Chapter 1,110: This is a chamber pot

wo million"How could he not see that these people were brought here by those lab rats, clearly trying to swindle the money in his pocketBlackskin said: "Since you're so cool, just pay 6.2 million."Ye...Guishanhe nodded: "Old man thinks so too. This should be a nightlight cup passed down from the Tang Dynasty, indeed a treasure."

Having gained recognition from Gui Shanhe, Yuan Hang's expression grew increasingly smug.

But he was not satisfied with that. Since he had been right, he had to step on Ye Bufan, so that people could see that he was even better than this king.

Thinking about this, he turned to Ye Bufan and said: "Old classmate, you are the king of the Hall of Fame, worth billions, you must have a different perspective. Tell us and broaden our horizons."

He said so, but his face was full of sarcasm, and he was brimming with confidence.

This is the night light cup of the Tang Dynasty. Even a fairy wouldn't be able to come up with anything more impressive.

"After he finished speaking, he turned back and saw Pang Zilong: “Young Master Pang, you probably don't know this, but Mr. Ye’s identity is extraordinary. He’s a king in the Appraisal Center Hall of Fame, with an estimated net worth of over 10 billion."

This guy keeps bringing up Ye Bufan's wealth, he's doing it to belittle him and raise his own status.

"Is that so You're quite accomplished for your age."

Pangzi Long wore an expression of keen interest. "Mr. Ye, do you have any other insights you'd like to share with us"

Ye Bufan looked at Yuan Hang with a playful expression: "Are you sure you want to hear me"

"Of course."

Yuan Hang was full of confidence, even Gui Shanhe agreed with his words, not believing that the other party could cause any trouble.

"Then I'll just say it," Ye Bufan smiled faintly. "Your appraisal result just now is not only wrong, but terribly wrong, so wrong that it's laughable."

As soon as these words were uttered, the entire audience was taken aback, including Gui Shanhe who hadn't expected Ye Bufan to say such a thing.

He whispered, “Little brother Ye, aren't you mistaken This is indeed a nightlight cup passed down from the Tang Dynasty.”

"Haha..."

Yuan Hang burst into a smug laugh. The more the other party disagreed with him, the more wrong they were, and the harder he'd be able to slap them in the face later.

After laughing enough, he asked, "You said I was wrong. Could this be a fake, not a genuine antique"

Ye Bufan shook his head. "It's not a fake."

"Don't you think it's from the Tang Dynasty"

"The year is correct."

"That's not wrong either, nor is that wrong. I wonder where I went wrong"

Yuan Hang's face grew increasingly mocking.

"The mistake lies in the final judgment. It wasn't a luminous cup at all, just an urinal."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, the hall erupted in chaos again. No one expected him to give such a result.

"Holy crap, this is insane! This is obviously a nightlight cup, how could it possibly be a chamber pot"

"Who is this kid Saying that Pangda Shao's treasure is a chamber pot, doesn't he want to live"

"I think this young man is just courting attention, how is that possible"

Yuan Hang sneered, "Can you be any more ridiculous Grape wine in a luminous cup, the pipa urges me on immediately. I have ancient poetry to prove it."

"Ancient poems Those were written for night-light cups, not for your little chamber pot."

"Ye Bufan said, looking at Pang Zilong, "Young Master Pang, you have so many antiques here. I presume the club also has professional appraisers, right"

"We can have this analyzed for residue now, and get the results right away."

"You're right, I do have professional appraisers here."

Panzilong appeared extremely interested, waving his hand. Immediately, two professionals wearing white gloves walked onto the stage.

This luminous cup looks very clean, but there are still traces of the past in the pattern. After two people extracted it, they began to quickly identify it on a machine.

All present watched with bated breath, awaiting the final outcome.

One says it's a chamber pot, and the other says it's a nightlight glass. The difference is too big, I don't know who's right.

This kind of appraisal is not complicated and the results came out quickly.

The examiner stated: “After our professional examination, there are no traces of alcohol residue on this luminous cup. Instead, it contains various components such as ureas, which are similar to human excretions.”

"Our final conclusion is that this is a—chamber pot."

After the verdict was announced, the hall erupted in chaos once again.

"My God, this is too hilarious! It's really a chamber pot..."

"What kind of grape wine and luminous cup, this is too outrageous!"

"As expected of someone worth hundreds of billions, they could tell at a glance that this was a urinal. The gap between them and that guy is just too huge..."

"That little guy just used this cup, no, this urinal to drink water, it almost killed me laughing…"

For a moment, people whispered to each other, their eyes filled with ridicule when they looked at Yuan Hang.

Yuan Hang's face turned green. He never expected things to turn out this way.

Thinking about how he had just used a urinal to drink water, he felt incredibly nauseous and vomited into the nearby trash can. Guishanhe was first stunned, then excited, grabbing Ye Bufan's sleeve and asking, "Mr. Ye, how did you figure that out"

Ye Bufan chuckled and said, "Need I even look I can smell it from here."

He said that to disgust Yuan Hang, the guy. This kind of thing has been around for hundreds of years, so it's naturally lost its spice, but the filth is still there.

An ordinary person couldn't tell, but with a single sweep of his divine sense, he could see everything clearly.

"Mr. Ye, I truly admire you. If it weren't for you, an old man like me would have missed the mark."

Guishanhe bowed deeply to Ye Bufan, his eyes filled with admiration.

Panzilong's expression became extremely ugly. This bastard actually told himself he was the Nightlight Cup.

If it weren't for Ye Bufan pointing out that this was a chamber pot, I'm afraid I would have taken some wine back home and tried it with this thing. If word got out then, it would be a laughingstock!

At this point, he glared harshly at Yuan Hang, his eyes revealing his displeasure for all to see.

Yuan Hang's face turned ashen, his heart filled with hatred.

If it weren't for Ye Bufan, my annual salary would have doubled. If Ye Bufan hadn't said this was a chamber pot, I wouldn't have made such a huge blunder.

Thinking this way, his heart grew increasingly bitter, yet he completely forgot that all of this was the result of his own provocation.

Wanting to bring others down but failing, ultimately ending up disgraced.

"Someone, please take this chamber pot away."

Pang Zi Long waved his hand, and immediately a staff member stepped forward to remove the luminous night pot. Afterwards, they brought over a tray.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the second treasure prepared by our Tang family. Please take a look."

Then he removed the red silk from the tray, revealing a golden longevity lock.

"Everyone, can anyone identify what this is"

As he spoke, his gaze swept across the audience below. This time, it was completely different from before; there was a deathly silence.

After what just happened, it was clear to everyone that Ye Bufan's expertise in antiques far surpassed that of the others.

With so many people around, how could I possibly speak up casually What if I accidentally come up with another nightlight cup and chamber pot effect

Everyone present here is a prominent figure, no one can afford to lose face.

With such a thought in mind, no one dared to speak casually, including those experts in antique appraisal who all remained silent, quietly observing the longevity lock.

Yuan Hang gritted his teeth and stepped forward, saying, "Young Master, can I take a look" wanting to see if this young man would create another miracle.Ye Bufan carefully looked at the painting in his hand for a long time without speaking.Tian Sheng said triumphantly, “How is it Are you s...