afraid of Mr. Zheng's bodyguards, he did not dare to stop what he was doing even after he shouted.

I can only hope in my heart that Zhang Yang will pay attention to him.

Zhang Yang ignored him and chose to ask General Zheng what was going on first.

Mr. Zheng should be the only one in the yard who can control the Liu Qianghua brothers.

"Boss Zheng, long time no see. You're out so soon?"

"Hahaha, no no, just released on bail."

President Zheng walked forward and gave Zhang Yang a warm hug.

His words and actions were full of gratitude.

Zhang Yang also took the opportunity to ask him in his ear:
"What's going on with those two guys at the door?"

"Just two little thieves."

President Zheng told Zhang Yang that when he brought his bodyguards here, he saw the gate of the courtyard was open and thought Zhang Yang was at home.

Unexpectedly, when I entered the door, I found Liu Qianghua and his younger brothers moving things in the yard.

Mr. Zheng had been in society for many years, and as soon as he saw the two men's shifty looks, he immediately understood about 70% of what was going on.

After the bodyguards went up and did some physical work, Liu Qianghua and the other man started crying and confessing everything.

"I saw that they really enjoyed moving bronze artifacts, so I took the initiative and let them move as much as they wanted."

President Zheng smiled and asked Zhang Yang:
"Master Zhang, you don't mind me meddling in other people's business, do you?"

"No, no."

"The leader is Liu Qianghua, his father is Mr. Liu from the taxi company..."

Zhang Yang didn't finish his words, but his meaning was already expressed:
Who is stronger, Mr. Zheng or Mr. Liu from the east city?
After hearing this, General Zheng smiled:
"I know Lao Liu. I'll take these two guys to him later."

"Do you want Lao Liu to come over and apologize to you in person?"

"That's not necessary."

Zhang Yang waved his hand and said, "Stop causing trouble. It's better to keep his little yard quiet."

……

There were so many people in the courtyard, and Zhang Yang, as the host, introduced everyone to each other.

There is nothing to hide about Liu Qianghua and General Zheng’s identities.

It’s Grandpa Lu.

Zhang Yang deliberately said only that he was a retired professor of the Faculty of Arts.

Grandpa’s little cotton jacket is leaking.

Xiao Shen said it was almost time, and accidentally revealed his identity as a member of the National Treasure Gang.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment.

"Ha ha ha ha."

After hearing this, Mr. Zheng laughed happily.

He pointed at the people in the yard and said:

"I didn't expect that in such a small yard like ours."

“It’s amazing that they can all be found at the same time: counterfeiters, sellers, and buyers.”

"Oh, and there are two more idiots."

Liu Qianghua and his younger brothers were planning to join in the fun after moving the bronze artifacts.

As soon as they heard what General Zheng said, they quickly turned around and walked towards the corner.

Forget it, I'd better find something to do.

Now, in addition to Zhang Yang, there are three other "forces" in the yard, and each force has important matters to discuss with Zhang Yang.

And they don’t want other people to know.

Zhang Yang thought about it and decided to imitate the priest, no, the godfather.

The priest causes trouble to the little boy, while the godfather helps people solve their problems.

Zhang Yang imitated the Godfather's style and went back to the living room alone. The rest of the people were in the yard, taking turns coming in to talk to him about things.

Xiao Shen is responsible for maintaining order.

Zhang Yang had just sat down in the living room for a while when Liu Qianghua came in.

"Huh? Why is it you?"

"Boss Zheng thought I was an eyesore, so he gave me five minutes to finish my words and wait for him outside the yard."

Liu Qianghua's mouth is like a machine gun, and you can tell that General Zheng is under a lot of pressure.

"Okay, go ahead, I'm listening."

"That's right, Brother Guoqiang.

Let me explain to you first, I am not stealing anything, I just saw that you were not at home and wanted to do some self-service shopping.

You know, I will definitely pay. I called the police and reported you as a fraud because my old man was full of bad intentions and he forced me to do it.

But he has been punished. I told my mother about his finding a mistress outside, and he was beaten so badly that he couldn’t get out of bed…”

"stop!"

Zhang Yang called out to Liu Qianghua.

Phew, what do you mean by filial son?

He told this rich second generation:

"Although I feel the sincerity of your apology, don't involve me in your affairs with your father. It has nothing to do with me."

"Understand?"

Liu Qianghua nodded heavily:

"understand!"

"I said this mainly to express my attitude."

“This is what I meant.”

While Liu Qianghua was speaking, he took out a bank card from his pocket.

Zhang Yang glanced at it and didn't take it.

He shook his head and told Liu Qianghua:

"When you communicate with me next time, tell me the business first, don't rush to give me money."

Actually, it’s okay to give money, but what about giving a bank card?

What if the amount is just the $100 you deposited when you opened the card?
"I'm sorry, I was anxious. This is what happened..."

Liu Qianghua told Zhang Yang that the father of a friend of his bought a lot of fake antiques and became a laughing stock in the circle.

Even his friend was ridiculed.

This friend heard that the bronze ware made by Zhang Yang was so real that he wanted to use his imitations to set up a trap to punish those who had mocked him before.

This plot is a bit similar to Grandpa Lu.

But Liu Qianghua's reason is more legitimate.

After listening to this, Zhang Yang touched his chin and fell into a brief thought.

"Do you think that the things I have here can definitely deceive the eyes of your friends?"

"My friend's friend."

Liu Qianghua emphasized and then nodded.

"If you can show your true level, I think it's possible."

"After all, you are the one who can fool the top treasure appraiser."

There's nothing wrong with what you said...

Zhang Yang has started laughing.

"To be honest, it's not impossible to sell you something."

It is indeed unreasonable for Zhang Yang to refuse money given by others.

Besides, Liu Qianghua’s attitude this time is really good, so it’s okay to sell him one or two pieces.

At worst, you can just ask for a higher price when selling and sign the contract.

"But let me be frank. We have to sign a contract and include some disclaimers."

"no problem!"

"Don't rush to agree. Go find my junior sister later and ask for a sample contract."

"No problem, let's talk about buying goods."

Zhang Yang pointed to the door and made a gesture for invitation.

Liu Qianghua cupped his hands vigorously towards him to express his gratitude, then turned around and ran out happily.

Zhang Yang looked at the other person's monkey-like back and thought to himself, this guy is really a "rich second generation".

Both "rich" and "stupid".

Two minutes after Liu Qianghua went out, Grandpa Lu came in.

He was alone, and Xiao Shen did not follow him.

Speaking of which, this was the first time Zhang Yang had communicated with Grandpa Lu alone.

As soon as the old man came in, he started talking about the "Huashan Appraisal" set.

He watched the entire live broadcast with Xiao Shen.

"Master Zhang, your talent in replicating antiques reminds me of someone:

Wang Bo, ranked first among the Four Talents of the Early Tang Dynasty.

You two are both amazing talents..."

(Eight hundred words omitted here)

As expected of a professor in the Faculty of Arts, Grandpa Lu praised Zhang Yang highly in an essay the length of a junior high school student's composition.

However, he didn't use the character of Wang Bo very well.

After listening to this, Zhang Yang's mind was filled with memories of Wang Bo drowning at the age of 26, and himself being hit by a dump truck at the age of 26 in his previous life.

"Grandpa, can someone else blow me?"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but say.

Grandpa Lu had lived for so long, but this was the first time he heard such a request, and he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)