N-M Chapter 161 Bronze Return Plan
Chapter 161 Bronze Return Plan
"You're right." Zhang Yang nodded.
"Brother, can you stop being so perfunctory?"
"It's not perfunctory." Zhang Yang said seriously: "Don't you think the cover of this 卣 (you three sounds) is strange?"
The 卣 in Zhang Yang's mouth is an ancient wine vessel, which later evolved into a ritual vessel.
Most of them are like the bronze vessel in front of me, with a lid and a handle. At the same time, the connection between the handle and the main body is decorated with a sheep's head to indicate identity.
"What's wrong with the lid? Is it installed later?"
Chen Yanguang said something casually, but Zhang Yang nodded seriously.
It does look like the aftermarket.
"There is a very obvious difference in the rust color of the cover and the body. It is obviously corroded in different soil environments."
"And the color of this body looks familiar to me." Zhang Yang murmured to himself, "Maybe it's a pit I'm familiar with."
He quickly opened his phone and found a very important photo he had taken before.
Sure enough, the rust color of the main body of this bronze gui was almost the same as the appearance of the bronze gui he had seen at Tianguang Ruins in Yangcheng.
At least it is certain that the unearthed pit is in northern Guangdong Province, close to Hunan Province.
At the same time, item information slowly emerged.
A piece of bronze 卣, there are two pieces of item information on it.
The main body was produced in 977 BC;
The lid will be produced in 2023.
It's a good old thing, why put a new lid on it?
Zhang Yang was full of doubts.
If it is just to sell at a high price, people will still buy it if the cover is removed. This is a common practice in previous bronze transactions.
On the contrary, once it is discovered that the cover is a replica, the entire object will be considered a fake, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Unless the seller wants to hide something!
Zhang Yang thought for a while and quickly dialed the number of Zeng Gong of the Yangcheng Museum.
Having more foreign players is good for this. Five minutes later, he already had a plan in mind.
"Chen Sang, are you interested in taking this bronze coin back?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows at Chen Yanguang.
"Really?" Chen Yanguang glanced at the selling price, 250,000 euros, and he instantly became energetic.
"Maybe more than that. If you're lucky, you can get a few free tickets." Zhang Yang's smile was a little evil.
"But you have to make some noise first and let me see the talker of this shop."
"Isn't this simple? Watch my performance!"
Chen Yanguang cleared his throat and suddenly said loudly:
"What? You said this thing is fake?"
"Yao Shou, fake goods sell for 250,000 yuan!"
"..."
Although Chen Yanguang's performance was a bit exaggerated, and many people present probably couldn't understand Chinese, he still quickly became the center of attention of all store employees and customers.
"This Chinese tourist, do you know the rules of antique stores?"
A Neon man who knew Chinese in the store stood up and persuaded:
"If you think it's fake, just don't buy it. What if others think it's real?"
Chen Yanguang didn't want to pay attention to this person at first, but when he found that the clerk had no intention of coming to see him, he immediately switched to a contemptuous expression and asked angrily:
"You mean, this thing could possibly be real?"
"Yeah." The other party responded.
"How dare you? Do you know who the handsome guy next to me is?"
"He is a treasure appraisal expert recognized by the Huaxia Cultural Relics Bureau, the youngest museum curator in the country, recognized as the number one treasure appraiser on the Douyin platform, and has countless male and female fans..."
"Do you think his taste is good, or do you think your taste is bad?"
Zhang Yang stood where Chen Yanguang was pointing and suddenly figured out what Chen Yanguang meant by "selling you."
To be precise, they were all sold out, and he instantly became the focus of the audience.
"It's because he has good taste... No, it's my fault... It doesn't seem right either."
"At your level, tsk tsk!"
When Chen Yanguang said this, he looked arrogant, as if Zhang Yang was not the deputy director of the Hailin Museum, but the president of the Earth.
But this doesn't seem to be a bad thing, because the employees at the antique store really think of Zhang Yang as some kind of big shot.
At this time, the clerk hurriedly came over with a smile.
With Boss Gong as translator, Zhang Yang quickly made his purpose clear.
"This thing of yours is suspected to be a cultural relic that was illegally exported from the country after being robbed from a Western Zhou Dynasty tomb in our country in January this year."
"You are selling stolen goods for criminals."
"Now I want you to take the merchandise down quickly."
"People from our embassy in Japan will contact you soon to return our country's lost cultural relics in accordance with international conventions!"
When saying this, Zhang Yang kept silent about who he was and put his hat on the other person's head first.
The male clerk was stunned for a moment and all he knew was:
"Hai!"
"Okay, hurry up and call your people in charge." Zhang Yang waved his hand pretending to be impatient.
Many people at the scene heard clearly what Zhang Yang and Boss Gong said, and the crowd was talking about it for a while.
Someone walked up to the bronze urn, observed it carefully, and discussed it with the people around him;
Someone asked Miyuki directly about Zhang Yang’s origin;
There were even some righteous neon people who directly chose to stand behind Zhang Yang and his group to express their support.
Soon, the owner of the antique shop came out, a middle-aged man wearing thin-rimmed gold glasses.
As soon as he came up, he carried forward the neon "craftsmanship spirit", bowed and apologized to everyone present, and said "Private Marseille".
Zhang Yang couldn't understand what the boss said later.
Boss Gong also forgot to explain and even applauded like the audience.
When the other party came up, he remembered to tell Zhang Yang:
"This is Mr. Tokugawa Daisuke, the owner of the antique shop. He said he will definitely assist you and investigate the matter clearly."
The development of things is similar to what Boss Gong said.
After Tokugawa Daisuke came up, he bowed first to express his apology;
Bow twice to express gratitude;
With three final bows, Zhang Yang and his party were welcomed to the reception room, where they could sit down and have a good chat.
"You are so polite in your childhood?"
Chen Yanguang muttered quietly on the way to the reception room.
"It's not good for others to be polite. Maybe you don't need to bother the embassy." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
At this time, Miyuki, who was walking behind Zhang Yang, suddenly pulled his sleeve.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang turned his head in confusion.
Miyuki frowned and whispered to him:
"Zhang Sang, I think you should contact the Chinese Embassy in Japan first."
Is there something wrong with Daisuke Tokugawa?
Zhang Yang subconsciously glanced behind him and found that the door on the way he came in had been closed.
Good guy, are you taking advantage of others?
Chen Yanguang happened to turn around at this time and saw Miyuki's expression.
"What happened to the kidney?"
"Is your life in danger?" Zhang Yang ignored Chen Yanguang and asked Miyuki in a low voice.
The latter shook his head, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.
Yes, after all, my group walked in in full view of everyone.
Zhang Yang held Chen Yanguang's shoulders and turned him around. While keeping up with Daisuke Tokugawa, he whispered in his ear:
"Brother Guang, call the embassy for help."
"Do you want to fight directly?"
"No, beat me secretly. Hold your stomach and scream!"
Chen Yanguang understood, and immediately bent over, holding his stomach and moaning.
"Boss Chen, what's wrong?" Gong Yonghao came up to help Chen Yanguang.
"He's about to squirt. Find the toilet quickly." Zhang Yang explained.
Half a minute later, in the bathroom.
Chen Yanguang dialed the number of the embassy in Japan:
"Help, my name is Chen Yanguang. I am a famous second-generation rich man in Linhai. My father is a billionaire."
"I was held hostage by a group of criminals from a transnational crime group in Kobo City, Kyoto!"