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Changsha City, Yuhua District.

[Xiangbei Wu Yanzu] Standing in the parking lot not far from the police station, he had been hesitating for half an hour.

His surname is Hao, and he is the owner of a small local restaurant. Because he is the sixth child in his family, people around him call him "Hao Laoliu".

After Hao Laoliu hung up Zhang Yang's Lian Mai, he immediately took his bronze mirror and drove his clanking Santana 2000 to the door of the district police station.

He just got out of the car and when he entered the door, he muttered in his heart:

"If you go in like this, you won't be able to tell clearly!"

"I've never heard of the police station handling cultural relics cases. They won't arrest me as a tomb robber, right?"

Except when applying for an ID card, this was the first time Hao Laoliu came to the police station on his own initiative.

He muttered in his heart and his legs became weak. It was only ten meters away from the police station. He was walking back and forth in a daze, but he couldn't move.

At first, the policeman on duty at the police station thought that the bald man holding a black briefcase not far from the door was waiting for someone, so he didn't pay much attention.

It turns out that a long time has passed, but the bald head is still there, and he still occasionally glances at the police station.

Even the grocery shopping lady who was passing by saw something wrong with this move, and Officer Zeng on duty certainly couldn't help but notice it.

He walked out of the door on his own initiative and asked Hao Laoliu what he was doing here.

"Master Zhang of Douyin asked me to hand over a cultural relic."

At the critical moment, Hao Laoliu still lived up to his nickname - what a good Laoliu.

However, Officer Zeng didn't seem to be interested in Master Zhang. Instead, he was very wary of the word "cultural relics."

After all, there is the nationally famous Mawangdui Han Tomb in the next district.

He subconsciously thought that similar tombs had appeared in his jurisdiction.

"Where is the thing?"

"Here." Hao Laoliu pointed to the briefcase, opened it, and showed Officer Zeng half of the bronze mirror.

"Bronze!" Officer Zeng's eyes widened.

This was incredible, so he quickly motioned to Hao Laoliu to go to the police station and discuss it in detail.

"Let's go, talk as we go."

"Did you just dig this up?"

"It's not mine, it belongs to a friend of mine."

Afraid that the police would not believe him, Hao Laoliu emphasized: "They are really friends, not myself."

"Oh, where did your friend dig it up?"

"I don't know, maybe he picked it up where, but we definitely didn't buy or sell this thing." Hao Laoliu explained: "I'm here to hand it over."

"Well, sure. So what Master Zhang did you just talk about? And what's going on?"

Officer Zeng took out a pen and paper and started taking notes.

"It all started when I was playing Douyin that day and saw a promotional video..."

Hao Laoliu told the story of treasure appraisal in detail...

"Master Zhang, you said this is a first-class national cultural relic?" Officer Zeng said, pointing to the briefcase on the table.

"Yes!" Hao Laoliu nodded: "Master Zhang is the official treasure appraisal expert of Douyin. His live broadcast room has a V-certification. You can find out if you search for Master Zhang's treasure appraisal."

"Okay." Officer Zeng truthfully recorded the relevant information and continued to ask: "Where is your friend from and do you have his contact information? Since you are not the owner, you may need to contact him later to cooperate with the investigation."

"Oh, his name is Mao Yang...he is from Guizhou..." Hao Laoliu sold his "friend" without reservation.

"..."

After one hour.

"Okay, I already understand the basic situation. Thank you for cooperating with my work."

Officer Zeng stood up and shook Hao Laoliu's hand.

"Oh, okay." Hao Laoliu replied in a daze.

Before leaving the house, he suddenly remembered something very important: "Comrade police officer, Master Zhang said that if you turn in cultural relics, you will get a bonus and a banner. Is it true?"

"This, if it is authenticated by the cultural relics department and it is indeed a cultural relic, you will be given spiritual encouragement or material rewards, don't worry."

"Hehe, that's good..."

Hao Laoliu walked out of the police station door happily.

When he got back to the car, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he opened Zhang Yang's live broadcast room first and started to comment on the comments:

[Master, I have handed in my things]

[Let’s share some of the bonus with you in advance]

[Wu Yanzu of Northern Hunan gave the anchor Rainbow Ferris Wheel X1 as a gift, and the fan level was raised to LV4]

Zhang Yang had just finished identifying the Yuan Datou in front of him and was ready to start broadcasting. Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected gain.

"Thank you Brother Wu Yanzu for the gift."

"Why did you get out so quickly? Didn't you talk to the officer more inside?"

[I came out and recorded the information. The bronze mirror has been handed in]

"Okay, you move really fast." Zhang Yang gave a thumbs up to the camera.

"Brother, with the speed of your work, I want to send you a banner."

Many viewers in the live broadcast room watched Hao Laoliu come to appraise treasures, and saw him come to buy gifts at this time.

Many people chatted with him.

[Azu, have you come into the station to drink tea?]

[The bonus arrived so soon? 】

[Did you sell the friend who sold you the bronze mirror? 】

"Yes, brother, what did the man who sold you the bronze mirror say?"

Zhang Yang is quite concerned about this issue. Even if that person is not a tomb robber, there is a high probability that he is inextricably linked to the intruder.

Wu Yanzu from Northern Hunan: [I don’t know either, let’s watch the police investigation]

[As an ordinary friend, that person is an antique dealer]

Classic ordinary friends!

Of course Zhang Yang didn't believe this statement. Even if he was really a cultural relic dealer, he wouldn't be able to sell it to a so-called ordinary friend.

I don’t know the basics, but I can’t even take out such a ten-year-old sewing machine.

But this has nothing to do with a treasure appraisal anchor.

Zhang Yang said a few words casually and then went off the air.

At the front desk of the company, there is a young lady waiting for him to have supper!

…

"Sister Lihua, what is the background of Zhang Yang?"

On the sofa at the company's front desk, a female late-night radio anchor whose stage name is Xiao Mi Ya is holding Xiao Lihua's arm, asking about the person she's waiting to eat supper with next.

Her appearance is very popular on the Internet, with oval face, big eyes, high nose bridge, and small cherry mouth. Compared with Xiaolihua, she has a more technological sense.

However, her advantage lies in her natural slim figure, with bulging front and back, and she also walks the line of a mature woman.

Xiaolihua asked her to accompany her. Of course, she found Zhang Yang's potential orientation from Sister Gao and found her specially.

"What? You don't even let go of your twenty-year-old little brother? Big sister?" Xiao Lihua covered her mouth and laughed.

"Ah, I'm only eighteen years old. After all, I'm the younger sister."

"Yes, yes, I am eighteen years old and I can't hold it with both hands..."

Little Lihua smiled and stretched out her hand...

While the two girls were playing on the sofa, Zhang Yang had already walked out with his schoolbag on his back.

When he saw the girl next to Xiaolihua, he understood immediately.

"So big..."

"Sister Gao really talks about everything..."

"It seems that we can no longer be blindly curious..."

"Ahem!" He coughed twice.

After the two girls heard this, it only took half a second to return to their ladylike states.

"Ah, classmate Zhang Yang, you're off the air!" Xiao Lihua said in greeting: "Excuse me, this is the Xiaomi Ya I told you about before."

"Hello." Zhang Yang waved his hand as a greeting, then turned around and asked, "Sister Lihua, where is the eldest brother?"

Zhang Yang was asking about Chen Yanguang, the rich second generation.

He also didn't expect that the person buying his pastel porcelain in the afternoon would be the big brother he met on the road.

What he didn't expect was that the eldest brother on the list would treat him to a midnight snack tonight.

"You don't want to negotiate a return, do you?" Zhang Yang was a little worried.