When Ye Wan fell, hundreds of people in the audience were dumbfounded.
The people on the stage weren't doing much better either.
Except for Uncle Gui, who still looked calm and composed, the elders all looked at Ye Wan in confusion.
Then... even if it is a fake, it is still valuable if it can be imitated so well.
It's not worth hundreds of millions, but minus a few zeros, a lot of people will grab it.
Why did it fall?
The regret on Mr. Luo's face was clear, "Girl, you, you..."
The old man couldn't even finish his heartbreaking words. He just wished that there really was a space shuttle in this world that could allow him to go back a few minutes and grab it before Ye Wan dropped it.
Boss Dai stared at the clay fragments on the ground for a long time.
Looking at Ye Wan again, a bold idea came to mind.
"Little Leaf..."
Boss Dai breathed out softly, "Isn't the genuine product in your place too?"
???
Suddenly, things took a turn for the worse. The words that Mr. Nie and Mr. Chen had been talking about were exhaled, and they both looked at Ye Wan eagerly.
Ye Wan smiled slightly, "Sure enough, ginger is still spicy when old!"
With a crisp snap of her fingers, Ye Wan turned around and rushed behind the curtain and shouted: "A ghost?"
In front of everyone's attention, the curtain was lifted, and the ghost boy wearing white gloves came out holding a tray.
It was as if time had been pulled back a few minutes ago, and there was an identical Xijia plate on the tray.
If this was a live broadcast room, there must be a neatly arranged square of question marks above the Sihai Chamber of Commerce at this moment.
However this is not the case.
Therefore, the hundreds of people in the audience held their breath and held their voices in silence. At a glance, they looked like hundreds of dumb geese.
Wei Jinrong stared at the Xijia plate in the ghost master's tray.
How... how is it possible?
In the silence, Boss Dai was seen carefully holding the armor plate and looking at it.
A round pan with a shiny black body.
There are patterns carved on the outer wall.
There are inscriptions cast on the inner wall.
No matter how you look at it, it really can’t be true anymore.
Putting the armor plate back into the tray, Boss Dai leaned over and picked up a piece from the ground.
After looking at each other for a long time, he turned back to look at Ye Wan, "You... did this last week?"
"yes."
Ye Wan nodded.
In the hall, clanging sounds came and went.
Someone was so shocked that he dropped his stool.
It caused a lot of excitement around him.
No one expected that the Western Zhou Dynasty armor plate that the famous Third Master Wei saw was actually from last week.
Looking at Ye Wan again, his eyes were filled with shock.
Wei Jinrong stared at Ye Wan, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
How could he regard a fake as genuine?
Absolutely impossible!
However, the facts are before our eyes.
After Boss Dai read it, Mr. Luo and several other old men gathered around, wearing gloves and holding a magnifying glass to carefully identify it.
"Dai Lao, this armor plate costs 200 million, right?"
"Two hundred million is the price a few days ago, right? After today, the price can't be doubled again, right?"
???
Should it be doubled or doubled?
Everyone in the audience asked in their hearts.
Jiang Yanchi became a puppet.
First, the Xijia Pan, which cost hundreds of millions, was smashed by Sister Wan before I could even take a breath.
My brain hasn’t reacted yet, it’s really coming out.
It's finally come to mind. These old men asked for 200 million, but they still have to double it?
The ups and downs of a heart are like riding a roller coaster. Jiang Yanchi felt that this cliff was the most exciting day for him in the past 21 years.
Ever since he followed Sister Wan through the door of Sihai Chamber of Commerce, his heartbeat has never dropped below 180, okay?