Qi Donglai returned the sapphire in his hand to its place, and directly waited for Uncle Feng to announce him as the champion.
At this moment, Uncle Feng's face darkened. From initial anticipation, it slowly turned into disappointment, as if he had eaten a hundred bitter gourds.
The crowd fell silent…
Uncle Feng composed himself and looked at the younger generation still waiting for the answer: "It seems you are destined to be without this treasure."
As soon as these words were spoken, the guests erupted like a frying pan: "What?! Even Qi Donglai, a senior ten-year appraiser, failed?"
Some people gloated, feeling very smug: "Hey, not just an appraiser, but also a genius with ten years of antique experience!"
At this moment, Qi Donglai became the butt of everyone's jokes: "What kind of bullshit senior appraiser? His certificate of qualification was probably bought with money! A genius in the antique world, I'm afraid he's just a buffoon!"
Qi Donglai felt as if he had eaten a hundred piles of excrement. He was furious. No one had ever dared to question his abilities, let alone in front of so many esteemed guests.
He refused to be reconciled: "Impossible! Something must have been mistaken. My judgment is independent and incisive. Its craftsmanship, origin, and price are absolutely correct. Something must have been overlooked!"
Uncle Feng reprimanded him with a stern face: "Qi Donglai, what? Are you questioning me?"
Qi Donglai felt an inexplicable aura emanating from him, and he shivered: "No... I dare not!"
Qi Donglai backed down. He had no choice but to admit defeat, even contemplating calling Professor Madbang in Guilaoguo.
Mingzhi Tian yawned: "So boring…"
Then he said to Fan Miaomiao, who was watching intently, "Miaomiao, I'm leaving. You continue."
Fan Miaomiao replied: "This is quite interesting. Aren't you staying a bit longer?"
Mingzhi Tian shook his head, indicating he had no interest in staying longer.
However, Xiao Hong was very curious about the counterfeit sapphire and couldn't help but ask, "Big Brother, this gemstone is so bright and pretty."
Mingzhi Tian casually replied: "It's just a broken stone, what's so good about it? Let's go."
As he was about to leave, someone nearby couldn't stand it: "Where did this country bumpkin come from? A hick, never seen the world! Calling it a broken stone?"
Soon, someone spread the word: "What? A broken stone? Who said that?"
Someone chimed in: "It was that brat with the kid."
At this moment, Uncle Feng's eyes widened. He looked around for Mingzhi Tian, and Qing Kong Yue Zhang stood up excitedly.
Those who were unaware gloated: "Look quickly, Director Qing is furious. That kid is finished, completely doomed!"
Soon, Uncle Feng found his target, and to everyone's disbelief, with a "whoosh," he was in front of Mingzhi Tian and Xiao Hong.
Mingzhi Tian asked in confusion: "Is there something?"
Uncle Feng scrutinized him from head to toe: "May I ask, young man, whose son are you? I don't recall seeing you before."
A faint smile touched Mingzhi Tian's lips: "I'm not."
Uncle Feng blocked his path, and Mingzhi Tian became displeased: "A good dog doesn't block the road."
Under normal circumstances, Uncle Feng would have already taken action, but now, he did not.
Instead, he smiled and said: "I mean no harm. I'm just curious, how did you know?"
Mingzhi Tian chuckled: "Know? Does it even require looking? Could the real Bìlán Bìyàn be replaced by a broken stone? Even if it's a fake, a broken stone is still a broken stone. What a colossal joke."
"What? It's called Bìlán Bìyàn?" Uncle Feng, upon hearing the name, felt as if he had fallen into the universe, speechless.