Chapter 164 Thank You, Husband

"Teacher, do you want the golden nanmu beads?"

"Wait until I get the beads, and I'll send you one too?"

The treasurer looks like a polite person. If he hadn't told Zhang Yang that the golden nanmu was used by a dead person, he would have been even more polite.

"Thank you for your kindness, brother. Although I have a strong yang energy, I can't afford this thing."

"The Eastern Han Dynasty was really too fierce."

"If you wear it yourself, it's best to ask for a statue of Zhong Kui to put at home." Zhang Yang said very sincerely.

After sending off this treasurer who has a special hobby of beads, the IP of the next treasure holder shows that he is in England.

As soon as the treasurer came up, he showed everyone a dragon robe hanging in the window.

[Is this in a museum?]

[Hurry up and steal it back, and put on the yellow robe]

[Five claws represent a dragon, this should be a real dragon robe]

"Baoyou, you won't tell me that this is your ancestral dragon robe, right?"

Zhang Yang looked at the bright yellow dragon robe in the video, with three dragons on the front, one on each shoulder, round collar, large lapel on the right, and "Twelve Chapters" pattern, which basically meets the characteristics of the dragon robe of the Qing Dynasty.

"Of course it's not ancestral."

"Actually, I traveled through time. I was originally Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty. This is what I wore before."

Baoyou spoke in a serious tone, but the content of his words was very abstract.

Zhang Yang nodded heavily:

"Yes, yes, Emperor Yongzheng, wearing Daoguang's dragon robe, this is not the first time you travel through time!"

"How long have you had this symptom? Do your family members know?"

"Ah? Is this Daoguang's?" Baoyou was surprised by what Zhang Yang said.

He immediately pointed the camera at the label under the window.

The label reads "Qing Dynasty; Yongzheng Dragon Robe; Price: 50,000 pounds" in English.

"Is the date wrong, or did you misread it?"

"Are you in an antique shop in the UK?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No, this is a small exchange of traditional clothing collections."

Baoyou showed everyone in front of the screen the environment around him, which was a bit like being in a gallery, with large and small windows on the wall, hanging all kinds of clothing.

There was even knight's armor in the distance.

The ones near this dragon robe are all traditional Chinese clothing.

"Teacher, I want to buy a dragon robe and try it on to see if I can find the lost memory."

Baoyou's words are logically self-consistent, and very scientific.

"Then I suggest you buy a few more and try each emperor of the Qing Dynasty." Zhang Yang enthusiastically helped to give advice: "If there is no reaction, keep going forward and try the Ming Dynasty."

"Is that so..." Baoyou seemed to fall into a short thought, and then pointed to the dragon robe hanging in front of him and asked: "Is it a big loss to buy this one for 50,000 pounds?"

[This is a good question. If you know you will lose money, you can still save it]

[Dragon robes are all in short supply]

[Authentic ones will definitely not lose money]

[50,000 pounds, less than 500,000, it's cheap]

"Not much loss, only half." Zhang Yang gave the answer based on the auction prices in recent years.

"But." He changed the subject: "If you can remember where the treasures were hidden when Huang Taiji entered the pass, what is this little money?"

"Isn't this Daoguang's dragon robe? Even if Huang Taiji and Dorgon hid the treasure, he shouldn't remember it."

"That's okay, Mu Ling knows it, right?"

"It's the imperial tomb of Emperor Daoguang, and it hasn't been stolen yet. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Teacher, when you say that, I'm a little tempted." Baoyou nodded: "How about this, I'll pay half, and you'll also pay half, and when we get the treasure, we'll split it 60% to 40%."

"Hmm?"

Zhang Yang looked up at the top of his head, stretched out his hands and waved them randomly in the air twice, as if blocking something.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, just now, your abacus beads almost broke on my face."

It's okay for Qin Shihuang to pay money, but is Emperor Daoguang worthy of it?

"You don't know the goods!" Baoyou sighed with some regret.

"Then I can only buy something cheaper. Teacher, take a look at this one."

In the next shot, Baoyou gave a dragon robe priced at 20,000 pounds.

Just looking at the craftsmanship, you can tell that it is much cheaper than the authentic Daoguang dragon robe just now.

The label given by the store said that this is a "nine-claw dragon robe from the late Qing Dynasty", and even the specific year could not be given, so it only costs 10,000 pounds.

Zhang Yang looked at it intently:

"..."

"Production time: 1918"

"Detailed information: A common costume in modern folk opera troupes, with rough craftsmanship and certain historical value"

"Teacher, can I buy this? I think the size is quite suitable for me."

"You can buy it, and you may get extra income after buying it."

"What income?" Baoyou asked puzzledly.

"The audience's reward."

"When this costume is popular, you wear it and walk around the street. All kinds of rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves will hit you. It's enough for you to cook several dishes."

[I understand, this is modern]

[It's not as exaggerated as the teacher said. In modern times, there are still people who are afraid of the emperor]

[What are you afraid of? Haven't you heard of expelling the Tartars and restoring China? ]

Zhang Yang's words made Baoyou fall into deep thought.

His history was taught by a physical education teacher, and he couldn't figure out what Zhang Yang meant.

It was only after seeing the prompts in the barrage that he realized:

"This is a modern costume?"

"How fresh! The emperor is more or less a person who preys on the people. How can he wear such a crude thing?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Then I'd better go back and buy the one that costs 50,000 euros."

"Emperor Daoguang, not bad, also had 23 concubines!" Baoyou muttered.

"Awesome, you thought of this."

Zhang Yang praised Baoyou's targeted historical knowledge. It turns out that some people want to be emperor just to open a harem?

[Teacher, can I buy the dragon robe of the Qing Dynasty for 150,000? ]

After disconnecting the microphone, Zhang Yang suddenly heard the voice of a cousin from Guangxi Province, which sounded a bit like AI synthesis.

"Who is talking?"

"Boss, this is the voice barrage sent by the audience for 30 yuan." Xu Jie explained in a low voice in the headset.

During the days in Neon, Douyin's live broadcast room launched the eye-catching message function of the small broken station.

This way everyone will be happier to consume.

"It's cousin Yiming who knows how to cut leeks!"

Zhang Yang felt relieved when he thought that he had earned 15 yuan.

Since people had paid to leave messages, he quickly answered the questions:

"My dear, the dragon robes of the Qing Dynasty also depend on the age. The one sold by Puyi himself and the one dug out from the tomb must not be the same price."

"You said 150,000 yuan. It was probably from the late Qing Dynasty. The price is a bit high. About 100,000 yuan is acceptable."

"If it is from Qianlong and before, and the item is authentic, then it's a no-brainer to pick up a bargain!"

[Thank you, husband]

My dear sent another voice message, and this time the voice was changed to a lolita female voice.

"Stop!" Zhang Yang made a stop gesture: "You can send voice comments to ask me questions, but you don't need to thank me."

"You would rather spend 30 yuan to send comments than spend a dime to connect with me. I can already feel your sincerity."