abnabooks Chapter 169 Are you panicking? Master Zhang
Chapter 169 Are you panicking? Master Zhang
Linhai City, Chentang Village.
A Wuling Hongguang van parked at the entrance of the village.
The fourth tomb robber walked in front, followed by Xiang Baotou and the other two team members.
Everyone wears a red safety helmet on their head.
Occasionally, villagers would pass by and ask them what they were doing. They would point to the logo on their hat and say:
"We are experts in designing transmission lines in the province. There is a high-voltage line passing through your side. Come and inspect it on the spot."
This explanation is quite convincing.
So even if they were standing next to the Zhang family's ancestral tomb from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, pointing at the surrounding terrain and marking the ground, no one would be suspicious.
The villagers just came to remind them that there were too many descendants of this ancestral tomb and hoped that their power lines could be kept as far away as possible.
The top few people used this method to determine the locations of three Ming and Qing tombs surnamed Zhang in one day, as well as the subsequent construction plan.
After finishing work, Laosi turned on Douyin as usual and used short videos to prepare meals.
While eating, he suddenly discovered a blind spot.
"Boss, I discovered a very serious problem. This Master Zhang, he doesn't broadcast live at night!"
No matter how arrogant the tomb robber is, he still works at night.
This is especially true for Xiang Bantou, a team that emphasizes safety.
"It's okay, let's go to his live broadcast room to give a preview." Xiang Xiangtou has already thought of a countermeasure: "Remember to use a trumpet to connect to the mic, use an overseas IP to circumvent the wall, and resolve the battle within fifteen seconds."
"Safety first."
The next afternoon, during the normal live broadcast, Zhang Yang was connected to a trumpet account that had just been registered.
The opponent did not show his face, but showed a Luoyang shovel in the camera.
"Friend Bao, the soil on your Luoyang shovel looks like it was just dug out not long ago?"
"Stop it, Azu, the live broadcast room is full of Jackie Chan."
[I haven’t shoveled Luoyang now, so I’m embarrassed to say that I’m a fan of Master Zhang]
[The soil shoveled in Luoyang is wrong, why is it not layered]
[If you layer it, it will really hit the grave]
"How can it be that the tomb that has just been explored is not fresh soil?" Old Eleven in the gang replied.
Hearing this, Zhang Yang took it for granted that Baoyou was doing the work.
Before he could answer the question, the other party suddenly spoke like Gatling and said a lot of words, and then hung up the phone.
"Master Zhang, we know that you are very tough in the background, but please don't be tough yet."
"Tonight at eight o'clock, if you can, start broadcasting. I'll show you what real tomb robbing is."
"If you don't dare to start broadcasting, forget it. In the end, it will be you who regrets it."
What the other party said sounded like a fight between elementary school students. Zhang Yang originally thought it would be over with a smile.
But the audience disagreed.
If he insists on broadcasting it at night, Lian Mai will see if it is really a tomb robbery.
It's Chinese Valentine's Day in the evening. For singles, idle time is idle. How can we not watch it when there is excitement?
"Okay, brothers, let's spend the evening together."
Zhang Yang agreed and started broadcasting on time in the evening.
Starting at 7:50, after chatting with Danmaku for ten minutes, the tomb robbers arrived as promised.
"Turn on the lights, brother!"
The other party's video screen was dark, and the only sound of someone's breathing was heard.
"Don't worry, come on, give me a light."
Soon, under the dim light, a gray-white tombstone appeared in front of everyone.
It says: [The Tomb of Zhang Taigong, the Minister of the Qing Dynasty]
"Let me go, are you really robbing graves?"
Zhang Yang glanced at the barrage and asked, are the Internet police here? Someone is serious here.
"Are you panicking? Master Zhang?" A sneer came from the other end of the video: "Is this your ancestral grave?"
"The minister's tomb, there are probably a lot of good things in it, hehe."
Hearing the other party's proud laughter, Zhang Yang was a little confused.
He pretended to be angry and said: "You really dare to dig up people's ancestral graves in front of tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast room?"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
"You never imagined that if you report tomb robbers every day, one day your ancestral grave will be dug up by us."
"Ha ha ha ha."
After the wild laughter, the tomb robber took the initiative to disconnect the microphone.
[It can’t really be Master Zhang’s ancestral grave, right?]
[I didn’t expect that the master’s ancestor was so rich and he was still a minister]
[It’s better to dig it yourself, now it will be easier for the tomb robbers]
[Teacher, don’t get angry, let’s call the police first]
Call the police?
Zhang Yang also wanted to call the police, but what would he say if he called the police?
This is not his ancestral tomb. China is so big. Where can we find it without relying on the Internet to locate it?
Also, the way the other party behaves looks like he is trying to take revenge on himself.
Zhang Yang was still murmuring in his heart when another application for wheat connection popped up.
A two-level trumpet with an unknown IP, the same as before.
After the call was connected this time, the other party had already turned on the lights.
"Are you trying to track the network? Sorry, you can't do it~" the tomb robber said angrily.
"Have you seen this copper stove? This is what you use to burn incense for your ancestors, right? I'll give it a fucking kick!"
The tomb robber did what he said and kicked the incense burner hard, but only a scream came from the result!
"ah!"
"Why the hell is this incense burner welded to the ground!"
Zhang Yang smiled and shook his head. This kind of person is hopeless.
"Let me remind you, this is really not my ancestral grave."
"Furthermore, [Giving a Minister] is an official who donates money to the deceased. It would look better if it was written on the tombstone, but it is not really a Minister."
"You want to lie to us now, it's too late!" The tomb robber said through gritted teeth: "Wait, in ten minutes, I will let you see your ancestor's burial objects."
"At that time, you can help estimate the price and see how much it can be sold for."
After saying this, Lianmai broke again.
At this time, the non-staff members in the live broadcast room couldn't hold back any longer.
Captain Liu from the Public Security Bureau called directly:
"Can't you chat with them for a while? Team Sun and the others can't position themselves so quickly!"
"I think so too, but their anti-reconnaissance awareness is really strong."
Zhang Yang was helpless. Although he was confident, the other party was so crazy that it was unreasonable not to go in.
"In that case, you tell us where your ancestral grave is, and we'll send someone to guard it."
Captain Liu came up with a solution that was not a solution. He could also see that these tomb robbers came for Zhang Yang.
It's probably the Xiang Boss mentioned before.
"I don't have an ancestral grave."
"That's bad." Captain Liu's tone became serious: "Other families named Zhang in our city are going to suffer."
"How about I tell them that my real name is Liu?" The more Zhang Yang thought about it, the more he thought it was funny: "It's normal for the anchor's real name and stage name to not match up. Maybe this will confuse them."
"This method is too dangerous for me."
Captain Liu didn't want to take risks, he still hoped that Zhang Yang could delay time.
He waited to contact the Cultural Relics Bureau. Ancient tombs with tombstones like this should be recorded.
"How to delay time?"
Before Zhang Yang could think about it, Lian Mai, the tomb robber, came again:
"Come on, Master Zhang, let's see what your ancestors were buried with."
The other party took out a blue and white wine flask, which was the same as used in ancient restaurants.
Zhang Yang ignored him and asked:
"Do your feet still hurt?"
"I'll show you something!"
"I just want to know, does your foot still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, please take a look first."
"Okay, don't kick the incense burner like that next time. Even if you don't hurt yourself, it's not good to kick it out and smash the flowers and plants!"
Zhang Yang was stuck on the verge of going berserk and stopped nagging.
He casually glanced at the wine bottle, his eyes widened immediately, he covered his mouth and said in surprise:
"Friend Bao, aren't you Yuan Qinghua?"
Happy holidays to everyone!