Chapter 31 Help, Boss Zhang
"Theoretically, yes."

Officer Tu nodded:

"If you can really contact Mr. Zheng and ask him to pay you for the goods, can you also help persuade him to surrender as soon as possible?"

"The crime of tomb robbery can be either serious or minor. He is giving up on himself by absconding directly."

After Officer Tu finished speaking, he nodded at the police officer next to him.

The latter flipped through the notebook, turned to a certain page, and handed it to Zhang Yang.

This page records all of Mr. Zheng’s contact information.

There are phone numbers, WeChat, Douyin accounts, and even forum accounts.

Stripped naked in a cyber sense.

But all Zhang Yang could do was make a phone call.

There were no surprises in the results.

The other party's phone is turned off.

Seeing this result, Officer Tu stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was here to try his luck.

It’s normal to have no harvest.

At least we know that Zhang Yang has started to imitate the terracotta figurines in large quantities. We must add this to the file when we get back.

"Then Boss Zhang, we won't bother you anymore."

"If there is any news about Zheng Xiangqian in the future, please contact us as soon as possible."

"He is now a fugitive suspect and is very, very dangerous. You must be careful."

"I understand." Zhang Yang nodded seriously.

Tomb robber fugitives are much more terrifying than ordinary fugitives.

Because when tomb robbers are desperate, they dare to enter the cemetery to steal the offerings, which may directly lead to the ancestors not receiving incense and no longer blessing their descendants.

The Qingming Festival has just passed, and no one can bear such a thing.

Especially for South China F4.

Watching Officer Tu get into the car and leave, Zhang Yang waited until the other party's car disappeared at the end of the road in the distance before turning around and going into the house.

As soon as he entered the yard, he took out his cell phone impatiently.

I called Lao Hu.

Lao Hu was the middleman and once sold bronze ware to General Zheng.

Zhang Yang must inform him.

What if General Zheng finds Lao Hu, and he helps a fugitive with good intentions, but ends up being guilty of harboring a fugitive? That would be terrible.

But unfortunately, the call was not answered after three attempts.

The last time, it was even Lao Hu who hung up the phone.

What is Uncle Hu doing? Is he going on a blind date again?

Why didn’t you answer my call at the critical moment?
Just when Zhang Yang was getting anxious, a male voice suddenly came from behind the wall of the yard:
"Zhang Yang! Zhang Yang!"

"Who?"

Zhang Yang walked over and asked through the wall.

Behind the wall is a deserted farmland where few people go.

"It's me, Lao Hu."

"Uncle Hu?"

Zhang Yang really didn't hear it, maybe it was because the other party spoke in a low voice.

"Uncle, please go through the main door. There is only a dog hole at the back."

"It's okay, just open the dog hole."

"I have something urgent."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Zhang Yang felt something strange.

This is the first time I see someone rushing to dig a dog hole. Is it the owner’s mission?
For Uncle Hu's sake, he was willing to help move the stone blocking the dog hole.

But after moving it away, he immediately picked up a bronze artifact.

If it wasn't Uncle Hu's head that came out of the hole, he would smash it down.

It turned out to be Lao Hu.

Zhang Yang hurried over to help and pulled him out.

Just as I was about to seal the hole, another furry head popped in from the hole.

And a dog head?

Zhang Yang immediately picked up the bronze ware.

When he was about to smash it down, Lao Hu stopped him.

"No, no, no, this is President Zheng."

"Mr. Zheng?"

Zhang Yang was confused at first, but then his expression changed.

The fugitive General Zheng!
Before anyone came in, he quickly pulled Lao Hu over and whispered in his ear:

"Uncle, this Mr. Zheng is a fugitive!"

"you were fooled."

"As soon as he comes in, we'll catch him, tie him up and call the police."

Zhang Yang originally thought that Lao Hu would become as nervous as he was after hearing this.

But the feedback I got was:

"You're wrong. President Zheng is just a suspect who has not yet appeared in court."

"Not a fugitive."

"He came to you to ask you to save him."

"Huh?" Zhang Yang never expected that Uncle Hu would do this to him.

He turned and looked towards the dog hole.

Mr. Zheng had already got half of his body out, but because of his big belly, he was stuck.

His two hands were scratching the ground randomly, as if he was crazy.

Zhang Yang didn't expect that the first time he saw a jam in real life, the scene would be so shocking.

Alas, there will be one less subject to read in the future.

Before he could react, Lao Hu stepped forward to help and pulled General Zheng out.

"Boss Zheng, this is Zhang Yang."

As soon as Lao Hu finished his introduction, Mr. Zheng, with disheveled hair, didn't even have time to tidy up his clothes. He just plopped down and knelt in front of Zhang Yang.

Such a big gift right away?
Zhang Yang quickly dodged to the side.

Want to shorten your lifespan with this trick? No way.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't use these tricks!"

"Uncle Hu, what's going on with you guys?"

"Mr. Zheng, do you want me to speak or should I?" Lao Hu asked Mr. Zheng for his opinion.

"Let me do it."

President Zheng said in a hoarse voice:
"Help, Boss Zhang."

"Only you can save me this time."

As he spoke, he took out a briefcase from behind his back.

Zhang Yang then noticed that although General Zheng looked miserable, his clothes were still intact and he did not look like a fugitive.

At most, the hair is a little messy, as if it was done on purpose.

It's not professional to only do the hair to make it look old.

"what?"

Zhang Yang had no intention of taking the bag.

He was afraid of being relied upon.

Mr. Zheng did not rush to explain, but opened the briefcase and took out a white cloth package very carefully.

After the package was opened, it contained a large number of green bronze fragments and a number of gray pottery pieces.

This picture...

"Did you break the bronze and pottery?" Zhang Yang asked.

President Zheng nodded heavily.

He gestured with his hands:

“This thing was originally a ceramic base.”

"Then there is a bronze tree, and these are the leaves from the tree."

"I put it at home, but I didn't expect it to break by accident."

"I want to see if you, Boss Zhang, can help repair it."

After listening to this and combining it with what Officer Tu said, Zhang Yang seemed to understand.

"So this is the reason why you're absconding?"

"abscond?"

President Zheng was stunned and looked at Lao Hu, as if asking: How did he know?
The latter nodded to General Zheng and said:
"Zhang Yang seems to know everything."

"Oh, Boss Zhang, you know it. Yes, it is indeed because of this thing."

Seeing that Zhang Yang knew about it, General Zheng did not hide it and explained it in detail.

He said that when he dug up the ancient tomb, this thing was placed in front of the coffin.

When I turned on the light, I saw, oh my god, isn’t this the bronze sacred tree?
There is a phoenix carved on the top, and each leaf represents various animals and figures.

In terms of exquisiteness, it is even more exaggerated than the bronze sacred tree in Sanxingdui.

He took a photo and asked foreign collectors.

The other party offered three million US dollars just by looking at the photo.

Most of Mr. Zheng's money came from gray areas, so of course he wanted to make the three million dollars. So he tried every means to cover up the matter of the ancient tomb and embezzle the things inside.

But he never expected that before the bronze sacred tree was sold, he and his girlfriend accidentally broke it.

"When it rains, it pours."

"It would have been fine if it had been broken into pieces, but I didn't expect the tomb robbery would be discovered."

"I realized at the time that this was a precious cultural relic worth three million US dollars, and now I had destroyed it. The crime of destroying cultural relics is probably more serious than tomb robbing itself."

"So I ran out with this thing overnight to see if I could find a way to fix it and then go back and turn myself in."

After Zheng Zong finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Yang eagerly.

The meaning is very clear, I hope he can help.

For someone who can imitate bronze ware, wouldn't it be easy for him to do the restoration work?
"As long as Boss Zhang can help fix it, I'll give you one million."

"Let's not talk about the one million thing for now."

"Now that I've repaired it for you, will you really go back and surrender yourself? You won't flee the country with the bronze artifact, will you?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Boss Zhang, you are insulting my intelligence."

"My real estate, cars, and savings are at least close to my goal. Even if I get sentenced to prison for tomb robbery, I can just serve a year or two and be released. These things are still mine."

“What will be left if you go abroad?”

It turns out that Mr. Zheng only has a small fortune.

Zhang Yang curled his lips in his heart.

No wonder he couldn't walk when he saw the antiques worth three million US dollars. Normally, for someone with a net worth of one hundred million, it would be considered impressive to be able to come up with five million in liquid funds.

This antique is said to be worth 20 million.

"What you said makes sense, but I don't really believe it."

"Then what should I do to make Boss Zhang believe in my sincerity?" President Zheng asked with his head lowered.

"You said you are rich, let's see your strength first."

Zhang Yang pointed to the eight pottery figurines in the yard.

"These are all prepared for you. Please take a look and see if you are satisfied. If you are, please pay me first."

(End of this chapter)