Chapter 92: Joining multiple media outlets to expose you

When Zhang Yang was driving home, he received a strange phone call on the road.

Seeing that the incoming call was from French Guiana, he couldn't help but frown.

Nowadays, these scam calls are getting more and more outrageous. They are simply popularizing world geography and taking you to know a small country every day.

Zhang Yang hung up without hesitation.

Less than half a minute later, the phone rang again, from the same number.

Hang up again.

The other side immediately called back.

"This fraudster is quite persistent."

"I guess if I don't let him give up, there will be no peace today."

Zhang Yang didn't rush to block him. He parked the car on the side of the road and decided to tease this fool.

The call is connected:
"Hey?"

"Mr. Zhang? Hello, I'm here to order calligraphy from you."

"Huh?" Zhang Yang felt a little strange.

When he was supplying goods to the customer in Linzhou, he communicated with the customer through private messages on the forum throughout the process and never revealed his mobile phone number.

Apart from this, he never said anywhere that he could imitate ancient calligraphy.

"Who are you? There is no one with the surname Zhang here." Zhang Yang pretended to be confused.

"no?"

"Aren't you the one who posted on the antique forum? The one who charges ten thousand yuan per word?" the other party asked in confusion.

"Are you from the forum? How do you have my phone number?"

"It's you, hahaha." The person on the other end of the phone was very happy to hear Zhang Yang admit it, "I paid the forum administrator to buy the phone number."

"I sent you a private message, but you didn't reply. I really can't help it."

Hearing that it was a customer, Zhang Yang replied very politely:
"I'm a little busy lately, sorry."

The other party knew that he was charging 10,000 yuan per word, but still found a way to call him. It was obvious that he was trying to give him money.

So the service attitude must be better.

"It's okay, it's okay, just give me a discount later."

"That's easy. I have a coupon here for 1000 off for every 10 words you spend. For every words you spend, I'll give you words for free. How about that?"

“……” There was silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mr. Client, are you still listening?"

"Hey?"

Zhang Yang glanced at his phone. The call was still going on, but there was no sound.

"Mr. Zhang, right?"

Suddenly, the person on the other end of the phone changed, from a middle-aged male voice with kidney deficiency to a female voice with a smoky voice.

"Yes, I am. Who are you?"

"Don't worry about who I am. Your imitation of Huang Tingjian's calligraphy is pretty good."

"Thank you for the compliment. My level is indeed quite good." Zhang Yang chuckled.

He thought that because he had helped someone imitate calligraphy before, word of mouth had spread in the circle.

Unexpectedly, the woman on the other end of the phone suddenly became ill and spat:
"Bah! What are you laughing at? Do you really think I'm praising you?"

"Did you auction your imitation of Huang Tingjian's calligraphy at the last East China Private Collectors Auction? You even sold it for 1000 million. You swindled so much money. Do you feel comfortable holding it in your hands?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Zhang Yang was a little surprised at first, thinking that something big was going to happen, but he quickly realized that he was worrying too much.

Although 1000 million is expensive, it is a very normal auction price, and he did not guarantee that the work submitted for auction was an authentic work of Huang Tingjian.

Auctions don't guarantee authenticity.

Even if we use some high-tech means to detect a problem, the person who would come to us should be someone from the auction, not someone from "French Guiana".

Looking at the way they make phone calls furtively, you can tell that they are also feeling guilty.

So just don't admit it and listen to what the other side says first.

"Pretending to be confused, huh? Haha, it seems you're still a habitual offender."

The woman sneered:
"You don't think we can do nothing to you, do you?" "Yes, Director Liao who came to you to buy calligraphy has been arrested, but think about it carefully, can two paintings that appear to be Huang Tingjian's authentic works appear at the same time really be hidden from everyone?"

"Director Liao? Who is that?" Zhang Yang asked puzzledly.

Could the customer who came to me to buy calligraphy be a big shot?
Because it is impossible for ordinary people to get themselves into jail just by buying a piece of calligraphy or painting. Now even people have to queue up to go to jail.

"Director Liao, he is the idiot who spent 30 yuan to buy a poem from you! If you still pretend to have amnesia, I will buy your chat history!"

"So, I've lost my clients again?" Zhang Yang murmured.

Wait, why do you say again?

It has nothing to do with me if they go in.

Zhang Yang asked confidently:

"That's true. What's the matter? Aren't we allowed to sell antique calligraphy and paintings now?"

"If you have something to say, just say it. If not, I'm hanging up. It's also quite expensive to call from French Guiana."

"It's very simple. Just write another piece of Huang Tingjian's calligraphy for us and give it to us for free. We won't mind it and will even keep it a secret for you."

"Free? How can you be so shameless?" Zhang Yang said sarcastically.

"What's wrong with having a big face? Did I eat your rice?"

After the woman angrily refuted, a man's voice came from the side, quietly reminding her:

"Wife, what he means is that your request is shameless."

"Who is shameless? Me?" the woman asked belatedly.

After realizing what was happening, he immediately yelled at Zhang Yang angrily:

"You are shameless, Mr. Zhang. You use fake goods to deceive people! You are the most shameless."

"Forget it, I can't explain to you what's going on in your brain."

Zhang Yang sighed helplessly:
"Give the phone to that guy just now."

"If you say one more word, this matter will be blown."

Zhang Yang's last words were effective, and the phone was quickly handed over to the man at the beginning.

The man was still rational, and he pretended to apologize to Zhang Yang right away:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang."

“It’s okay, some people really don’t understand the difference between antiques and fakes.

I ask you, you are blackmailing me, do you know that?
I charge 10,000 yuan for each character. If I write a few characters for you, the amount involved will start from three years. "

"Yes, that's right." The man answered honestly.

"But I think that writing a few words is easy for someone like you, so why be stingy?"

"If everyone knew that the 10 million yuan work was a fake, and the buyer who bought your work lost so much money in vain, wouldn't he be desperate to kill you?"

"But as long as you don't say anything and we don't say anything, who would know that there is something wrong with the word? Everyone is happy, how wonderful!"

After hearing the other party's reason, Zhang Yang also fell silent.

That makes some sense.

It is equivalent to providing after-sales service to the customer who spent 1000 million to buy you. Otherwise, if the matter was exposed by this couple, the price of the calligraphy would definitely be affected.

The buyer will be so angry that he will most likely sue me.

It doesn’t matter if he can’t win the lawsuit. As long as Zhang Yang appears in court, he will be exposed in public.

Then, Zhang Yang became famous? !

Create an account called "Reincarnation of Huang Tingjian" and live broadcast your writing to achieve financial freedom.

"I see. What you mean is that if I don't write for you for free, you will expose me, right?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Yes!" the man answered very affirmatively.

"That's great. Remember to find some good media. It would be best if you could contact China National Radio or Today's Comment. If that doesn't work, Lao Hu or Hong Yi will also work. You must expose me thoroughly."

“The title is “Shocking! Huang Tingjian’s human body was found at the Linzhou auction!””

"..."

On the other end of the phone, Zhang Yang was responded to by a long silence.

After asking several times without any response, Zhang Yang shrugged helplessly and hung up the phone.

He could only pray in his heart that the other party would do what he said.

(End of this chapter)