Chapter 85: Run away if you can catch the big wave
"Do you have to make stealing artifacts from a museum sound so refreshing?"

"Hahaha, we both know each other."

Mr. Cai smiled and took out his cell phone from his pocket.

"I have photos of everything you want to imitate here, would you like to take a look?"

"No." Zhang Yang shook his head.

"It's okay. It won't cost you any meat. What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid, I'm just bored. The museum staff stealing from the museum was done by someone else 20 years ago. It's nothing new."

"Oh? You know all about the Chengde cultural relics case?"

Zhang Yang didn't answer, but just smiled weakly.

As a former museum employee, he was of course aware of this major event that changed the history of cultural heritage protection in the country.

I just didn't expect that I would meet him now.

"Mr. Zhang, you are wrong. The one who lent me the cultural relics this time is a private museum. It has nothing to do with the national collection of cultural relics. Don't worry."

“Which private museum?”

Zhang Yang knew the other party's intention in saying this.

Because the collections in private museums generally belong to individuals and are no different from private collections, if they are just copies of personal collections, there is no problem at all.

"I have to keep the name a secret."

"But think about it, with my status, can I do something illegal?"

"Can't I?" Zhang Yang smiled.

"Why do I feel that you just want to put the replica artifacts back into the museum, and then take the real ones out of the country as replicas?"

"Hehe." Mr. Cai was touched by Zhang Yang's words and shook his head and laughed.

He explained to Zhang Yang:
"You can't look at it that way."

"Now, the owner of the cultural relic has no objection, but the customs is making trouble and not letting the cultural relic leave the country. What's their basis for doing so?"

"It was all right before, but in recent years, the policy has suddenly changed."

"What if it changes back in the future? Wouldn't that delay my earning a lot of money in the past two years?"

"Besides, if we don't do this, there are plenty of people who will do it, right?"

Mr. Cai has a lot of twisted logic.

Of course Zhang Yang would not be deceived.

But the other party said something very right:
If he doesn't do it, there are plenty of people who will.

Zhang Yang rejected Mr. Cai today, but maybe in two days, he will be able to find another person who is willing to copy the bronze ware.

Things that were originally prohibited from leaving the country would still be swapped and flow out.

Zhang Yang thought, if that’s the case, then why can’t it be me?
He sighed and pretended to be convinced: "Okay, show me, what do you want to imitate?"

"Young people are really different."

Mr. Cai nodded and held the phone upright in front of Zhang Yang:

"Take a look at these and pick the ones that you think are reliable."

"I'll calculate the price for you once you've chosen it."

"By the way, don't think of reporting me. I'm only looking for you to copy you."

Mr. Cai said in a threatening tone:
"You won't know whether the bag was stolen in the end. If you falsely accuse me, a Chinese overseas, you might feel very uncomfortable!"

"I understand. Don't worry, I'm a man of integrity." Zhang Yang waved his hand impatiently.

In fact, he really had the idea of ​​reporting it just now.

However, he had already discovered the loophole before Mr. Cai started threatening, so he was not surprised.

But now that it has come to this, Zhang Yang must see what the other party is planning to copy.

There are photos of Mr. Cai's secretaries in his cell phone album, but it is not convenient to show them, so he just takes one out and holds it in his hand to show Zhang Yang.

After reading it, he took it back and replaced it with the next one.

This is very inefficient, but it also leaves a deeper impression on Zhang Yang.

The thing does look like it belongs in a museum.

Because the photos were taken of the cultural relics in the glass display cases, you can see the exhibit information written on the sign.

The first one clearly states:

[Spring and Autumn Period (770-476 BC) Bronze Hollow Boar] [Unearthed from Chu Tomb No. 2, Xiasi, Xichuan, Zhongyuan Province, along with a hollowed-out bronze sacrificial table with dragon pattern, now in the collection of Zhongyuan Provincial Museum, a national second-level cultural relic]

Zhang Yang looked at the information in the photo and his eyelids twitched unconsciously.

This thing really rattles open doors.

It’s too violent. Will they eat peanuts if they get caught?

There are many bronze artifacts of this level in Mr. Cai’s mobile phone:
Kang Gui from the early Western Zhou Dynasty; Bronze Phoenix He from the early Spring and Autumn Period; Beizhou Ding from the late Shang Dynasty; Luyi You from the early Western Zhou Dynasty...

It is clearly written on the display boards of many bronze artifacts that there are inscriptions on the artifacts.

"Okay, no more."

Mr. Cai looked at Zhang Yang, smiled and said:

"These are collections from several private museums, mixed together, and you can't find any information about them online, so don't even think about finding the museum behind them."

"Is it necessary to be so defensive about me?"

Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and asked back:

"It seems that Mr. Cai, you are not as brave as I thought!"

"Haha, if my old man's business hadn't been in trouble, I wouldn't have done such a thing."

"Anyway, I'm just going to do this job. Unless the cultural relics policy changes, I won't come back, or I'll be arrested as soon as I get off the plane."

These words that Mr. Cai said intentionally or unintentionally seemed to be trying to comfort Zhang Yang.

But if you think about it carefully, you are probably brainwashing yourself.

"I see. You are paying tribute to the fake medicine stop, and you are going to run away if you can get the biggest reward, right?"

"Hahaha, it's true. Mr. Jia is my senior."

Mr. Cai laughed, put away his frivolous expression, and asked Zhang Yang very formally:
"How many copies can you make in two months? Can you make five?"

"Five is too disrespectful. Together with my junior sister, we can handle them all." Zhang Yang answered confidently.

No matter how much it is, he has to agree.

There are a total of twelve bronze artifacts. If the other party agrees, you will be very busy in the next two months and won't be able to sleep well.

This is an exact one-to-one copy.

Even if Zhang Yang has fully utilized his master-level abilities, it will definitely not be easy, and he even needs Shen Yiyi's help.

"Your junior sister..."

Mr. Cai touched his chin and said hesitantly:

"She seems to have a strong sense of justice. Will it cause any trouble?"

"Of course not. She's easy to fool."

"is it?"

"To be honest, I have no concerns about your skills. Your master was very famous in the past."

"But considering that your master rejected me before, and he seems to have a strong sense of justice, I can only give you five."

"One hundred thousand for each, a total of five hundred thousand, how about that?"

Zhang Yang really wanted to say, if the master rejects you, what does it have to do with you as the disciple?

But looking at Mr. Cai's expression, his last question was obviously not asking for Zhang Yang's opinion, it was obvious that he had already made the decision.

"Okay, I have no objection. I understand your idea of ​​not putting all your eggs in one basket."

"But five hundred thousand is a little too little. Can you give me some other business? Do you have jade articles? Do you have paintings and calligraphy? Do you have pottery products?"

"You can do all these? Besides bronze ware, can you imitate other things?" Mr. Cai asked in disbelief.

"To be honest, I am also a young man who is well-rounded in morals, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. As long as it is an antique, I can imitate it."

"Can the mummy be imitated?"

"..."

"Even if I can imitate it, would you dare to export it?"

"I really don't dare." Mr. Cai smiled awkwardly.

"I want something from the mortal world..."

“What about the murals?”

(End of this chapter)