"Hahaha, teacher, are you afraid too?" On the other end of the video, the bald man said with a smile.

It could be heard that he was really not panicking.

"I'm afraid. If I go in, who will appraise the treasures for my brothers?"

[It’s okay, we can identify it ourselves]

[Teacher Zixuan next door can also learn]

[It’s hard to find a treasure, but it’s also hard for treasure appraisers to find it]

"Look, the barrage said so. How about the teacher go to the bureau to collect information?"

"No, no, no, brother, just hang up if you have nothing to do. I'm very busy here."

Zhang Yang is really afraid that some fun-loving people will cause trouble, and if he just does some work in the underworld, the live broadcast room will be gone.

"Okay, goodbye teacher."

With his bald head and no ink stains, he immediately hung up on Lian Mai, but it looked more like he was in a hurry to surrender.

Another cultural relic was identified, but this time the person who came to identify it was very normal and sunny.

The audience unconsciously thought of the person who appraised Tang Cai before.

Someone immediately asked in the barrage:

[Master Zhang, have Tang Cai’s people arrested him?]

[Yes, where is the progress of Tang Cai’s case?]

"Brothers, don't worry, this kind of thing doesn't happen so quickly."

[The efficiency is too low. If it’s too late, the cultural relic dealers will have to transport the things out]

[Yeah, it’s too slow. Where can I complain?]

[Report the live broadcast room, so the anchor will be anxious]

The barrage was filled with excitement for a while.

At this time, in the live broadcast room, an account called [Linhai Internet Police # 008] suddenly posted this barrage:

[The suspected Nanzhi Temple Tang Cai theft case is under investigation. The police will report the progress of the case as soon as possible. Please wait patiently]

The Internet police spoke and everyone stopped?

On the contrary, the barrage in the live broadcast room went completely crazy.

Someone copied the Internet police’s barrage and kept posting it.

Others are posting: [Here comes the note! 】

[Are there really police in the live broadcast room? 】

【The wind is blowing tightly】

Some people use the Aite Internet Police account to harass them without fear of death.

"Brothers, calm down. If you post comments like this again, the live broadcast room will be destroyed." Zhang Yang quickly came out to control the situation.

"Don't act like you've never seen the world before. What do Aite's cyber police do? They still have to work."

"Come on, director, hurry up and call the next audience member while the live broadcast room is still there."

While Zhang Yang was appraising a hundred and eighty piece of small jewelry, in the office of Linhai City Internet Police Detachment, detachment leader Sun Fanglai was repeatedly watching Zhang Yang's live video.

At this time, a young policeman came over and reported the situation to Sun Fanglai: "Captain, we have notified Team Liu of the criminal investigation team about this case."

Sun Fanglai nodded, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and said tiredly: "Okay, record this information again."

"This is [Xiangbei Wu Yanzu], male, 30-40 years old."

"His comm number was not registered with his ID card, but he may be related to the account owner..."

"He is about 1.6 to 1.7 meters tall, slightly fat, and has a bald head..."

"He speaks with a strong Xiangbei accent. Judging from the IP address, he should be from Xiangbei..."

"His background when appraising treasures should be in a mahjong parlor, and it was a mahjong parlor facing the street..."

After Captain Sun heard that Zhang Yang's live broadcast room was shipping, he immediately came to record the live broadcast and analyze it bit by bit.

He told the policeman next to him in detail what he had just analyzed.

This information, plus the results of the investigation of [Northern Hunan Wu Yanzu] comma by others in the team, will be put together and handed over to the Criminal Investigation Detachment. As for how they investigate, it is not the responsibility of the Internet Police.

"Captain, there's been a lot going on in Zhang Yang's live broadcast room recently!" The policeman on the side muttered: "We have never encountered this kind of cultural relic case before."

"That's because I didn't pay much attention to it before. Didn't I tell you a few days ago that the red-headed document came down from above and asked us to focus on this type of cultural relics case." Captain Sun and the young man beside him explained.

"Then why is it such a coincidence that they are all in this live broadcast room called Zhang Yang?"

"I don't know about this either." Captain Sun shook his head, then stood up and shouted to another policeman in the distance: "Li Luyao, have you sent the publicity materials you asked me to compile before to Captain Liu and the others? "

"It was sent yesterday, but there doesn't seem to be any useful information in it."

"Just send him a message. As for what this person does and why so many local masters (grave robbers) came to him, leave it to Captain Liu and the others to deal with the headache. We will assist in the investigation."

Captain Sun lay on the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Captain, someone here reported Zhang Yang's live broadcast room, saying that there was illegal trading of cultural relics in the live broadcast room."

"What cultural relics?"

"Say it's Tang Cai."

"Oh, that's still Nanzhi Temple's matter. By the way, go find Team Liu personally and ask how the Tang Cai case is progressing. Otherwise, I don't know how many more reports like this will be received."

Zhang Yang didn't know that the live broadcast room had been reported. At this time, he was earnestly persuading an uncle from the "National Treasure Gang".

At first glance, the things the uncle took out were all handicrafts, but he hid them as if they were national treasures.

Zhang Yang can conclude that they are all fake without looking at the item information.

But this old man was stubborn and had to ask questions one by one.

"Uncle, this is a modern imitation of Yongle. It should not be older than you."

"Why?" the uncle asked.

"Your base is wrong. You can go check out the Yongle bottles at auction online. There are no bottle bases like yours. They have been passed down for hundreds of years and will not be so dry..."

The uncle nodded and took out another soup bowl.

[This thing is fake at first glance]

[Here I go, this bowl is quite beautiful]

"The two items below are written as "made by the Yongzheng Emperor. If you see this kind of item in the future, don't buy it, sir."

"But I have searched for this kind of money on the Internet?" The uncle continued to ask.

"Indeed, there are, but they are basically enamel-colored national treasures, not as fancy as yours..."

[Would Yongzheng make such fancy things? 】

[Yongzheng’s porcelain is relatively simple and elegant, but this one is too fancy]

[Yongzheng was too plain, and Qianlong started to paint in the farmhouse style after he had enough]

The uncle nodded and took out a black wine bowl.

"This bowl is imitated from the Cizhou kiln of the Song Dynasty."

"Uncle, look at the bottom of the bowl. Is it the same as that of the bottle? It's very dry. Normally, if a bowl is used for a period of time, the bottom will be very slippery."

"Maybe it hasn't been used since it was made?" the uncle asked.

"Uncle, Cizhou kiln is a folk kiln that ordinary people can afford. In Water Margin, people drink from drinking bowls like this. After drinking, you smash it on the ground. Brothers, do it!"

[Hahaha, the anchor has also acted in Water Margin]

[Understood, this is Shi Qian’s live broadcast room]

"So this is also fake?"

Maybe it was because what Zhang Yang said was too fancy and the uncle didn’t understand.

"Fake, uncle, five yuan each."

"I bought this for six hundred." The uncle's tone was a bit sour.

"Six hundred...Master, where did you buy this?"

"It's just funny. I don't understand it either. I thought they were quite rare about these things, so I bought them."

[You couldn’t have bought it in this live broadcast room, right?]

[It’s really harmful]

[It should be bought as a handicraft, this price is not sold as an antique]

"Uncle, this price is wrong. For a few hundred yuan, you can only buy plates or bowls from modern times or the late Qing Dynasty, and they are not good-looking."

"If it's a little nicer, it'll cost one or two thousand."

"You are still buying on Douyin. Uncle, the videos found on the Internet are all fake. Don't believe them."

At this time, Master Qiu, who was far away in Jinmen, suddenly sneezed twice in a row.

He touched his nose and murmured in his mind: Did he catch a cold yesterday when he was filming the leak-picking video?

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