MMB Chapter 165: Huayu Gate, or Guozhenfu?
Chapter 165: Huayu Gate, or Guozhenfu?
Zhang Yang has already made it clear to Baoyou: It is better to just call the microphone to ask if you want to spend money to leave a voice message.
But there are still many people who choose to spend the thirty yuan.
"It seems that the brothers' collection is really out of reach!" Zhang Yang mocked.
He has seen through it all. These people are just afraid that they will produce fake products and be turned into electronic mustard afterwards.
"Don't be unconvinced, come on, send a representative out!"
At Zhang Yang's request, the barrage representative came.
As soon as Baoyou came up, he told Zhang Yang:
"Teacher, let me make it clear first that I am not here to show off my wealth. I am just trying to give the friends in the live broadcast room some excuses and prove that we have real punishment."
"Stop talking nonsense, where is the goods?"
Zhang Yang stretched out his hand in front of the camera, and just in time, Baoyou also revealed something.
After just one glance, Zhang Yang quickly took his hand back.
On a small glass table, there are at least a dozen suspected ivory products spread out, including seven or eight Guangfo tablets.
The most outrageous thing is that everything was wrapped in plastic bags, as if they had just been taken out of the factory.
"This is all African ivory, it's legal."
"No need to explain, I won't listen even if you explain." Zhang Yang waved his hand: "I have seen too many ivories, and I am already immune. I just want to know, is this your limit?"
"No, but I'm afraid that if I take out the more torture stuff, teacher, your live broadcast room will be gone."
"Tch~" Zhang Yang responded contemptuously.
This response was enough.
"Then this is what you asked for, don't blame me."
Baoyou said, taking out a long scarf from his hand.
"Is this made of some animal's down?"
Zhang Yang guessed that this was an animal product, but he had never seen a gray-black scarf like this among the things sent by the customs.
[Is this black scarf wool or cow hair? 】
[It must be some kind of animal product anyway]
【Mink hair?】
[Is it hanging hair?]
"Teacher, you can see for yourself, I won't say more."
Baoyou pushed the camera closer, and Zhang Yang's brows gradually wrinkled.
"Name: Shahtoosh Shawl"
"Material: Tibetan antelope wool"
"Production date: 1998"
"Detailed information: This is a scarf made from the down of Tibetan antelopes. Only the down of three adult Tibetan antelopes can be made into a Shatoosh shawl."
"This is Shatoosh. Are you in the country?"
Zhang Yang asked while clicking into the other party's personal information.
Prepare for action.
"Master Zhang, don't look, I'm in Saudi Arabia." Baoyou understood very well and replied with a smile: "As long as I don't return to China, you have nothing to do with me."
"Don't you return gold bars even if you send them to the village?"
"No, we have liquid gold here."
If there is a place where oil is leaking out, but the United States has not sent troops to capture it, it is Saudi Arabia.
So Zhang Yang believes what Baoyou said, and his IP is indeed in Saudi Arabia.
The problem is, don’t say that you are the representative of the audience in the live broadcast room.
"You can't do anything in a lawless place. You have to play this thing."
"There is no buying or selling of Tibetan antelope products, and there is no killing. Where are you... where are you?"
"Friend Bao, is your Internet connection so bad?"
Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, the scene over there suddenly disappeared.
[Warm reminder from super management: please do not spread bad information]
"Supervisor, you are mistaken. Except for the person just now, everyone in the live broadcast room is a good person."
"Look if you don't believe me, I'll give you another one."
Zhang Yang's muscle memory generally clicks to accept the continuous wheat.
While he was still watching the barrage, he heard a "ding-ding-ding" sound first, and then the sound of a train whistle.
"Dirty~"
This prelude, driving a train? !
Zhang Yang's eyes returned to the live broadcast screen.
In Lian Mai's "Baoyou" screen, a female "conductor" wearing a black tight suspender + hot pants is preparing to leave.
Is this still Baoyou?
There is indeed a pair of big babies, but now it is super patrol time.
To watch or not to watch, that is the question.
Zhang Yang couldn't decide for the audience in the live broadcast room, so he decided not to speak and pretended that the network was stuck.
[Is this a whole job? 】
[Very good, balance work and rest]
[I know her, she is the anchor of the dance area]
[This is the program I ordered for Master Zhang, please praise me]
Three minutes passed in a blink of an eye.
After the show was over, the female anchor was very professional and took the initiative to disconnect the microphone without talking to her. It was a bit like a "flash action".
"Tsk tsk~"
Zhang Yang smacked his lips and shook his head.
"It's not interesting, brothers. Antiques have more meaning."
Zhang Yang glanced at the backstage and confirmed that the next person to apply for continuous wheat was a male, and then he clicked accept with confidence.
…
Lian Mai's treasure friend said that he is sixty-six years old and comes from HD.
"You may be the oldest friend we have ever had in our live broadcast room."
Zhang Yang chatted with Baoyou for a while. At his age, if he hadn't just entered the industry in recent years, he would still have a chance to collect genuine products.
It’s not surprising at all to take out a few items that cost hundreds of thousands.
The actual situation is quite different from what Zhang Yang thought.
What Baoyou took out was a piece of yellow-glazed porcelain.
He first showed Zhang Yang the inscription at the bottom, "Hongzhi Year System of the Ming Dynasty".
"Teacher Zhang, I have been watching your live broadcast for a long time. Your authenticity rate of identifying things is the highest among all treasure appraisal hosts."
"Those experts don't dare to take things seriously. You are different from them."
When Baoyou came up, he started to brag about it.
Of course, you can't accept such words that start a fight. Zhang Yang explained with a smile:
"That may be because there are more unearthed things in the things I looked at."
"Anyway, I think you are telling the truth. Teacher, please help me take a look at this thing. Is there anything wrong with it?"
Zhang Yang nodded and looked at the year, "Production date: 2003", and he knew it.
However, he didn't rush to speak. Instead, he thought about what was wrong with this piece of porcelain.
Please explain it to your friend later and convince him.
"Teacher, while you are doing the appraisal, let me tell the audience in the live broadcast room something."
"Everyone must not go to the show "Huayu Gate", it is just a scam to get people's money."
"I have personally experienced that the registration fee is 400, the appraisal fee is 200, and no invoice is issued."
The charges and invoices Baoyou mentioned are meaningless.
But Zhang Yang was very familiar with the words "Huayu Gate". This is a famous TV treasure appraisal program.
It has been running for many years, and some of the experts who have appeared on the program have now become Zhang Yang’s acquaintances.
Okay, uncle, you want to divert my flow!
"Friend, in my live broadcast room, let's not talk about other programs!"
"No problem, teacher. This thing of mine has an appraisal certificate from Guozhenfu. Do you want to take a look?"
What the hell is Guozhenfu?
Zhang Yang had never heard of it, so he just nodded and wanted to see it.
What Baoyou took out was a "Preliminary Appraisal Report of Guozhenfu Cultural Relics and Artworks".
The client's name is Wu Liang, which should be the name of this uncle.
The name of the artifact identified is [Made in the Hongzhi Year of the Ming Dynasty, a yellow-glazed bowl with dark engraved dragon patterns].
The identification results are divided into three columns: visual identification, scientific identification, and conclusion.
What is written in the catalog is the serious appraisal terminology that Master Wang wants to learn, such as the shape, color, style and so on.
What is more interesting is the scientific review column, which reads:
[Identification based on the ancient ceramic aging trace identification method and technology approved by the Ministry of Public Security, and corrosion pits, discolored bubbles, reticulation and other aging traces were detected under a 230x digital microscope]
The final conclusion is of course: the identification is true.
At the end of the page, there is also the official seal of an appraisal company called Guozhenfu in Yanjing.
After reading it, Zhang Yang had only one thought:
A piece of Chenghua yellow glaze costs more than RMB 100,000. How about such a big battle? Technology certified by the Ministry of Public Security?
"Friend Bao, did you show them this certificate when you went to "The Gate of Huayu"?"
"I've seen it." Baoyou nodded: "And my big blue and white jar also has a certificate."
"Wait? Are you talking about Yuan Qinghua?" A smile appeared on Zhang Yang's face: "The subject isn't about Gui Guzi going down the mountain, right?"
What Zhang Yang said about "Guiguzi descending from the mountain to create a large blue and white jar" is simply the source of all evil.
Since this piece of porcelain was auctioned for a sky-high price of 230 million yuan, endless imitations of Yuan blue and white have begun to appear in the world, and without exception, they are all jars.
"It's not that kind of fake." Baoyou answered quite seriously: "The painting on my Yuan blue and white is a different story."
"I was in a hurry this time. I left it in my hometown and didn't take it out."
"Next time, teacher, you will organize a cultural relic audition and auction event, and I will bring it over to show you."
Zhang Yang did not respond to the uncle's words.
There is no way to respond, otherwise at the audition site, after Uncle Huanghuali, there will be another Uncle Yuan Qinghua.
"Friend Bao, if I look at this Chenghua yellow glaze, there is still something wrong with it."
Of course, Zhang Yang cannot be unconscionable and tell lies that are true. He explained:
"The main reason is that the inscription is not very symmetrical, it is a little tilted to the right, and the writing is crooked, unlike the works of Hongzhi Guanyao."
"I understand." Baoyou's tone was very disappointed.
But I am very disappointed with Zhang Yang's character.
"It seems that in the eyes of Master Zhang, the energy of "Huayu Gate" is still higher than that of Guozhenfu, so even you don't dare to tell the truth."
"But it doesn't matter. I'm already in Yanjing. I'll go to the State Administration of Cultural Heritage to file a complaint tomorrow!"
Thanks to Curry’s 500-coin reward, I directly bought five packs of Xiaodangjia, Aligado!