Chapter 158: It's not to sell the stolen goods
Returning to the place where he had stayed before, Xu Zhao looked towards the corner of the wall. The boss who was waving the rice leaf and cattail leaf fan was still there. The towel originally hanging around his neck had been soaked with sweat and was now twisted into a strand and placed in the corner of the stall.
"Sister Yici, that's the boss."
Fortunately, the boss hasn't closed down yet, otherwise Teacher Liu would have to mobilize his connections to check the surveillance footage one by one. Now he can save a lot of effort.
Following the direction of Xu Zhao's finger, Wu Yici looked over there and saw that there were indeed many cultural relics on his stall that she had only seen in photos.
Wu Yici excitedly ran to the stall owner and first picked up a glass jade cup.
Oh my god! This is the glazed fairy jade cup from the Qian Dynasty. It is pink all over and really beautiful!
This is a glass jar with gold-painted flower lid from Yan State. The blue-green body of the jar is decorated with gold-painted twined flower patterns. The strong color contrast looks beautiful!
There is also a three-legged hibiscus stone incense burner, which is crystal clear pink and has a beautiful color. The top of the lid is a round sculpture of a coiled dragon, and the outer wall of the lid is symmetrically carved with three sheep heads, with hollow holes on it to allow the smoke from burning incense to float out.
There were so many flowers that it was dazzling, and she was very happy to see every one of them.
Is this the ornamental object created by my extremely smart ancestors?
The stall owner was about to talk about the origins of these things, but after seeing the familiar figure behind Wu Yici, he immediately changed his words.
"Little girl, you were introduced by that girl, right? Take a look and see if there's anything you like. They're not expensive." The boss pointed at Xu Zhao behind Wu Yici.
Not many people stopped at his stall today, and only two people actually bought anything. Therefore, the boss had a deep impression of Xu Zhao.
"Yes, Boss, how are your profits today?"
Wu Yici asked indirectly how much these cultural relics were sold for.
The boss shook his head and fanned himself even faster.
"Only three were sold. They were bought by your friend and the boy who was with her."
Fortunately, no one else bought it, otherwise it would have been really out of control.
"Boss, can you not sell these things for now?" Wu Yici discussed with the boss, "My teacher will be here soon, can we wait for him to come and take a look?"
Even if Wu Yici had seen the list, some of them could match the photos. These were very likely the country's lost treasures, so they needed to be checked with utmost care. It would be better for her teacher to decide.
At that moment, Wu Yici sent her location to her teacher.
The boss didn't say whether he agreed or not, and didn't give a direct answer, but his attitude didn't matter. No one came to patronize at the moment, so they were all waiting, so it didn't make any difference.
I took some time out of my busy schedule today to sell these things, which is better than working in the fields under the scorching sun.
But it was getting late. In another hour, he should pack up and go back. If he was any later, he might miss the last bus back home.
While waiting, Wu Yici chatted with the boss and got a lot of information out of him.
Even the stall owner himself didn't know where these things came from. It was probably by chance that he dug them out from the land in his own yard.
But since they were dug out from his own land, they naturally belong to him and it is his business how he deals with them.
Even though Wu Yici was unhappy when she heard this, she didn't object, as things dug out from national land should of course belong to the country. What's more, these were cultural relics that the country had lost. But she didn't refute it and just waited for the teacher to come and explain to the boss.
Since the person has been brought here, Xu Zhao still has work to do, so he naturally won't stay here.
"Sister Yici, I'm going to go back and continue filming. I'll contact you when it's over."
"OK."
Wu Yici's eyes were always on the things on the stall. Whenever he saw something he liked, he would pick it up and examine it carefully. Even when Xu Zhao spoke, he just responded subconsciously. He probably didn't even know what she said specifically.
Xu Zhao has become accustomed to Wu Yici's expression when she sees cultural relics. She is completely focused on cultural relics, and the cultural relics on this stall are probably enough for her to stare at for a long time.
Of the three people on the other side, only Qiao Zhijing brought a cell phone. Xu Zhao and Qiao Zhijing turned on location sharing, and only then did they know where they were. He then quickly walked over to meet them.
They were not far from where they had just separated.
After Xu Zhao left, Tang Qianshuo took Jin Suiran and Qiao Zhijing for a walk, and randomly picked a stall to squat down.
"Brother Qiao, what do you think of this?" Tang Qianshuo picked up a bronze tripod at random and asked Qiao Zhijing beside him.
Before Qiao Zhijing could open his mouth to say that he actually didn't understand it at all, the stall owner began to tell the three of them the story of the tripod, which was nothing more than about someone or some emperor in ancient times using the tripod for sacrifices.
Qiao Zhijing had almost memorized it by heart, while Tang Qianshuo and Jin Suiran were listening with great interest, not realizing that these were just lies that every stall owner could come up with.
After much hesitation, the two of them decided to back out after hearing the price.
When Xu Zhao arrived, Tang Qianshuo and Jin Suiran finally bought an inconspicuous little thing at the stall. The price was right, but they didn't know whether it was real or fake.
After Xu Zhao returned to the team, Qiao Zhijing left his cameraman and turned off his microphone to ensure that the audience in the live broadcast room would not hear the sound.
"My snuff bottle and your small incense burner, are they of legitimate origin?"
Qiao Zhijing also spent the whole day shopping. Almost every stall owner took great pains to make up a story in order to sell the so-called cultural relics in their hands. Only the boss who sold things to them didn't tell any story.
In this place, being different from others is abnormal and problematic.
Many possibilities flashed through his mind, and he blurted out uneasily, "Are these things to be sold as stolen goods?"
As long as you can make money, it doesn’t matter how much you sell.
Xu Zhao shook his head and said soothingly: "It's not selling stolen goods, but the origins of those things are indeed not simple."
Since Qiao Zhijing had already guessed some of the problems, in order to prevent him from having wild thoughts, Xu Zhao simply told him what he had heard from Wu Yici.
After understanding the cause and effect, Qiao Zhijing's mind worked quickly and he quickly reacted, "Since these cultural relics were lost by the country, what should we do with the two we bought?"
"If not, I will hand this snuff bottle over to the state after the show is over."
Since it was the country's property, it was not easy for him to keep it privately. Moreover, the scene of him buying the snuff bottle was broadcast live to the entire network. Sooner or later, the country would know that this thing was in his hands. It would be better for him to hand it over honestly.
"Brother Qiao, the fame and status you have now are what you deserve."
Xu Zhao's sudden remark made no sense and left Qiao Zhijing at a loss for words.
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