Ye Wan stepped forward, pulled the backrest of the chair and put it on the ground, then squatted in front of the chair.

I touched the seat and fiddled with it for a long time, and somehow a piece of wood slipped out from under the chair.

Only then did everyone realize that there was something else hidden in the chair.

The chair seat with mortise and tenon structure is like a small drawer. When it is opened, the objects inside will surprise everyone.

A piece of cowhide chess record.

Below the chessboard, a set of chess pieces carved from huanghuali wood are neatly arranged.

???

Is this something that can be seen with the human eye?

The people in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment.

On the stage, the blind Gui Bo laughed particularly happily, "Old Chen, I admit defeat!"

"I'm convinced. I'm convinced. Is that ok?"

A moment ago, I was still immersed in the joy of successfully finding a bargain, but in the blink of an eye, the joy became a favor to others.

Old Master Chen angrily put the cowhide chess manual back into the drawer and told Ye Wan to put it back as it was.

Then, he raised his hand and pointed at the two Chen family servants who were carrying the chair behind him, "Carry it to the backyard for you, Boss."

When Mr. Chen first received the chair, he asked Uncle Gui to come and see it.

Although Guibo is blind, his heart is still bright.

After feeling it from top to bottom, Guibo seemed to have an idea in his mind and said bluntly that the chair was not valuable and there were other valuable things on the chair.

Mr. Chen saw the thousand-year-old agarwood and the relief painting.

But what he didn't expect was that the relief painting was not carved on the chair, but embedded into the finished product.

I never expected there was something fishy going on with the chair.

And all this, Gui Bo said only two words at the time, "More than that."

Just these two words made this chair a bargaining chip, and at this moment, it was clearly lost to Guibo.

Mr. Chen is willing to accept defeat.

"This round, do you have any disagreements?"

Uncle Gui looked around and saw that apart from the energetic Mr. Luo who said "No", Mr. Chen seemed to be still angry. He didn't say a word but just tapped with his cane to express his attitude.

The other old man, Mr. Nie, looked at Ye Wan with a smile from beginning to end, as if she was his beloved granddaughter.

Guibo: ...

Audience: ???!!!!

When Nie Jinming and Wei Jinrong came on stage, everyone in and out of the stage fell silent.

As soon as Guibo raised his hand, the young man from the Chamber of Commerce brought up a jar of pickles.

The jar was placed on the ground, and it made a slight tinkling sound as it hit the bluestone floor.

When the jar was displayed in front of everyone, someone immediately exclaimed "Wow".

When I first saw the shiny black, open-mouthed, fat-bellied jar, I subconsciously thought it was a good thing.

I can't tell what's so good about it.

Anyway, I just feel it’s good.

The mouth of the jar is mottled, but the inside is smooth and even, as if it has been rubbed frequently and has been patinated.

If this wasn't a good thing, who would take it out and rub it carefully from time to time?

"It looks like a bronze tripod used for clan sacrifices during the Ming Dynasty..."

"Ming Dynasty? It looks more like the Qing Dynasty to me!"

The people in the audience were still wondering which dynasty this good thing came from.

Then Nie Jinming and Wei Jinrong said in unison, "It's fake."

???

Everyone in the audience was bewildered.

Gui Bo smiled and said, "Okay, then tell me, when will the holiday end?"

"It looks like last week to me."

Nie Jinming said jokingly, then walked forward and squatted in front of the jar to look at it.

After reading it, he did not forget to put the jar upside down to look at the square seal on the bottom.

After just one look, Wei Jinrong's face turned dark.

(End of this chapter)