Chapter 170 Legendary Story

"You mean, we have dug out a piece of Yuan blue and white porcelain worth 100 million yuan in just a short while?"

After digging around in the soil for so many years, the tomb robbers have handled at least 8,000 cultural relics, but they have never dug up a single piece of Yuan blue and white porcelain.

When "Guiguzi Goes Down the Mountain" was the hottest, they had dug up many Yuan and Ming tombs under the leadership of Xiang Baotou, hoping to make a fortune by following the trend.

In the end, they got nothing and lost several brothers.

Now that Zhang Yang said something so unfounded, of course they would not believe it.

"One hundred million?" Zhang Yang shook his head: "It's too small."

"Your vision is too small."

"Do you know Gao An? 19 pieces of Yuan blue and white porcelain were found in a cellar, and a Yuan blue and white porcelain museum was built directly. There might be more in your tomb!"

Zhang Yang wanted to keep this group of people here and chat for a while.

"Isn't it Gao An? Let me tell you, what came out of the construction site was not only Yuan blue and white porcelain, but also Longquan kiln, Jun kiln, and Cizhou kiln."

"My master was just a step late, otherwise they would have stolen it long ago."

Xiang Baotou said something beside him, and at the same time patted his subordinate's shoulder, indicating that it was time to disconnect the microphone.

The shorter the time, the safer.

"Damn, this is too stable!"

Zhang Yang looked at the other party's prompt to disconnect the microphone and gritted his teeth.

He has been live-streaming treasure appraisal for several months, and he has never seen such a steady tomb robber.

He originally wanted to analyze to the other party how authentic the Sumaliqing on the porcelain is and how exquisite the patterns are.

"I don't believe it, can you hold it?"

Zhang Yang chatted with the barrage for two minutes, and sure enough, the other party came to connect to the microphone again.

"Next time for this kind of thing, I should set a threshold of 100 yuan for connecting to the microphone, and reasonably grab them."

Zhang Yang was thinking about it in his heart, and his attention was already on the screen.

This time, the tomb robbers brought out a few more blue and white wine cups from the tomb. Judging from the patterns alone, they are obviously the same set as the wine pot just now.

"Come on, Master Zhang, explain why these wine cups have Manchu characters written on them?"

The tomb robber asked in a questioning tone, trying to infer that the wine pot just now was not Yuan blue and white porcelain through these porcelain cups that were obviously from the Qing Dynasty.

"It's okay if you think it's from the Qing Dynasty." Zhang Yang nodded indifferently: "Private chat with me after you go down, I'll take this set."

"Yongzheng blue and white wine pot four-piece set, folk kiln, good quality, I'll give 3,500."

[I'll give 4,000]

[I'll give 5,000]

[Are you selling wheelchairs here? No one cares if the things are real Yuan blue and white porcelain? ]

[How can the things from the tomb be fake? The anchor's tone has changed]

[Those who say the things are real Yuan blue and white porcelain, your IQ is suitable for tomb robbing]

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, the video was silent.

When the fifteen seconds were almost up, the other party asked:

"Do you dare to buy things from tomb robbers?"

"Are tomb robbers rare? I know a few of them myself."

Zhang Yang picked up his phone from the table. On it was a photo he had prepared with Mao Shiqi, with his own head blurred.

This was taken by Mao Tugong, who said that if he ran into Xiang Baotou, he could take out this photo to prove that Zhang Yang was "one of them."

"Really?"

The tomb robber Lao Shiyi didn't believe Zhang Yang's words and took the initiative to ask for the camera to zoom in.

When he saw Mao Shiqi's face clearly, he was stunned.

"Baotou, come and see, is this Shiqi?"

"Huh?" Xiang Baotou walked over from the side of the robbery hole with a puzzled look on his face.

When he saw the photo Zhang Yang showed, he was also stunned.

"It's really him. He's thinner than when we first met him." Xiang Baotou muttered to himself, and looked at Zhang Yang at the same time: "When did you meet?"

"It's been a while~"

Zhang Yang showed a dazed expression, as if recalling the past.

In fact, it was based on Mao Shiqi's personal experience, and was quickly added.

"This is an epic story involving love, family, friendship, ethics, redemption, punishment, crime, society, history... and other factors. I usually call it "Mao Shiqi's Past."

"At that time, Xiao Mao was still a small worker on the construction site in front of our pawnshop, and I was just an ordinary teller."

"Once, he carried a dirty jar and walked into the pawnshop in a panic, and told me that his relatives in his hometown sent an antique and wanted to see if he could pawn it for some money."

"I took the jar and saw that half of it was blood-red liquid, and there was a white severed finger floating on the surface of the liquid..."

[Fuck, so heavy]

[Legendary story? My youth is back]

[Why did a 90-year-old woman come back to life, why did hundreds of sows scream in the middle of the night, who is the mastermind behind this]

[I hope this story doesn't end badly]

Zhang Yang mixed all kinds of things such as "Zhang Zhen Tells Ghost Stories", "Lao Liang's Story Collection", "Legendary Stories", etc., combined with Mao Shiqi's experience, and told it for seven or eight minutes.

This kind of story highlights a person who has a thousand twists and turns, that is, a person who has a last burst of light. After hearing the beginning of the story, he will insist on listening to the end before dying.

Several tomb robbers who usually have nothing to do were of course attracted.

Thinking that the Internet police were tracking him at this moment, Zhang Yang didn't dare to rest for a breath.

After he finished speaking, his throat was almost smoking.

"Is that the end? It's too short." Lao Si asked Zhang Yang with a look of lingering desire: "But I didn't expect Lao Shiqi to have experienced such a legendary story."

"When he said that, I remembered that when Brother Shiqi walked towards the police with a bronze ware in one hand and said, 'Who is the police? I want to surrender', his back was really domineering." Forty-five recalled on the side.

"What do you mean domineering? Look at your lustful look, you really look like a woman."

"If you hadn't touched Brother Shiqi in the middle of the night, I don't think he would have surrendered."

"..."

The tomb robbers talked to each other, and Zhang Yang was more and more shocked.

They were all men, so how could he hear their love and hatred with Mao Shiqi?

"Okay, stop arguing."

The head of the group yelled, and the others immediately fell silent.

"Master Zhang, I'll ask you one last time, is this your ancestral tomb?"

"No." Zhang Yang answered in a hoarse voice: "So don't dig blindly, you've dug the wrong one!"

"That won't work. We believe in your vision. Since you said this is Yuan blue and white porcelain, we must dig it to the bottom."

Xiang Baotou didn't completely believe what Zhang Yang said, but because he took out a photo with Mao Shiqi, his attitude changed somewhat.

After all, Mao Shiqi was in prison to take the blame for their brothers. It's not appropriate to bully their friends at this time.

"Okay, in a few days, we will send your share to you."

Before leaving, Xiang Baotou left such a sentence, which was a small threat and inducement.

He didn't realize how many people were watching Zhang Yang's live broadcast room...

At this time, in the Linhai Public Security Bureau, the Internet police responsible for tracking IP addresses were typing on their keyboards.

"This group of people is too cautious. They used two layers of private VPN. Fortunately, they used the same software when they were connected."

"Captain, we found the place!"

Captain Sun was supervising the battle nearby. When he heard this, his face was nervous and excited.

The more complicated the means used by the suspects, the more they can find the other party's address, and the more capable their Internet police team will be.

After reading the address, Captain Sun quickly asked the police to send the location to Captain Liu and his team who had already set out in advance.

"Captain, should we also summon this Master Zhang? He looks like an accomplice of the tomb robber." The new Internet police asked Captain Sun.

"You make sense." Captain Sun nodded: "But I will talk about it after the case is solved and I prepare the certificate."