Chapter 93 is mint, I added mint to it!

"Wife, is this reasonable?"

After watching "Mr. Zhang" hang up the phone, Mr. Zhan, President of Cui Chi Real Estate Development Company, asked the woman with a sesame face in front of him blankly.

Director Liao went to jail a few months ago.

Mr. Zhan's efforts were in vain, but fortunately, since the director did not get the money, his attempt to bribe was considered unsuccessful and he was released on bail.

The first thing he did after coming out of the detention center was to tell his wife that he had discovered a brilliant point in the case.

When they interrogated him, they only asked about the 350 million yuan, not the 1000 million yuan.

There was no way the police would have missed such an important detail, something must have gone wrong.

Mr. Zhan and his wife quickly found the person in charge of the auction and got the following answer:
1000 million, people have already withdrawn the money;

350 million, frozen.

Mr. Zhan responded quickly:
Blah! I bought the wrong one... No, I bought one too many!
Of course you need a refund if you buy too much.

Mr. Zhan continued to harass the auctioneers, and they responded by giving him two refund options:

One is a refund for minors;
Another way is to get a certificate to prove that he has a brain problem, it can be mental illness or dementia, anyway, it proves that he is a person with no civil capacity.

Otherwise, no refunds will be given once an item is sold at the auction. This is clearly stated in the contract and there is no point in going to court.

Mr. Zhan was so angry that he almost got into a fight with the people at the auction.

After returning home and kneeling on the washboard for three days, he finally thought of a solution to the problem.

Find the person who copied the calligraphy and painting for Director Liao. He might know the clue to 1000 million.

As a result, they were surprised to find that the owner of the account that took over the counterfeit calligraphy and painting business had the same information as the person who submitted the works for the auction, both of them were "Zhang*".

Mr. Zhan’s wife suspected that Zhang had planned it, but she couldn’t figure out how he planned it and why outsiders knew about their bribery.

Anyway, it was premeditated.

Asking is a woman's intuition.

If you ask this kind of person for money, you will never get it back. You have to find a way to stop the loss.

The couple discussed it and came up with the idea of ​​making an anonymous phone call.

According to their original plan, they wanted to threaten Zhang to write a Huang Tingjian version of "The Book of Songs" for them, which would contain more than 1000 words, and they would definitely be able to make back their investment of million.

totally unexpected……

"This Zhang is too perverted." Mr. Zhan's wife sighed.

"People who are good at calligraphy are like this. He is considered good. You know Dong Qichang, he is just a bully."

"I think this Zhang would be a bully in ancient times!"

"My wife is right. What now? What should we do? I feel like the other party is totally fearless!"

"Let me think about it... How about this? You contact him directly with your real identity and say that you are the person who bought his calligraphy for 1000 million yuan, and ask him if he can give you another one."

"Okay, I'll think about it."

Mr. Zhan nodded. He suddenly remembered that in addition to Director Liao, there was another leader who could help him turn the situation around.

That leader likes calligraphy and painting.

Can I just give calligraphy and paintings as gifts? I need to think about this carefully.

……

When Zhang Yang returned home, Xiao Shen was confronting Grandpa Lu.

The focus of the argument between the two people was on a black pebble.

"Brother, you're back just in time. My grandfather said that the jadeite mined from this stone could be worth 500 million. Do you believe it?"

"It's hard to say. It depends on the currency unit."

"Huh? It seems so." Shen Yiyi couldn't help but frowned.

"So, you should return the pebbles to grandpa as soon as possible." Zhang Yang said.

"I repeat, this is not a pebble, this is a jadeite..."

"Snapped!"

Before Grandpa Lu finished speaking, there was a sudden crisp sound of stones colliding in the yard.

Shen Yiyi raised the stone above her head and smashed it hard on the concrete floor.

The stone bounced several times on the ground.

A lot of black fragments will fall off with every bounce.

By the time it came to a complete stop, most of the outer shell had fallen off, revealing the green inner layer.

"Shen Yiyi, what are you going to do!"

Grandpa had never been so anxious before. He rushed forward anxiously and tried to pick up the raw stone on the ground.

Xiao Shen scratched his head awkwardly:
"How come this stone is like an egg? You can peel it."

"Jadeite raw stone has a layer of skin!" Grandpa responded impatiently.

He wanted to collect all the black shells on the ground.

But before he started, Zhang Yang had already handed him a piece.

Grandpa Lu was just about to reach out to take it.

Zhang Yang suddenly turned over the black leather shell in his hand, revealing the side closer to the inner layer.

That side was also green.

"Grandpa, smell it."

"smell?"

"You'll know if you smell it." Zhang Yang said with a forced smile.

Grandpa took the fragment that Zhang Yang handed over skeptically and sniffed it gently when he put it to his nose.

A fresh feeling rushed straight to the top of my head.

It's mint, someone added mint to it!
Isn't this green one...

Grandpa Lu looked at Zhang Yang in shock, and the latter nodded solemnly and said:

"Toothpaste, green toothpaste."

"The color you see when you shine the light on it is the color of the toothpaste."

"Hahaha!"

Shen Yiyi, who was standing next to her, also picked up the pieces on the ground and smelled them, then laughed so hard that she covered her stomach:
"I thought it was something else, it turns out to be toothpaste produced in an old mine in Myanmar, hahahaha!"

"Brother, my intuition is right. My grandfather can't possibly make any money..."

Grandpa Lu didn't say anything back. He had a gloomy face, picked up the green rough stone, smelled it carefully, and confirmed that it was toothpaste. He didn't have time to pay attention to Xiao Shen, and walked straight to the table and moved the entire carton containing the rough stone to the ground.

Then he picked up one of them and started the collision experiment with the earth.

"Hey, stop it. How can you sell it if it's ruined..."

Seeing that Xiao Shen was still trying to add fuel to the fire, Zhang Yang quickly pulled her up.

"Come on, come into the house with me."

"I have a question for you."

"Aren't you going to finish watching it before leaving?" Shen Yiyi asked with a smile.

Zhang Yang glared at her, and Xiao Shen finally pursed her lips and followed him with a hum.

In the room, you can still hear the sound of grandpa smashing stones.

Zhang Yang could only close the door.

This finally helped Xiao Shen to desensitize himself.

"Brother, what's going on?"

“Two things. First, your senior’s investment has probably fallen through.

You can forget about becoming bigger and stronger for now.

This won't affect your school life, right?"

"No." Xiao Shen said very easily, "I performed well at the exhibition and got the highest activity score. I am a big step ahead of others on the road to postgraduate study."

"That's good."

Zhang Yang was afraid that Xiao Shen's studies would be affected. It was very difficult to find young people like her who were willing to work and had a good background.

Think about Lao Hu's daughter and son-in-law, and then look at Xiao Shen who is of the same age, and you will understand what the gap is.

"The second thing is that I will go to Qingdao University Affiliated High School to participate in an event in a while.

The theme of the event is to introduce the techniques of our sect.

I remember you graduated from the affiliated high school, right? What do you think you can prepare that will be more in line with the tastes of high school students in your school?"

"Brother, are you going to recruit apprentices from high schools? Are you going to compete with Tsinghua and Peking University for talent?"

"Haha, that's a good idea. I'll think about it."

"But this time, I am mainly going to do activities, bringing intangible cultural heritage into the campus, you know?"

"I don't know." Xiao Shen shook her head. They never held this when they were in school.

"But I can go back and ask for you."

"There are several grandchildren of history professors in our building. They are all studying in the attached high school now. I used to be their eldest brother."

"That would be great." Zhang Yang nodded, "Just ask them what's the most popular thing right now."

He also figured out that the key to introducing intangible cultural heritage into campus lies in what students want to see.

If he likes Kun Kun, he will buy some Kun Kun from Shang Zhou;

If you like Ultraman, he will be like the bronze Tiga of the entire super ancient civilization, or the stone-carved Spark Prism;

If you like the second dimension, he will arrange a few bronze figures...

In the group of that activity, he had already seen inheritors of the intangible cultural heritage of making clay figurines, blowing sugar figurines, using abacus, shadow puppetry, huma singing, paper cutting, and seal carving.

In comparison, his antique bronze ware is the one that is most detached from real life.

As long as the candy man blower is willing to spend a lot of money, almost no one can be his opponent.

Zhang Yang’s only advantage is that he is not short of money.

Many other inheritors are more or less financially strapped and have to ask Director Miao for subsidies when they participate in an event.

Only Zhang Yang even wanted to give Director Miao a red envelope.

"Can I ask it within three days?"

"You will have to help me prepare some things then."

"Let me see... no problem, they'll have the day off tomorrow afternoon."

"Alright!" Zhang Yang gave Xiao Shen two thumbs up and gave him two big thumbs up.

……

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yang remembered the anonymous call during the day and opened his forum account to take a look.

As expected, there were many messages asking to buy calligraphy.

The most recent private message was sent just one minute ago.

Zhang Yang curiously opened the forum and took a look, and instantly understood why there were so many messages.

It turned out that it was an unscrupulous moderator who marked his own post as featured and pinned it to the top.

The reason for doing this seems to be because the director who had previously come to him to purchase goods spoke out and gave him a five-star review.

This is word of mouth!

Zhang Yang sighed, and quickly started from the most recent message, checking the private messages one by one.

As he watched, he suddenly became confused.

Didn’t the anonymous phone call during the day say that someone sent me a lot of private messages but I didn’t get any responses?

I've seen news from two months ago, and I haven't found anyone who is a suspect.

The accounts that harass me the most send me messages every day, but they don’t seem to know my phone number.

So not only the phone call has to be anonymous, but even the words said are false?

Zhang Yang was thinking about this when his cell phone suddenly rang.

This time the number is quite normal, from Linzhou.

"hello?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Zhang who copied Huang Tingjian's version of "Lanting Xu"?"

"No, you typed it wrong."

As soon as Zhang Yang heard it, he knew that this must be the person who made the anonymous call during the day.

Hang up directly.

Ten seconds later, the same number called again.

As soon as the call was connected, the man on the other end of the phone spoke hurriedly:
"Brother, please, don't hang up on me."

"Otherwise I'll have to kneel on the washboard again when I get home at night!"

(End of this chapter)