Wang Xinyi came to the stage to protect her treasures and once again detonated the audience.
It wasn't until Lu Fei was about to lift the yellow satin that everyone's eyes temporarily turned away from Wang Xinyi.
The yellow satin was removed, revealing a mahogany box less than fifty centimeters long and fifteen centimeters wide.
Seeing the specifications of this box, the entire audience was instantly petrified.
"What the hell!"
"What kind of plane is Lu Fei doing?"
"What Yoshida took out was a Tang sword!"
"What the hell is this?"
"nonsense!"
"If he matches Yoshida, he must also be a sword!"
"Yarling!"
"Look at the size of this box. What kind of knife is so small? A pedicure knife?"
"Hiss——"
"Yes!"
"This box is too small. It's not even half as long as Yoshida Ohno."
"Isn't it possible that Lu Fei took the wrong one?"
Just when everyone was confused, Lu Fei came to the referee's seat with the box.
Open the box and a close-up shot will appear on the big screen.
Zhang Yanhe and other old guys saw this object clearly, and their reading glasses fell to the floor.
"puff."
"Isn't this Damascus knife from Taobao Fei?"
"How did this guy bring this thing up?"
"That's right, it's the Damascus knife he always carries with him."
"Last time at Fatty's place, this was what I used to peel apples."
"That time when we had a barbecue at his house, this was the same person who cut the meat."
"His uncle's rags fly."
"Why did he bring this thing up?"
"Are you having a seizure?"
"Although Damascus knives are rare, how can their value be compared with Tang knives?"
"Isn't this Zuo?"
"Wouldn't it be embarrassing if we didn't just admit defeat and bring this piece of shit to the stage?"
Although the old guys complain with their mouths, in their hearts they I was extremely nervous, and everyone was worried about Lu Fei.
But when Yoshida Ohno saw this Damascus sword, he laughed unscrupulously.
"Lu Fei, are you just using this thing to fool me?"
"Isn't this a knife?" Lu Fei asked.
"It's a knife, it's a knife."
"Hahaha."
"Killing me!"
"Lu Fei, are you at your wits end and want to use a Damascus sword to compete with my Tang sword? Are you okay?"
"You might as well just admit defeat!"
"Hey, don't embarrass yourself here."
"I don't care about your broken knife either."
"How about you just admit defeat and I'll make the decision and save you 100 million in compensation for the price difference?"
"To be honest, I really think about you."
"If you use this knife to compete with me, it's too cheap."
"Let's not talk about whether it is an insult to my Tang Dao. You are even sorry for your treasure-protecting beauty!"
"Hahaha."
"Yoshida, you seem to be very excited!" Lu Fei said.
"No, I'm not excited, I just can't hold back my laughter."
"I really didn't expect that you, a famous collector, don't even have a decent sword."
"If I had known this, I would have changed to other treasures this game."
"Lest everyone say that I am invincible!" Yoshida Ohno said with a wild laugh.
"Don't worry, no one will tell you anything."
"However, I would like to remind you, it is best not to be happy too early."
"Lest the emotional contrast be too great for a while and you won't be able to bear it."
Yoshida Ohno kept laughing wildly, and Bo John also sneered again and again.
"Mr. Lu Fei, you didn't take the wrong treasure, right?"
"I
We can give you time to change the treasure, but you should put this knife away!" Bo John said.
"I got it right, this is the treasure I played in the second round." Lu Fei said.
"Is this a Damascus knife?"
"how?"
"No?"
Looking at Lu Fei again, John Bo and the two island country referees almost laughed.
Wang Zhenbang and Guan Haishan blushed with shame.
"Okay, of course no problem."
"However, I still have to advise Mr. Lu Fei, you'd better not make such a joke." Kawasaki Furuyama said.
"Thank you, the referee, for reminding me. I wasn't joking."
"At the beginning of the 13th century, this is a pure Damascus knife. Please judge." Lu Fei said seriously.
Bojohn shrugged with a smile and pulled the box in front of him.
"All right!"
"Since Mr. Lu Fei is so sure, of course we have no objection."
After a casual glance, Bo John continued.
"After my appraisal, this knife is indeed a pure Damascus knife from the Thirteenth World."
The two island country referees were simpler. They didn't get started at all. They just looked at it and gave an affirmative answer.
Holden and Bill were a little more rigorous. They looked up, down, left, and right, then took out the scabbard and looked at it again. They also said it was genuine.
It was Wang Zhenbang's turn to take action. The old man looked at it again, and finally his eyes fell on the gold-stitched text in the middle of the handle.
"Um?"
"Xiaoguan, these seem to be Mongolian texts from the Yuan Dynasty!"
"Look, can you recognize it?"
"Mr. Wang, you are wrong."
"That's not Mongolian, that's ancient Latin."
"It's a short passage from the Koran, which means safe return," Bojohn said.
Wang Zhenbang waved his hand and said.
"The outer circle is ancient Latin writing. This I still know it."
"But the row of erroneous gold characters in the middle is indeed Mongolian."
Guan Haishan looked at it and said.
"Yes, this is indeed Mongolian from the Yuan Dynasty."
"It belongs to the second generation of Mongolian script and is different from modern Mongolian script."
"This is not my expertise, I don't recognize it."
"But it doesn't matter. Chifeng Museum Director Ji Chunshan is an expert in this field."
"He happens to be here today, how about we ask him to come up and translate for everyone?"
Bo John smiled and said.
"Dear Mr. Referee, do you think that is necessary?"
"Even if it's translated, it's just a Damascus knife."
“Not many Damascus knives from the 13th century survive.”
"But there are still 180 of them. This thing can't be compared with the Tang Dao."
"I think we can directly conclude that Mr. Yoshida Ohno won."
"As we all know, no matter what type of antique cultural relics, the value of objects with inscriptions must be several times higher than those without."
"You didn't even understand the words above, so you made a conclusion about this knife for me."
"It's so loose. Is it appropriate to do this?"
"Is this the attitude you should have as a referee?" Lu Fei said.
"you"
"What are you?"
"I now have serious doubts about your attitude and professionalism."
"I now need you to apologize for your previous irresponsibility."
"Otherwise, I can protest and disqualify you from being a referee." Lu Fei shouted.
"right!"
"Such a person is not qualified to be a referee at all."
"protest!"
"We seriously protest!"
The audience at the scene collectively yelled and protested angrily, and Bo John was immediately dumbfounded.