Chapter 11: One Step Away from the Real Thing

Zhang Yang was stunned when he saw Liu Qianghua taking out his mobile phone and turning on Douyin.

No, I'm just talking. Are you serious?

This kind of thing that looks fake at first glance, can it be taken seriously unless the host is stupid?
When Zhang Yang was considering whether to persuade him, Liu Qianghua seemed to be ready.

I have already clicked into the live broadcast page of a treasure appraiser.

Hey, why does that big bald guy on the live broadcast page look familiar?
Which anchor is this?

"Brother Guoqiang, what do you think of finding Teacher Haidong?"

"It seems like he's the only one broadcasting live right now. Ding Quan has to wait until the evening."

"That's not a good idea..." Zhang Yang still had some conscience. He couldn't bear to see Liu Qianghua being called a fool.

But the other party didn't listen to him at all, and muttered:

"Oh my god, no one is on the mic right now. What a great opportunity."

"We need to find a suitable angle first. Forget it, let's get on the mic first."

When Zhang Yang heard this, he turned around and ran straight into the house, even closing the door.

Mr. Liu can embarrass himself if he wants, but please don't drag me into it.

After entering the house, Zhang Yang clicked on the live broadcast room of Haidong Treasure Appraisal.

On the other side of the bald head is a familiar two-dimensional avatar.

Liu Qianghua has already connected to the microphone.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Haidong."

"Hello, my dear." The bald guy didn't know what he was about to encounter, and still had a smile on his face.

"I would like to ask you to help me look at some treasures passed down from my ancestors."

I have to say that Liu Qianghua still has some brains, as the camera of his mobile phone is facing the big iron gate.

This angle is the only one in the yard that does not reflect the bronze artifacts.

It seems that he also knows that if the situation in the yard is photographed, everyone will know that what he has is fake.

"Okay, where is the thing?" asked Teacher Haidong.

"Wait a moment, I'll go get it."

Just bring the utensils here?
Zhang Yang was very curious about how Liu Qianghua was going to move the 70-jin Four-Ram Square Tripod.

Seventy kilograms is not heavy, but the Four-Ram Square Tripod is full of edges and corners, making it difficult to carry.

He looked out of the window of the room.

In the yard, Liu Qianghua first wanted to pick up the Four-Ram Square Tripod directly.

He hugged his arms, and as soon as he exerted force, he put on the mask of pain.

Zhang Yang knew at a glance that he was pricked by the bumps on the surface of the object.

puff~
Seeing him jump up in pain, Zhang Yang laughed out loud.

A few seconds later, Liu Qianghua, who had calmed down, stood next to the Four-Ram Square Tripod and scratched his head.

It seems to be thinking: How to move?

After several attempts, he found the right way. He simply grabbed the two sheep's heads and dragged the bronze artifact in front of the camera.

In the live broadcast room, as soon as the Four-Ram Square Tripod came into view, the barrage of comments began to boil.

[Fuck, the national treasure is here]

[This is a young national treasure gang]

【Where did this fool come from】

[If this is true, I can fire Gatling guns for five minutes]

The audience's reaction was within Zhang Yang's expectations.

There are still many normal people in the world.

Liu Qianghua was obviously the abnormal one. All he could think about was deceiving the treasure appraisal host like Zhang Yang did.

He stood outside the camera and said, "Teacher, this is a treasure passed down from my ancestors. Can you help me take a look at it?"

"Oh my god, bro, where did you get this from?"

"It's inherited from my ancestors." Liu Qianghua answered confidently.

"Brother, don't fool yourself. Can this thing be passed down from our ancestors?"

Teacher Haidong is not stupid, of course he doesn't believe what Liu Qianghua said.

"The original of your thing should be in the National Museum now. There is only one in the world and it is one of the ten national treasures handed down from generation to generation in our country."

"My piece is different from the one in the museum," Liu Qianghua retorted.

"Of course they are different. Yours is new, and theirs is old."

"No, no, you can't say that." "Teacher, you should look at the shape, decoration, and patina of this object. You can't assume that mine is fake just because there is a similar artifact."

"What if the things are a pair?"

[Is this person brainwashed? ]

[Don’t say that, I think what he said makes sense]

[This person is really tough]

"Brother, who did you learn this art of speaking from?" Teacher Haidong laughed. "From the video, the shape, decoration, and even the rust color of your item are all similar to the original."

"Looking through the screen, the only problem is that the traces of soil stains are a little lighter."

"The green embroidery on unearthed bronze artifacts will be eroded by the soil to a certain extent, so it won't be as intact as yours."

"Maybe they haven't had time to bury it yet?"

Hearing this, Liu Qianghua turned his head and subconsciously glanced in Zhang Yang's direction.

The meaning was obvious, he wanted to know if it was really never buried in the ground.

This is indeed the case.

There is an important stage in the aging of bronze ware, which is called "rusting".

It is to grind and knock off some of the complete green embroidery through physical means, then apply mud and water and bake it at high temperature to imitate the situation after being eroded in the soil.

At the beginning, Zhang Yang's master discovered that there was no money to be made by imitating this thing, so this last step was skipped.

Anyway, it will be left for future generations to dig thousands of years later, so there is no need to do so.

I didn’t expect that it would be discovered by the treasure appraisal host.

But at this moment, Zhang Yang couldn't tell Liu Qianghua, so he could only watch him perform by himself.

"Is it possible that because my things are inherited from my ancestors, they are better protected?" Liu Qianghua said stubbornly.

"Hahaha, better than the ones preserved in the museum, right?"

"Okay, brother, I'm just giving you a reference opinion. If you think the item is real, you can go offline and find an expert at the museum to take a look."

"Okay." Liu Qianghua nodded.

After thanking the host, he disconnected the microphone and walked straight towards Zhang Yang's door.

As he walked, he said excitedly: "Brother Guoqiang, your aging skills are really good!"

"Is it really okay? Won't someone find out?" Zhang Yang walked out of the room with a puzzled look on his face.

"Didn't you bury the Four-Ram Square Tripod?" Liu Qianghua asked.

"Yeah, there's no need for something this fake at first glance."

"Yeah, I guess so. But other than that, everything else is fine."

"In other words, as long as I bury your bronze artifacts in the soil for a period of time, I can deceive the experts on the Internet."

“This is simply invincible!”

Liu Qianghua became more and more excited as he spoke, and even thought of Zhang Yang's actions yesterday.

He remembered that it was the bronze tripod that Zhang Yang dug out of the ground yesterday, so he was able to deceive the eyes of the treasure appraisal host.

That's right, everything is right.

Liu Qianghua looked at the bronze artifacts all over the yard with burning eyes.

"Brother Guoqiang, do you have any bronze artifacts here that are not imitations of national treasures?"

"The Four-Ram Square Tripod is still too conspicuous, and few people believe it."

"Yes." Zhang Yang smiled.

But those were things he was going to use to collect recognition points, and he would not reveal them to anyone unless the police came to his door.

"Can you sell me one?" Liu Qianghua looked at Zhang Yang hopefully.

"It's still buried in the ground, so it can't be sold yet."

"Oh, so that's it..." Liu Qianghua rolled his eyes, not knowing what he was up to.

While Zhang Yang went into the house to boil water and make tea, he pretended to wander around, but in fact he picked up his mobile phone and took pictures of all the bronze artifacts of all sizes in the yard.

Then I used image recognition software to find out several "common items" that were not national treasures.

Just at this time, the taxi driver came back.

"Brother, I didn't catch that old man. Why don't we ask Zhang Guoqiang? We're from the same village, he should know."

"It's okay. We have more important things to do right now. Let's not disturb Brother Guoqiang for now."

"what's up?"

"Please move this bronze, this bronze, and that bronze into the trunk."

(End of this chapter)