Chapter 163 Copper-Nickel Alloy with a Little Lead

"Ou warrior, about thirty years old, always wearing a mask."

"The phone number belongs to Yanjing, but it has been canceled."

"Based on this bit of information, if I can find this person, Sherlock will have to call me Grandmaster when he comes."

When leaving Neon, Zhang Yang went through the events of the past few days in his mind.

It sounds a bit ridiculous to say that the stolen items are stolen cultural relics from the Hailin Museum.

But when you have the cultural heritage bureau that Zeng Gong helped contact and the embassy that Chen Yanguang helped contact behind you, it becomes very reasonable.

Tokugawa Daisuke finally admitted that he bought thirty-one cultural relics from suspected thieves.

Zhang Yang checked the actual objects and found that they were all in the early Western Zhou Dynasty, and the latest one was only 873 BC.

The metal artifacts and jade artifacts are also consistent with the previous bronze gui. It is basically certain that they were unearthed from the same pit.

However, there are still quite a lot of cumbersome procedures for the subsequent transfer of stolen cultural relics.

Zhang Yang returned to China first and waited for the embassy to slowly push forward.

It's a relatively happy ending.

When I returned to the company the next day, all three employees were already there.

Everyone's face was filled with excited smiles.

It seemed like everyone was having a great time this week.

Everyone is waiting for Zhang Yang’s live broadcast and asking him: When is the next team building/public trip?

"Look at the benefits of our live broadcast room. The more money you make, the faster your next trip will come." Zhang Yang first drew a picture here.

"Then hurry up." Sister Gao ate the cake very quickly and made a welcoming gesture towards the dressing room: "I will give you a beautiful makeup today, boss."

"I believe it's beautiful makeup?"

Zhang Yang recited the lyrics in his mind.

As soon as he came out of the dressing room, the afternoon live broadcast would begin.

The first treasure friend who came up said that what he brought would be the oldest antique that Zhang Yang had ever seen.

Full of anticipation!

What he showed in the camera was a dark red clay pot with many black lines painted on it.

"My parents said this is something from Majiayao with a very good origin."

【Majiayao? Yangshao culture? 】

[How authentic can the origin of things from the Neolithic Age be?]

[I live in Lintao, and a lot of this kind of stuff was indeed unearthed back then]

"Turn around and let me see."

Zhang Yang has never studied the cultural relics of the Neolithic Age.

There are many vertical eye-like patterns painted on the body of the jar. It is obvious that the ancient people who were still in a matriarchal society used this method to express their worship of certain organs.

The information displayed on this clay pot is:

"Production date: 2949 BC."

It turned out to be a cultural relic with a history of nearly five thousand years ago.

Emperor Xuanyuan was not even born at that time!

"Friend Bao, are you still in the country?" Zhang Yang asked worriedly.

"Yes, it's in Chang'an."

"Oh, don't panic when someone knocks on the door later." Zhang Yang comforted: "I guess a researcher from the museum will come to the door and borrow this thing."

"Ah? Do you have to charge this too? My parents said they bought this in the cultural relics store before."

The cultural relics store Baoyou mentioned is a state-owned antique store.

Before the mid-1990s, when you went to a cultural relics store to buy something, you could still find something missing if you bought it with your eyes closed.

For example, in a cultural relics store in Nanjing, someone spent ten gold bars in exchange for blue and white pieces worth one billion yuan;

There is also a cultural relics store in Yangzhou. The Yuan Dynasty blue-glazed white dragon-pattern plum vase collected for 18 yuan is now hidden in the museum, and each vase has its own exhibition hall;

The most powerful one is the Xiang Provincial Cultural Relics Store, which has acquired a total of 11 national first-class cultural relics.

"If the origin is so legitimate, then people really have no choice but to borrow it." Zhang Yang told Baoyou: "People mainly study the totems on the Yangshao culture pots."

"Does your piece have a human face and fish pattern on it? It's a human face in the middle, with fish bone patterns all around the face."

[Is it the fisherman’s totem? 】

[It’s true that there are mermaid patterns, so maybe it’s not just borrowed]

[If there is no special totem, it will only cost 20,000 to 30,000 yuan]

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, Baoyou immediately started looking for the jar.

But apart from the vertical eye pattern, there are no other decorations.

"It's a pity, the stuff is right."

"Chinese culture lasts for five thousand years, and this pottery of yours is almost the same age. I suggest you keep it in your collection."

"Then what if they insist on me handing it over?" Baoyou asked worriedly.

"It's impossible. If someone calls and asks you to hand it over, it must be a scam. You can just call the police."

…

[Why you don’t have to hand it in if you buy it from the cultural relics store]

“Think about it, everyone, when you hand over the cultural relics, to whom are they handed over?”

Zhang Yang chose a barrage that had the most views in the live broadcast room to answer.

"Is it for the museum? Or for the Cultural Relics Bureau? None, it is nationalized."

"Then if you buy something from a state-owned antique store, it is officially recognized as your private property."

"Still can't understand this?"

Zhang Yang scolded the barrage and became interested when he saw the ID of the applicant Lianmai Baoyou.

"Welcome [Cyber ​​Shaoling Lux First Generation Machine]."

"Zhang Boss, something big happened!" Baoyou shouted as soon as he came up.

"What's up?"

"Do you still remember that I used to sell the beads and bracelets from the gloomy wooden cart to a boss named Yang from Guangdong Province?"

When Baoyou said this, Zhang Yang remembered.

It was this treasure friend who gave me the title of leader of Xiling.

His name as the "first-generation machine" is indeed worthy of its name.

"What's wrong, is Boss Yang gone?" Zhang Yang guessed.

"That's not true, but his family's company, a group called Guiyuan, seems to have been hit by a thunderstorm."

Zhang Yang: "..."

That's even worse!

[The culprit has been found]

[Fan behavior, anchor pays the bill]

[Master Zhang, no one can really protect you this time]

"Friend Bao, don't take this kind of thing on yourself, we need to get rid of feudal superstition."

Zhang Yang encouraged Baoyou and said:

"Don't talk about the beads of the gloomy wooden cart. Even if you use someone else's coffin board as a bed board, you can still sleep soundly."

"Botou, I think so too." Baoyou agreed.

He took out a square pillow-shaped object and showed it in front of the camera.

The surface of the object has a clear wood texture.

"What's wrong with the quality of the picture on your mobile phone? Was it taken with a smart door lock?"

Zhang Yang stared at it for a long time, it was too blurry.

"This is the Ai Feng I just replaced. It seems like I can't focus. Let me hold it farther away and take a look."

Baoyou raised the angle of view and finally focused.

"Head, this is a wooden pillow."

"I know it's a pillow, but did you forget to mention the origin of this thing?"

"It's a dead person's pillow. How can you not know this?" Baoyou said confidently.

Xiling Rikishi is so fierce.

After listening to this, Zhang Yang felt no fluctuation in his heart at all.

He's used to it.

The item information shows that this is a golden nanmu pillow from the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

As for why it is in the tomb, it is up to this treasure friend to explain it himself.

Before Zhang Yang started asking, Baoyou couldn't wait any longer:

"Botou, can this pillow be made of beads?"

"What do you mean, now we have to use things used by dead people to carve beads?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

"That's not what I mean." Baoyou explained, "I feel like it's not feudal superstition. It's just something like this, but there's still some truth to it."

"I want to car pearls and give them to a few bosses, wishing them good health and all the best."

"I'll go, your idea is too dark."

Zhang Yang curled his lips and quickly changed the topic. He couldn't keep talking about this kind of thing.

"You'd better explain how it came from. This is made of golden nanmu. Anyone who can use it as a pillow is either rich or noble."

"Tell me, are the tombs of the Eastern Han Dynasty easy to dig?"

"Damn! Golden nanmu, then I made a profit!"

Baoyou laughed, and then there was the sound of metal colliding from his side.

It turned out that he had taken out a silver ingot.

"I didn't dig it, I exchanged it with my coworkers."

"I just took a silver ingot like this in exchange, so I shouldn't lose anything, right?"

[Golden nanmu is definitely not as valuable as silver]

[To be precise, I bought it with silver ingots, just like the ancients]

[This ingot of silver was enough to marry a concubine in ancient times. Why don’t you just buy a piece of wood? 】

"This is not a silver ingot, brother."

"The copper-nickel alloy contains a little lead. If you touch it too much, it won't grow."

"If you exchange this for it, I'll be at a huge loss!"

Zhang Yang pretended to sigh, this precious friend is not authentic.

"But I also bought this silver ingot from a fellow worker." Baoyou quickly explained: "If it is fake, it is a group product."

"Rumors are pure rumors. The group's silver ingots do not contain lead and are very environmentally friendly."

Zhang Yang took out a silver ingot produced by the group from under the table and showed it in front of the camera.

He had identified the item, and it was indeed different from the one in Baoyou's hand.

"You said it doesn't contain lead? Unless you lick it!" Baoyou questioned.

"Eh~ You're so perverted." Zhang Yang shook his head: "Let's talk about your golden nanmu pillow from the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"Because I feel like if you don't tell the truth, Pullman will call the police."

Baoyou was choked by Zhang Yang, remained silent for two seconds, and told the truth:

"I got this a few years ago when I was working on a construction site in Hunan Province."

"I have always kept it under the bed in my hometown. I took it out for the first time today."

"Do you still remember where you found it?" Zhang Yang asked.

Baoyou shook his head and said that he was doing a small job on the construction site at that time and would go wherever there was work.

"I envy you guys with poor memories." Zhang Yang said, rubbing his chin.

If what Baoyou said is true, the police found out after investigation that the source of this thing is indeed unknown.

That thing will most likely belong to him in the end. Even the Cultural Relics Bureau can only persuade him to hand it over.

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