Chapter 90 Return of the King

"It can't be called surrender, it can be called confession at best."

Zhang Yang felt that the term "surrendering" was too inaccurate.

He is not a criminal.

"Let's put it this way. I'm still the same enthusiastic citizen I was before. I haven't changed at all."

"I think I understand what you mean!"

Officer Tu on the other end of the phone patted his thigh:
"You must have gotten involved in this case through some legal behavior, just like the previous case."

"Right?"

"Officer Tu, you really are my soulmate." Zhang Yang said with emotion.

"No, no, no, don't try to fool me first."

"Tell me, how did you know about this case of cultural relics trafficking?"

"Because the suspects in this case brought real cultural relics and asked me to make replicas of them."

"I've been waiting for you police to come and investigate!" said Zhang Yang.

After hearing this, Officer Tu took a breath.

The situation is more serious than he thought.

He asked Zhang Yang to wait and said he would check the files.

About ten minutes later, Officer Tu came back.

Before he spoke, he started laughing:
"Hahaha, I was scared by you."

"I checked it out. Didn't you have a case on file before? Combined with the suspect's confession this time, we determined that you had nothing to do with this case, so we didn't bring you back."

"I guess someone will call you later to ask you questions and take a statement remotely."

"Don't be too nervous."

"It has nothing to do with me?" Zhang Yang asked in disbelief.

He felt that in this case, Mr. Cai ranked first and he ranked second.

Officer Tu actually said it had nothing to do with him?
What went wrong? Is it a big mistake?
Zhang Yang quickly asked:
"I copied five bronze artifacts and twelve murals. This case has nothing to do with me?"

"Yes, you are just imitating antiques for money. There are many people doing this job in Pan Jiayuan. It's just that if your imitation is more realistic, you can charge a higher price."

“It’s not a question of cost.”

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and asked the other party directly:

"Have you recovered all the cultural relics involved in this case?"

"Yup!"

"Don't worry." Officer Tu comforted Zhang Yang, "They brought the authentic works and pretended to be from the museum to get the certificates, but they were discovered by the clever staff."

"People from the museum have come to claim their collection of artifacts."

"As for those murals, the experts have already appraised them. They are all cultural relics lost among the people. The genuine ones will be handed over to the national treasury, and the replicas will probably be destroyed in a batch after a while."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Yang asked again.

"Hey, don't be too nervous. They have all been authenticated by experts. The genuine products have not been leaked."

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go out on a field trip..."

After Officer Tu finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Zhang Yang to respond.

Zhang Yang held the phone in his hand and was stunned for about half a minute.

Soon my brain started working quickly, analyzing the matter.

Only he himself knew the whole story.

Shen Yiyi, who was most deeply involved, went back to school after helping to make the bronze ware, so she was not aware of Zhang Yang's outrageous operation of putting the real thing in the cellar.

The current situation is that even if Zhang Yang stood up and said:
Sorry, I’m a “treasure protector” and the authentic ones are all with me.

I guess no one would believe him.

The museum certainly wants to keep things quiet;

The police's experts have already made the identification, and if Zhang Yang comes out to refute his position, people will definitely not have a good impression of him.

Maybe they even think he is trying to scam me.

"So these things are going to rot in my hands?" Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

The reality seems to be like this.

Pretending nothing happened is the most reasonable and safest option.

But it’s not a good idea to keep these things in the cellar. We have to find a proper place to store them.

Donated? Or handed it in?
Zhang Yang thought about it and thought of a good place. He is no longer an ordinary person.

Instead, he is the inheritor of intangible cultural heritage skills in Xiaoliushu District, Qingzhou City.

Zhang Yang had read on the Internet that those truly powerful inheritors would set up an exhibition hall when they became rich.

Specialized in displaying one's own intangible cultural heritage techniques.

Zhang Yang believes that he is also qualified to host such an exhibition hall.

It is just right to display these cultural relics in the exhibition hall as if they were your own works.

Let’s choose Boss Deng’s store as the location.

If Boss Deng regrets his decision, he can just spend more money to buy a gallery.

Zhang Yang did what he said. He opened the gate and prepared to drive his newly-purchased G-Class to discuss business.

It is said that this will increase the chances of success.

He had just driven out of the yard when a taxi came towards him and stopped on the road right in front of him.

Just blocked his way.

"duo~"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but honk the horn.

It's hard to say that the other party didn't do it on purpose since he was blocking the road like this.

The back door of the taxi opened and a middle-aged woman with a kind look waved at Zhang Yang.

"Hello, Zhang Yang!"

Who is this?
Zhang Yang was sure that he didn't know the other person.

But since the other party called his name, it was most likely looking for him.

Zhang Yang pulled the handbrake, pushed the door and got out of the car.

At this time, another person got out of the taxi.

The middle-aged woman helped down an old man with gray hair.

"Grandpa Lu?" Zhang Yang shouted in surprise.

"Are you back from your trip?"

"Haha, you're back. Zhang Yang, guess who she is?" Grandpa asked with a smile.

"Is there any need to guess? This auntie must also have the surname Lu. She must be my junior sister's mother."

Zhang Yang smiled and nodded to the woman.

The latter smiled and responded:
"I'm Yiyi's mother. You can call me Aunt Lu or Teacher Lu. It's fine."

"Hehe." Grandpa laughed foolishly beside him and said, "How about Zhang Yang, isn't he a handsome man?"

"Yeah, I can see that."

"Thank you Aunt Lu."

Zhang Yang smiled helplessly and made a gesture of invitation:

"Let's talk inside."

"Wait a minute." Grandpa called him, "Zhang Yang, I brought you some gifts. They're in the trunk."

"Please help me get it."

"No problem, you guys go in first!"

Zhang Yang thought that after he got his things, he could call Shen Yiyi to ask what was going on.

Have you come for a home visit?
However, when Zhang Yang opened the trunk and saw what was inside, his mind went blank for a moment.

"Master!" Zhang Yang asked the taxi driver, "Are all the boxes in the trunk the same?"

"Yes!" the driver and Grandpa Lu in the distance answered in unison.

"Okay." Zhang Yang responded weakly.

Grandpa, you are too perverted!
Zhang Yang looked at the things in the cardboard box and suddenly understood Shen Yiyi's mentality when she complained about her grandfather.

Three cardboard boxes.

The first box contained three pottery jars, not Greek or Egyptian ones, but very typical Yangshao culture painted pottery;
The most important thing is to buy domestic cultural relics when traveling abroad.

The second box was a little better. It contained gray-black stones of various sizes. Zhang Yang made a blind guess and they should be raw jadeite.

The last one is even more important. It should be filled with paintings. On the top is a glass-framed "Mona Lisa".

　Thanks to Mantou for the 500-coin reward. Brother, this name sounds nice, but it’s a pity that my account will be blocked if I write it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)