N-M Chapter 133 Foster father, save me!
Chapter 133 Foster father, save me!
"Teacher, the expert you are talking about shouldn't be named Zhang, right?" Zhang Yang said half-jokingly.
"Although I know a lot of tomb robbers, the main reason I deal with them is to satisfy their desire to go to jail."
Being teased like this by him, Wang Guosheng, who had a serious expression on his face, became happy.
He smiled and said: "Hahaha, Xiao Zhang, you are still far from an expert."
"I'm talking about the big boss of Yanjing Shengbao Pavilion, Niu Renai."
"This is what he gave me."
Wang Guosheng wanted to pick up the crutch on the coffee table, but hesitated and took his hand back.
Having been involved in the antique business for decades, he certainly knew that some of his friends’ items had erratic origins.
However, it was the job of the police to find out where he was coming from, and Wang Guosheng always insisted on protecting his own safety.
Therefore, this newly unearthed golden nanmu crutch in front of him was like Xu Zhu, who had been fasting and chanting Buddha for more than 80 years. When he slept until midnight, he suddenly felt that there was a passionate beauty beside him.
It was too late, he was already exhausted.
What's more, there was a twenty-year-old Zhang Yang watching next to him.
So after hesitating until the end, Wang Guosheng pushed the crutch in front of Zhang Yang.
"Xiao Zhang, please hand this over directly to the police station."
"no problem."
Zhang Yang agreed to the matter, which meant that he was about to win the banner again.
Deputy Director Zou within the system was not interested in the crutch at all. He was more concerned about the Niu Renai that Master Wang was talking about.
"Mr. Wang, is Niu Renai's son called Niu Weichang, the turtle doctor from the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee?"
"Yes." Wang Guosheng nodded: "It was him who squeezed you out."
Zhang Yang almost didn't react to the way the story unfolded.
Master Wang is indeed an old Jianghu, and he immediately broke through Deputy Director Zou's defense.
Judging from the unconcealed indignation on the middle-aged man's face, this matter must not be groundless.
Niu Weichang should have been in Deputy Director Zou's notebook for a long time.
But now, a huge clue fell in front of him - his enemy's biological father was related to tomb robbers, and he was also a dealer in stolen goods.
Deputy Director Zou directly transformed into a great detective and began to analyze the "case":
"Mr. Wang, you just said that this stolen item was given to you by Niu Renai. Was anyone else present when it was presented to you?"
"Yes." Master Wang recalled for a moment: "Che Lijun was present."
"And the one who brought back a lot of African ivory, his name is Wu Xingfei."
"They are all acquaintances!" Zhang Yang interrupted.
"Hahaha, Xiao Zhang, you will know later that this circle is indeed not big." Master Wang said with a smile.
In fact, it's not just small, it's pitifully small.
According to the information Zhang Yang found on the Internet, this Niu Renai's ancestral home is at the junction of Linhai and Wanshan cities.
He is half a fellow countryman.
In the words of Master Wang, this is because a few decades ago, when everything was in dire straits, wealthy people crowded into Yanjing, and all kinds of antiques also flocked to Yanjing. The antique circle suddenly became prosperous.
These collectors from the Jianghuai area, of course, have to huddle together for warmth to feel safe.
Later, people from the northern sect were arrested for robbing tombs, and many people from the southern sect were arrested for selling cultural relics. The team of Master Wang and others grew stronger day by day.
No, even future stars like Zhang Yang have joined the team.
Master Wang and Deputy Director Zou were talking to each other, making Zhang Yang feel like he was listening to a story.
In short, at the end of the story, the Niu family is in big trouble.
…
In the evening, Deputy Director Zou finished his meal and left first. Wang Guosheng suddenly called Zhang Yang to sit next to him and said mysteriously:
"Xiao Zhang, have you ever heard of the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee?"
"Yes, I have dealt with them."
Zhang Yang nodded, and he immediately thought of Du Shiming, the old expert who always tried to trick people intentionally or unintentionally.
"Then are you interested in becoming one of them?"
"No."
Zhang Yang answered quickly and accurately.
Wang Guosheng was caught off guard by his decisiveness. He took a deep breath and asked him again:
"Can you tell me your reasons?"
"Because their level is a bit low, and they only do appraisals, police and customs stuff, which is really boring."
It’s crazy, but Master Wang thinks it’s very reasonable.
He thought for a while and advised Zhang Yang:
"There really aren't many experts at the provincial level, but you have to do it step by step. If you have enough qualifications, you can finally join the national appraisal committee."
"Think about it, while enjoying the national subsidy in the future, you will not only be able to see all kinds of rare treasures, but you will also be recognized by everyone..."
Master Wang spoke sincerely and really treated Zhang Yang as a junior to support him.
Feeling the old man's hard work, Zhang Yang was really embarrassed to refuse, so he could only agree first and go to Du Shiming to see him later.
If the experts from Du University don't give him face and firmly disagree with him joining, then there is nothing he can do.
In the next few days, Master Wang was in charge of the museum, and Zhang Yang returned to his familiar rhythm of life.
Until one night.
Zhang Yang came out of the Hailin Museum and was walking out of the elevator, preparing to go to the underground garage to pick up the car.
Suddenly I saw from a distance that there seemed to be a clump of grass growing in the trunk of his car.
Green and very lush.
Of course it is impossible for grass to grow on the car, especially this BMW that I just bought.
"Who is it, dyeing your hair green and trying to imitate others' hide-and-seek skills?"
Zhang Yang stood at the elevator door, in the center of the surveillance field of view, and shouted towards the grass.
The person who was hiding stood up when he heard the sound and waved awkwardly at Zhang Yang.
"Master Zhang, I, Wei Pingan!"
"I'll go, Brother Ping'an?"
Zhang Yang remembered that this guy did say he was in Linhai.
If you are interested, you can search carefully on the Internet and find the Hailin Museum.
The question is, why is he here?
"I came to you to save my life!" Brother Ping'an said with a sad face: "Master Zhang, no, you are my foster father now!"
"No, Fengxian, if you fart, hurry up."
Seeing that Wei Pingan was still in the mood to tell jokes, Zhang Yang relaxed a lot.
But when he saw the other person struggling to pull out a bulging black travel bag from the back of the car, the string in his heart suddenly tightened again.
"Father, if you come here a little later, I will put these things in your trunk."
Brother Ping An said, opened the bag and turned on the light with his mobile phone.
Zhang Yang only glanced at it and subconsciously took two steps back.
He lowered his voice and asked: "Aren't you selling graves? Why are you digging graves?"
"The business is so booming now, are you going to destroy your competitors' business?"
In that travel bag, placed at the top were several khaki clay pots. At first glance, they looked like very earthy old things.
Underneath, there are strings of copper coins, freshly dug out and still stuck together.
"I don't know either!" Brother Ping'an scratched his hair with a grimace on his face.
"I asked a few brothers to help dig the cemetery. I went to deliver food to them tonight, but I found that all the people were gone, and even the tools were taken away."
"I called and asked before telling me that it has been shipped."
"Dig up a bag of treasures for me and put them under the tarp in the cemetery."
"I opened it and saw that this was not a shipment. It was going to kill me!"