[Live broadcast] [Treasure Appraisal] [High-end orders exceeding 10,000, don’t worry about entering the pit]

Zhang Yang is a bachelor's degree student in history, and while working part-time, he is packaged as a master of live broadcast treasure appraisal.

The company originally just wanted him to help maintain an account and bring goods, but slowly realized that there was something wrong with this young man. How could he be so impressive?

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Netizen: "Teacher, please show me this bracelet. I bought it for five hundred yuan."

Zhang Yang: "Here, take a look at it under natural light... Brother, this is a beer bottle, made of glass!"

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Netizen: "Teacher, can you help me look at this?"

Zhang Yang: "This is a cloth coin (Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period). Where did you get this from?"

Netizen: "We dug it out from the soil, and we have more than ten kilograms here."

Zhang Yang: "Oh, that's good. It should take five or six years to start."

Netizen: "What? I'm a bit stuck. I didn't hear what you said clearly."

Zhang Yang: "Don't worry, it's a small matter, this is the Internet police chasing your IP!"

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Please collect and read the new book. The protagonist no longer works for others ≥﹏≤

The mages who call upon the old gods, the knights who inherit the bloodline, long for the glory of yesterday;

The noise of steam engines and the roar of cannons indicate the direction of the future;

Anson, who is living in this world, embarks on a path that has never been imagined;

In the ashes of the old world...he will be crowned king!

In the rolling steam, steel and gears play the strongest melody.

The trains speeding on the railway tracks, the airships flying under the sun,

The secret medicine of the New World, the strange method of the ancient continent.

This is a strange world full of mystery.

Horst is a man who is very afraid of death.

Traveling into this dangerous world full of death, he felt a lot of pressure.

For this reason, he decided to change himself.

Let yourself die a few more times.

Once you get used to it, you won't be afraid anymore.

Steel thorns grow on the ground, the roar of gears resounds across the sky, black smoke obscures the sky, hot steam flows rapidly in the pipes, the super analysis machine and the password card make a subtle whisper, and the blazing white light composes here Following the annual rings of the times, the red fluid is here to restrain the throat of fate, the justice of bolts and rivets, the authority of caliber and range, the steel is roaring, and the sword neighs.

"There are rumors that your rise to power was entirely dependent on kneeling down and licking Her Majesty the Queen. What is your comment on this?"

One day in the 21st century, a reporter from "Wizard's Prophecy" interviewed the newly promoted Holy Son of the Holy See, Andy Hall.

"I don't want to judge."

Faced with the question, Andy answered without changing his face, "Because that's the truth."

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Note 1: The protagonist does not lick the dog

Note 2: The layout is flowing. The plot in the first twenty chapters is all foreshadowing. It is not depressing or cliche. The protagonist is invincible. The following chapters will explain it in sequence.

"Imagine we live in a world where people face a white wall their entire lives..."

"But only a few geniuses can glimpse the vast world outside the wall and enjoy colors that mediocre people can't even imagine in their lifetimes?"

"Ah yes, that's what I'm saying, they're all dead or crazy."

With the extraordinary as the basis and the sequence as the framework, the source power is ignited and the source energy gray mist is spewed out.

The roar of steam resounds throughout the entire era!

Deep in shadows and undertows.

Countless greedy, twisted, polluted, and distorted eyes are coveting this roaring new world.

The world is starting to get lively!

And a certain wizard was quietly hiding in the corner.

"I love growing up!"

"Then, what's going on with these demon king's heads and evil god's bones?"

"I told you, I like to grow, and this is the consequence of hindering my growth!"

God is creating a legend! ! ! ! !

We need a little faith to give people a backbone, and some man-eating demons to make the big guys fight!

Add a little love...add a little hate...rebellion, and impulsiveness.

Finally, a familiar protagonist is inserted, and his personality needs to be a little dark, otherwise it will be boring.

Grass... too much!

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So, in an alley on the street in London, Sherlock slowly walked out of the shadows with his head in hand, blood dripping down his spine on the ground, tick, tick, tick.

Great, now the killer has been solved.

The next difficult problem is to prove that the murderer is the murderer.