N-M Chapter 134 Your father will be sentenced to life
Chapter 134 Your father will be sentenced to life
"Don't be nervous."
"With these pottery pots and copper coins, you have most likely dug up the tombs of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Generally, there are not many good products, let alone cultural relics above the third level."
"When the time comes to cooperate with the relocation of the cultural relics part, it is estimated that it will not delay your construction period much."
Zhang Yang felt that he was already very considerate, but Brother Ping An's expression showed no signs of improving at all.
"Teacher Zhang, have you ever thought about it, this is just what they left for me."
Brother Ping An wiped the sweat from his face, pointed at the bag and said:
"It's all heavy and worthless stuff."
"The really good stuff might have been divided up by them long ago, otherwise they wouldn't have stopped asking me to settle my salary at all."
The construction site guy didn’t ask for salary?
Zhang Yang felt the seriousness of the matter.
"I understand, you are the one they are using to take the blame."
"I think it's very possible!" Wei Ping'an said with a sad face.
In his words, the tomb is now like a huge blind box.
If he reported it directly, if the archaeological team discovered that this was the tomb of a historical celebrity and speculated that there were burial objects scattered outside, he would be afraid that he would not be able to explain it clearly!
"Brother, you are obsessed with it."
Zhang Yang took out his cell phone, dialed Captain Liu's number, and explained to Wei Ping'an:
"What age are we in now? Things that come out of tombs are not so easy to sell."
"Hurry up and let the authorities intervene. I know a very powerful detective. He has been waiting for a case like yours for a long time..."
"Is he reliable?" Brother Ping'an asked in a daze.
"You're already like this, you're just treating a dead horse like a living horse."
"That's...ok."
While Wei Ping'an nodded, the call was connected.
"Hey, Captain Liu."
"The suspect is already in place. This time it's not Gabala, it's Tomb."
"Dynasty? Let me take a look."
Brother Ping An opened the bag in time. He was very cautious and did not reach out to take it, as if he did not want to leave fingerprints.
Of course Zhang Yang doesn't need to pick it up.
In Wei Ping'an's eyes, this master treasure appraiser, who looked much younger than in the live broadcast, quickly determined the age of the things with just a few cursory glances.
"The early Kangxi tombs are strange..."
"It's not that the tomb is strange, it's that the things inside are strange. Why do Qing Dynasty tombs have Ming Dynasty copper coins buried with them?"
"Forget it, don't worry about this for now. Do you have anyone on duty? Come here and take everything away first."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang looked at Brother Ping'an who was looking at him eagerly, and comforted him with a smile:
"Relax, you're not the first person to enjoy this kind of treatment."
"And they are much more perverted than you. They bought a human bone necklace."
"Speaking of which, she just took leave today and is going to take her children on vacation. Her life has not changed in any way because of this."
"That's good, that's good." Brother Ping An kept nodding and murmured to himself.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and sat down on the steps.
"Master Zhang, would you like one?"
"No, you smoke yours while I go to Douyin to study archeology..."
Half an hour later, Captain Liu arrived at the scene with two policemen.
After saying hello, the two police officers quickly checked the contents of the bag, while Zhang Yang introduced the situation to Captain Liu.
"This green-haired brother, I don't know if you still remember..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a "click" and a pair of bright silver handcuffs were placed on Brother Ping An's wrists.
Captain Liu locked Brother Ping An.
Wei Pingan was stunned.
"Brother, didn't you say I could relax?"
Zhang Yang was also stunned.
His hands were so fast that he didn't even notice it before he cuffed it.
Captain Liu: "Remember what? Just keep talking, I'm listening."
Zhang Yang: "Is it necessary to say anything else? Why don't you take it back and slowly record your confession!"
Wei Ping'an: "No, brother, I really didn't dig. Haven't I already given everything to you?"
Captain Liu looked at Zhang Yang with a puzzled look.
"Everything is in that bag, I can't confiscate it."
Zhang Yang pointed to the travel bag, and then finished speaking in one breath:
"Do you remember that Brother Ping'an who sells graveyards through live streaming? The things were dug out from their company's cemetery construction site. I just came downstairs this evening and didn't even have time to get out of the elevator when I saw a green-haired guy swinging behind my car. shake……"
After listening, Captain Liu nodded: "That's right. This bracelet is good for both of you..."
"That's right, Brother Ping'an, you go with them first."
Zhang Yang helped Wei Pingan analyze the stakes.
"The most important thing now is to find those people on your construction site. As long as nothing is lost, you are not responsible."
Wei Ping'an thought for a moment, nodded heavily, and turned to look at Captain Liu:
"Comrade police, let's hurry up. I'll go back with you now."
"Are you in such a hurry? That's okay. Master Zhang, thank you for your cooperation."
…
The next day.
Before the broadcast started in the afternoon, Zhang Yang received a message from Captain Liu.
He was asked to contact the person in charge of Douyin to help change the title of Brother Ping An's live broadcast room.
He probably won't be able to broadcast live tonight, as there are still two coworkers who haven't been contacted.
The two men divided up the golden pot, golden bowl and golden hat top excavated from the tomb. At present, it seems that they may be the most valuable items among the funerary objects.
Zhang Yang was shocked when he heard Captain Liu's information about the funerary objects.
With so much gold, don't dig out a prince's tomb, right?
But then he thought about it, the feng shui of the cemetery that Brother Ping An had seen before, it was not too much to bury a prince's son or something.
Unfortunately, it was too late for this tomb to be seen again.
If it had been more than ten years earlier, Zhang Yang had no doubt that Wang Guosheng and his brother would have taken the contents of the tomb to the Hailin Museum in an open and honest manner.
Now, there is a high probability that the Linhai Municipal Museum, which only has a few thousand collections, will be put into storage.
"Forget it, let's continue with the treasure appraisal!"
Zhang Yang opened the live broadcast room, and there was something about the jade belt hook. There must be many treasure friends who are willing to donate their "ancestral" things to the Hailin Museum.
At least there is a free beach vacation!
"Welcome to this treasure friend named [Invincible Tyrannosaurus God of War], he seems to be a leather friend." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
He believed that this ID came from a famous meme.
But as soon as Lian Mai's treasure friend opened his mouth, everyone in the live broadcast room was shocked.
"Master (sniffs), can you help me see if these copper coins are real?"
"My grandpa hid this under his pillow."
"Baoyou, how old are you?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.
The little boy who spoke must not have gone through the period of voice change.
"Just turned 11."
【child? 】
[Wrong, it’s a naughty kid]
[Master Zhang, be careful if he applies for refund for minors]
Zhang Yang felt that what the barrage said made sense.
He did not rush to look at the few Kangxi Tongbao held in his fleshy little hands, but first looked at the person's fan card level.
It's just level 1, then it's okay.
Start identifying treasures.
Zhang Yang felt that it only took him three minutes for a leek seedling to break through its defenses.
"It's fake. This is a low-end imitation."
"This one is also fake. The craftsmanship is wrong."
"It's still fake, little brother, does your grandfather sell fake money or receive fake money?"
Zhang Yang heard that on the other end of the video, the child's breathing became heavier.
At a young age, it is not a good thing to be too concerned about gains and losses. Fortunately, you met me, Master Zhang.
"This is true, I'll pay you 40."
"Fake, fake, fake..."
"Okay, let's call it a day!"
"Kid, the ancient coin industry is too deep for your grandfather to grasp. Stop thinking about it and just do your homework."
Zhang Yang said seriously.
In the camera, the youngest treasure friend ever in the live broadcast room was a little irritable.
He angrily slapped the coins on the bed, muttered, "They're all fakes," and then stood up.
"Teacher, don't disconnect it yet, I have a good product at the bottom of the box."
"That thing is quite torture, do you want to look at it?"
[Is he talking about punishment or execution? 】
[It should be Xing, this kid must be an old fan of Master Zhang]
[The treasure at the bottom of the box that the naughty kid packed, couldn’t be the answer to his summer homework]
"Look, dear friend, you must see it."
Half a minute later, the child pointed the video at a complete tiger skin.
It has a head and a tail, and although the hair has fallen off a little, the pattern is very complete.
This is when everyone saw it with their own eyes, digging it out of a large wooden box. It was indeed the treasure at the bottom of the box.
"Hey hey hey~"
At the other end of the video, the child giggled happily.
He didn't notice at all that the smile on Zhang Yang's face had disappeared.
The skin of the Northeastern big cat is still old skin, peeled off in the 1960s. Who can laugh at this?
[Note: non-still picture]
[Is this the skin of a big cat? 】
[Good guy, started ten years ago]
[To be honest, that’s too much punishment. Ivory and tortoiseshell are all younger brothers in front of this thing]
"Baoyou, do your family members know about this?" Zhang Yang asked a little confused.
This guy is underage, not like someone who has the money to buy a big cat.
"I know." The child was very happy: "I found this on the second floor of my home when I returned to my hometown."
"It must have been my father or my grandfather. They got it."
"How old is your grandpa this year?"
"He should be eighty this year."
"Oh, that's good. Your father should be fine."
"It's just a shame for your father."
Zhang Yang took a deep breath and told this naughty kid:
"If this thing is normal, your father should be sentenced to life imprisonment."
The naughty kid thought Zhang Yang was joking and replied: "Six."
"Things that started ten years ago, and you're still here."
"Kid, you are just killing your relatives out of pure justice!"
[I’m laughing so hard at this naughty kid]
[I am his father, I will probably be pissed to death]
[A short story about fear of marriage every day]
[I suggest this kid’s father open a small account as soon as possible]
Seeing the ridiculing barrage all over the screen, the naughty boy finally panicked. Not only did the camera start to shake, but he also kept saying:
"No, no."
"This thing is definitely not real."
"Don't panic. Are your adults around? Give them your phone."
Zhang Yang thought for a while, but he couldn't say anything to a half-year-old child.
You still have to find a guardian.
The naughty child behaved at this time and shouted into the distance:
"Dad, come back quickly."
"Just that tiger skin, he said he would be sentenced to life imprisonment!"
Two minutes later, a middle-aged man appeared in front of the camera, sweating profusely.
[Where is dad? 】
[Coming, coming, third perspective of the victim]
[Welcome to this year’s number one father, the most loving and filial episode]
[If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be strict, if you are caught, you will be sentenced to ten years]
The father of the naughty child watched the live broadcast room for a while, watched the barrage, and combined with what his son said next to him, finally figured out what just happened.
The sweat that had just been wiped off his forehead broke out again.
"Teacher, this skin is passed down from our ancestors."
"Yeah, I believe it."
Zhang Yang nodded, picked up his phone and checked the time.
"Brother, where are you from?"
"I'm from Changchun."
"Is it close to the police station or public security bureau?"
"It's pretty close."
"Oh, that's good." Zhang Yang nodded: "You still have up to half an hour, hurry up and make up a decent story."
"In half an hour you could lose at least ten years of your freedom."
"Ah? No, no, no, teacher, this is inherited from my ancestors and has never been traded."
"It's no use just talking. You have to provide evidence to convince the police." Zhang Yang analyzed it for him.
The man thought for a while, took out his phone and showed Zhang Yang two photos, both of which were taken when the tiger skin was nailed to the earth wall.
According to him, this tiger skin has always been in his hometown house.
His father, the naughty boy’s grandfather, used to be a member of the tiger team.
As soon as the word "Tiger Squad" appeared, Zhang Yang understood instantly.
In the 1950s and 1960s, a special group of tiger hunting teams hunted thousands of tigers in total because they were afraid of tigers hurting people.
It is not surprising that a few tiger skins are among the people.
But the naughty boy’s father is still worried:
"Teacher, we have never shown this to anyone except you."
"I haven't taken it out and used it, so I shouldn't have to go to jail, right?"
"No need." Zhang Yang comforted: "Lock this kind of thing in the future and don't let children take it out to show off."
The man opposite him breathed a long sigh of relief, then nodded in agreement, and subconsciously turned his head to look for something in the room.
Zhang Yang guessed that he would probably prepare "fried pork with bamboo shoots" later.
…
"Brothers, if you have children at home, please watch out!"
Although the microphone was disconnected, Zhang Yang couldn't help but laugh when he thought of the naughty child's silly laughter of "hehehehe".
What a filial son!
All I can say is that luckily he took it out for appraisal instead of secretly selling it.
"Come and welcome the next friend, [What will Jaguar eat tonight]? This ID should not be a naughty kid anymore."
Lian Mai's treasure friend appeared in front of the camera holding a human face mask with a silver metallic luster in his hand.
The facial features on the mask are very detailed, the face is a bit rich, and the hair is painted on the top of the head; the earlobes on both sides are perforated, showing signs of use.
Baoyou asked Zhang Yang: "Teacher, can you see this?"
"I can see it, but I'm a little scared."
"As soon as you look at the shape of this thing, you can tell that it is the covering of the Khitan nobles of the Liao Dynasty."
These things are often seen on various cultural relic-related marketing accounts.
The so-called mask is a mask that is covered on the face of a Khitan noble after his death. It is made of gold or silver and is 100% a burial object.
"Turn this thing over and let me see the back."
[Why do the front and back feel the same? 】
[This thing has a good three-dimensional effect]
[The old thing is different, it must have been pulled off the face of a dead person]
[Is it from the tomb of the Liao Dynasty general in Niuxin Mountain?]
After a while, Zhang Yang was sure that this was indeed the mask of a Khitan nobleman from the Liao Dynasty (Northern Song Dynasty). It was made of pure silver, indicating that the original owner of the mask had a high status.
The most rare thing is that the condition of this thing is very well preserved, with almost no major damage on the front and back.
"Friend Bao, is your surname Yelu?" Zhang Yang asked a somewhat inexplicable question.
"no."
"Okay then, ancestral inheritance has been basically ruled out. Tell me, where did you dig it up?" Zhang Yang crossed his arms with a playful expression.
"The person who sold it to me said that he bought it from local people when he was digging coal in Chifeng." Baoyou's answer was quite straightforward.
It is said that in Chifeng, there are more than 700 Liao Dynasty tombs surveyed by the cultural relics department alone.
Good news: The seller really wasn't lying.
Bad news: The police are out.
"Teacher, is this thing real?" Baoyou was still struggling with the question of authenticity.
"Not only is it true, it's also very punishing."
Zhang Yang thought for a while and realized that the gold-plated silver cover in the Capital Museum was a first-class cultural relic.
This piece of sterling silver can definitely be rated as Level 2.
"Then...do you want to donate this?"
When Zhang Yang heard Baoyou say the word "donate", he felt so uncomfortable that his back molars almost broke.
"No, brother." Zhang Yang comforted: "The cultural value of your thing is higher than the economic value. Do you understand what I mean?"
"I just can't sell it for much money." Baoyou translated.
"However, the museum will consider your contribution to the national cultural relics cause and will give you certain spiritual and material rewards."
"I understand, the certificate plus a bonus of 500 yuan."
"It's not five hundred, it's the money you paid for this thing, plus the extra bonus. Of course, you have to find the right museum."
Thanks to FluffyFluffy, the top brother on the list, for the 500-coin reward!