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Hearing that Zhang Yang was going to volunteer for a treasure hunt program, Director Jin smiled happily for no apparent reason and said to Zhang Yang:

"Go ahead, I've asked them to change the title of the live broadcast room to "I'm going to record the show, see you the day after tomorrow."

"You are a volunteer and you are close to the water. Remember to take a photo with each of the appraisal experts. It will be a good publicity material."

"Then I still have to come to the company to put on makeup?"

"No, no, no, the details on the face can be edited."

Zhang Yang felt mixed after hearing this, but because Director Jin was happy to grant the leave, he agreed to give it a try.

Actually, I can’t try it at all.

He was assigned to the "Pedestrian Guidance Group". The task of the group was to guide people who came to appraise treasures on the way from the school gate to the activity venue.

To be more specific, Zhang Yang is giving directions at the school gate.

Pure hard work.

Wearing ice sleeves and a straw hat, even if the cameraman catches him and appears on TV, others won't be able to recognize him.

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At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, the TV station staff put up the "Treasure Hunting, Entering Linhai" poster, and Zhang Yang began his day's volunteer activities.

"Young man, TV station is looking for treasures, which way should we go?..."

"Hey! Can my car drive in?..."

"I'm not here to appraise treasures, I'm here to find someone..."

"Brother, do you think this thing of mine is beautiful? This is a national treasure!..."

There were all kinds of people asking for directions, and many of them were familiar and took the initiative to chat with Zhang Yang.

Normally, Zhang Yang would do video appraisals of treasures, and his treasure friends would rarely show their faces. Today, he saw so many treasure appraisers at once, and he had learned a lot.

Who says antique dealers are all elderly?

At least among the people Zhang Yang saw, the young people and the middle-aged and old people were about equally divided.

But it is true that older people are easily deceived.

Several treasure friends who are suspected of being part of the "National Treasure Gang" are retired old people.

"The private collectors in Linhai are not good enough!"

Zhang Yang looked at the school gate for a long time and came to this preliminary conclusion.

Authentic items are rare, and most are modern imitations.

Looking for a needle in a haystack, the few real things I fished out were all from the late Ming and Qing dynasties and were not worth much.

Of course, there is a high possibility that the owner of the truly valuable thing will not let others see it easily.

After standing there all day, there was nothing to cheer people up. By the afternoon, there was no one even asking for directions.

Zhang Yang could only sit on the steps next to the guard room and play with his mobile phone.

When the phone's battery was about to run out, someone suddenly touched Zhang Yang's arm from the side.

Looking up, a dark-faced old man wearing a yellow vest used at construction sites was looking at Zhang Yang with a grin.

"Brother, are you an antique collector?" the old man asked with a smile.

"antique?"

The old man's words triggered Zhang Yang's keyword.

Some people appear to be volunteers, but in fact they are treasure appraisers.

Moreover, this master also wanted to pick up the slack.

Zhang Yang looked around and found that there was no one else, so he asked in a low voice:

"Where is the thing? Let me see?"

"it's here."

The old man took out a wad of scrap newspapers from the rice bag he was carrying. The newspaper was completely opened, and wrapped in the middle was a bell the size of a fist that was covered with patina.

"A bell for livestock!" the old man explained: "It can still ring!"

He said that he was going to shake it.

Zhang Yang quickly stretched out his hand to stop the other party.

"Name: Bell"

"Material: copper, tin, zinc"

"Production date: 1399"

"Detailed information: Bronze bells were common in ancient times and were usually hung on horses' necks. There is a lot of patina on the surface of the object, and part of the patina has just fallen off. It is suspected that it was just unearthed."

1399, this year, is very familiar to Zhang Yang who studies history, because this year there was the famous "Battle of Jingnan".

What the old man took out turned out to be a bronze from the Ming Dynasty!

The value of the things may not be very high, but the way the other person is dressed basically tells Zhang Yang clearly:

This bell was just dug out from the construction site!

That means that there is probably a tomb behind it, and there is...

"Uncle, this thing was just dug out, right?"

Zhang Yang went straight in, observing the other party's expression at the same time.

The old man was very magnanimous and nodded twice: "Yes, it was dug out by the excavator on the construction site a few days ago."

"I think the grave may have been dug because there are still broken bones in it, but it seems like this is the only valuable thing."

The grave has been dug! And there are bones!

Zhang Yang was shocked by the other party's words.

Not that it was rare to dig out a tomb, but he was surprised that the other party knew it was a tomb and wanted to sell the bronzes in the tomb. How brave was he?

"Uncle, look over there."

Zhang Yang pointed to the camera at the door of the guard room: "That camera has captured both of us. It's useless if you run now."

"Fuck!"

The uncle looked up and realized that what Zhang Yang said was true.

He cursed, didn't want the rice bag or the copper bell, turned around and wanted to run away.

But Zhang Yang directly grabbed his vest.

"If you run again, I'll call security!"

After hearing Zhang Yang's words, the uncle finally calmed down, turned his head, and looked Zhang Yang up and down.

After a long while, he asked suspiciously:

"Are you an antique collector?"

"No, I study antiques."

Zhang Yang said with a smile, taking off his straw hat, revealing his delicate face.

"I'm a college student at Linhai University, not a police officer. You don't need to panic."

His appearance is that of a jade-faced scholar, very convincing.

"Oh, it's a student! It scared me to death."

The uncle patted his chest and wiped the sweat from his head. Maybe he felt it was not enough, so he took the straw hat from Zhang Yang's hand in a familiar manner and fanned himself twice.

"You are a college student, so you can tell, is this thing valuable?"

"It's not valuable." Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "This is a horse bell. Although it is a bit old, who would spend money to buy a horse bell?"

"Ah? Real or fake?" The old man didn't really believe it.

Zhang Yang had no time to discuss value with him, but asked directly:

"Why didn't you report the graves you dug at your construction site?"

"As expected, he is a college student and knows quite a lot." The old man gave Zhang Yang a thumbs up: "But as soon as I heard it, I knew you were inflexible."

"You can submit the report two days late. You can report it after selling the things!"

"Otherwise, once the archaeologists arrive, the construction site will stop. Where will we get the money?"

The old man has been at the construction site for so many years, and this is not the first time he has seen shipments. He has his own way of doing things.

"No wonder..." Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Now, should I call the police directly, or should you go to the police station yourself?"

"Ah? Isn't it?" The old man didn't believe what Zhang Yang said: "What good will it do to you to call the police? At worst, I will give you five yuan, and you will pretend you have never seen me."

Five dollars... really generous...

"It's not about money. I want to call the police because there may be more things hidden in the grave you dug."

"No more, it's just a copper bell, and you still say it's worthless."

The old man's tone was a little depressed, and he didn't seem to be lying.

Zhang Yang listened to the archeology and naturally did not think like the old man. He explained:

"You are digging with an excavator. For archeology, you use a small brush like a barbecue to apply oil, little by little... Look, I can tell at a glance that yours is an old thing, and it is dug into the soil. from."

"Do you think I understand?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

"Okay, I'll send you to the police station to report the crime. If you run away, wait until I call the police and the police find you again, then the matter will be serious!"

"What will happen?"

"You'll go to jail!"

"Ah? Okay then." The old man sighed and muttered: What bad luck!

Unlucky?

Zhang Yang looked at the other party and shook his head in his heart.

The other party's method of selling things is just a recipe for disaster!

Brothers, can you give me some votes? I want to rush down the new book list. Kowtow to the brothers!