N-M Chapter 164 Thank you husband
Chapter 164 Thank you husband
"Teacher, do you want the golden nanmu beads?"
"When my car comes out, will I send you a bunch too?"
Baoyou seemed like a polite person. It would have been more polite if he hadn't told Zhang Yang that this piece of golden nanmu was used by dead people.
"Thank you for your love, brother. Even though I have a lot of yang energy, I can't bear it."
"The Eastern Han Dynasty was really a bit too fierce."
"If you want to wear it yourself, it's best to have a statue of Zhong Kui placed at home." Zhang Yang said very sincerely.
Send away this treasure friend who has a special hobby for car beads. The IP of the next treasure holder shows that he is in England.
As soon as Baoyou came up, he showed everyone a dragon robe hanging in the window.
[Is this in a museum?]
[Hurry up and steal it back, and wear a yellow robe directly]
[The five claws are dragons, this should be a real dragon robe]
"Friend Bao, 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. It has three dragons on the front, one on each shoulder, a round collar, a large placket with a "twelve chapters" pattern, which basically conforms to the characteristics of the Qing Dynasty dragon robe.
"Of course it's not ancestral."
"Actually, I traveled through time. I was originally Emperor Yongzheng of the Qing Dynasty. These are the clothes I used to wear."
Baoyou's tone of voice was very serious, but the content of his words was very abstract.
Zhang Yang nodded heavily:
"Yes, yes, Emperor Yongzheng, wearing Daoguang's dragon robe, isn't this your first time traveling through time?"
"How long have your symptoms lasted? Does your family know?"
"Ah? Is this Daoguang's?" Baoyou was surprised by what Zhang Yang said.
He immediately focused his camera on the label under the window.
The label reads in English "Qing Dynasty; Yongzheng Dragon Robe; Priced at £50,000".
"The chronology is wrong, or did you read it wrong, teacher?"
"Are you in an antique store in the UK?" Zhang Yang asked.
"No, this is a small exchange meeting for traditional costume collections."
Baoyou showed everyone in front of the screen his surroundings. It was a bit like being in a gallery, with all kinds of clothing hanging in large and small windows on the wall.
There was even a knight's armor in the distance.
Those around this dragon robe are all traditional Chinese costumes.
"Teacher, I want to buy a dragon robe and try it on to see if I can find any lost memories."
Baoyou's words are logically self-consistent and very scientific.
"Then I suggest you buy a few more pieces and try them from every emperor in the Qing Dynasty." Zhang Yang enthusiastically helped with ideas: "If there is no response, go ahead and try the ones from the Ming Dynasty."
"Is that so..." Baoyou seemed to have fallen into a brief thought, and then pointed to the dragon robe hanging in front of him and asked: "I bought this for 50,000 pounds, did I lose a lot?"
[This is a good question. If you know you will lose money, you can still save money]
[Dragon robes are all valuable but not marketable]
[The genuine product is definitely worth it]
[Fifty thousand pounds, less than half a million, so cheap]
"The loss is not much, just half." Zhang Yang gave the answer based on the auction prices in recent years.
"But." He changed the topic: "If you can remember where the treasures were hidden when Huang Taiji entered the customs, 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, right?"
"It's the imperial mausoleum of Emperor Daoguang. It hasn't been stolen yet. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Teacher, when you say this, I'm a little moved." Baoyou nodded: "Let's do it this way, I will contribute half, and you, teacher, will also invest in half. When we get the treasure, we will divide it six to four."
"Um?"
Zhang Yang looked up and waved his hands in the air twice, as if to block something.
"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"
"It's okay. Just now, your abacus almost fell off my face."
Even if Qin Shihuang paid for it, would Emperor Daoguang be worthy?
"You don't know the goods!" Baoyou sighed with regret.
"Then I can only buy cheaper ones. Teacher, look at this one."
In the next scene, Baoyou is given 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 it was a "nine-clawed dragon robe from the late Qing Dynasty". They couldn't even tell the exact year, so it only cost 10,000 pounds.
Zhang Yang looked attentively:
"..."
"Production date: 1918"
"Detailed information: Costumes commonly seen in modern folk theater 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 doubtfully.
"It's a reward from the audience."
"When this costume is popular, if you put it on and walk around the street, you will be greeted by rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves. It will be enough for you to stir-fry several dishes."
[I understand, this is modern times]
[It’s not as exaggerated as the teacher said. In modern times, some people are still afraid of the emperor]
[Have you never heard of being afraid of eggs, driving out the Tartars, and restoring China? 】
Zhang Yang's words made Baoyou fall into deep thought.
His history was taught by his physical education teacher and he couldn't understand the meaning of Zhang Yang's words.
It was only after reading the barrage prompts that I realized:
"Is this a modern costume?"
"How fresh! The emperor is also the master of the common people, how can he wear such crudely made things?" Zhang Yang tortured.
"Then I'd better go back and buy the one worth 50,000 euros."
"Emperor Daoguang, yes, he also has twenty-three concubines!" Baoyou muttered.
"Awesome, this is what you were thinking."
Zhang Yang praised Baoyou for his targeted historical knowledge. It turns out that some people want to be emperors just to open a harem?
[Teacher, can I accept the Qing Dynasty dragon robe worth 150,000 yuan? 】
After disconnecting the microphone, Zhang Yang's ear suddenly heard the voice of an old man from Guizhou Province, which sounded a bit like AI synthesis.
"Who is speaking?"
"Boss, this is a voice barrage sent by the audience for 30 yuan." Xu Jie explained in a low voice through the earphones.
In the past few days since I went to Neon, Douyin’s live broadcast room has launched the eye-catching message function of Xiaopo Station.
This way everyone will be happier consuming.
"Cousin Yiming must be able to cut leeks!"
Zhang Yang felt very comfortable when he thought that he had earned fifteen yuan.
People paid money to leave messages, and he quickly answered the questions:
"Friend Bao, the dragon robes of the Qing Dynasty also depend on the age. If Puyi sold them himself, and if they were dug out of the tomb, the price must not be the same."
"You said 150,000, it's probably from the late Qing Dynasty. The price is a bit high, around 100,000 is acceptable."
"If it was Qianlong and before, if the things were genuine, then it would be a no brainer to make mistakes!"
【Thanks husband】
Baoyou sent another voice message, this time the voice was changed to a loli female voice.
"Stop!" Zhang Yang made a stop gesture: "You can send a voice barrage to ask me questions, but there is no need to thank me."
"You would rather spend thirty yuan to post a barrage than spend a dime to even send me a message. I can already feel your sincerity."