Yang Zhengyu held his mobile phone and faced the live broadcast room. He said: "Brothers, the first thing you can confirm is that this is agarwood. Give me a wave of 666."

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The village head near Nanzhen Temple.

It was crowded at this time.

Just now, everyone gathered at the old village chief’s house.

But that courtyard can’t accommodate that many people.

So everyone moved to Darong Village at the head of the village.

There is a cool breeze here.

The signal is also good.

Liu Laoer looked at his phone and said in disbelief: "How is that possible? It's obviously ordinary wood, how could it be agarwood?"

"It's impossible that I don't understand agarwood." He said and looked at others, trying to find some support in their eyes.

But everyone laughed.

"We just said, this thing must be good. Otherwise, people wouldn't come here to buy it."

"Yes, the person who picked up the leak must have a reason."

Liu Laoer blushed and said: "It seems that he really missed it. Yu Tiedan, you have suffered a big loss."

Everyone laughed at Yu Tiedan, "Who told you to believe him? He will probably earn three million this time."

"Do you know what three million means? It's enough to feed your family for a lifetime."

"At that time, you can buy a house in the city and treat your father's illness."

"What a pity, you shouldn't trust these outsiders."

"He must have lied to you."

Everyone was talking in a flurry of words, making Yu Tiedan's face turn red.

Yu Tiedan originally believed in Yang Zhengyu, but he couldn't stand the crowd.

He is just a child, and his will is not as strong as an adult.

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Yu Tiedan wiped away his tears and stopped talking.

There was only laughter from the crowd at the end of the village.

In the live broadcast room.

Yang Zhengyu turned to ask Liang Tutu.

"Then how much does Liang Bo say this thing is worth?"

Liang Tutu thought to himself: "How could I know?"

He specializes in literature and entertainment.

There are many types of collectibles. In theory, anything valuable can be used as a collectible.

Masters of treasure appraisal all have specializations in their craft.

You can say that you have everything you need to know about your major.

When it comes to things you don’t understand, it’s as if there’s a mountain between them.

So I don’t know how to identify this agarwood beam.

However, he is now Li Yonglong's chief disciple.

In the future, those who want to be doctoral supervisors cannot show the flaws in their knowledge about things they don’t understand.

Besides, he has been traveling in the world of treasure appraisal for a long time and has heard a lot about it.

He cleared his throat and said: Then he asked Yang Zhengyu very cautiously: "Brother Yu, why don't you forget it and don't talk about it here?"

Yang Zhengyu said: "Tell me, just say whatever you want. My live broadcasts have always been about the real thing."

Yang Zhengyu doesn’t care.

Even if it is worthless, he dares to let everyone know.

Even if the system goes wrong, his purpose of helping Yu Tiedan can still be achieved.

So it doesn’t matter.

Seeing Yang Zhengyu's firm gaze, Liang Tutu thought for a moment and said:

"I know a little bit, but of course I'm not an authority on this. I feel like this is only worth about 100,000."

"Ah? Liang Bo, is it true?"

The two staff members working next to them were instantly eclipsed.

Didn’t you just say it was agarwood? Why is it so worthless?

They are not from the collecting industry, so they don’t know much about these things.

He looked at Yang Zhengyu for a moment.

The look in his eyes gradually took on a melon-like look.

I heard that Yang Zhengyu spent 300,000 yuan on these things.

Then wouldn’t he have suffered a big loss now?

But seeing Yang Zhengyu’s expression, he was very calm.

They thought about it and felt it was strange.

Yang Zhengyu's expression is very normal, and he doesn't look anxious at all.

It seems like losing money is none of his business.

The students who were watching Yang Zhengyu's live broadcast took a deep breath when they saw this scene.

"It's a big success, I said Yang Zhengyu will not always be successful." Wang Fengyuan was smug.

He Cong, who was next to him, took a sip of iced black tea and looked very confident, "Yeah, no one can be a victorious general, especially Yang Zhengyu, it just depends on luck. I told him that something will happen to him one day, you guys

I still don’t believe it.”

Li Yan was very disgusted when she heard that.

She said: "I didn't see you two when I made the donation yesterday, and now you are here making irresponsible remarks. You are really good at making sarcastic remarks."

Wang Fengyuan was very proud. He said: "Donate, then I will definitely leave. Yang Zhengyu is using your money as a favor. I will definitely not help him."

He Cong's face was a little red. He wanted to give money at that time, but Wang Fengyuan held him back.

Before the person could react, he had already been pulled away from the crowd. He Cong used to be the richest man in the class. If this kind of thing usually happened, he would definitely take out three or five big red bills.

This time it is indeed a bit embarrassing.

Now that I can regain my face, I can only cover up my affairs by ridiculing Yang Zhengyu.

He Cong said: "I knew he had bad intentions this time. On the surface he was doing charity, but in fact he just wanted to pick up the slack. The money given by everyone was just used by him."

The two of them were overwhelmed by Yang Zhengyu earlier.

Now they finally caught them once, and Yang Zhengyu failed to pick it up.

The two people's faces were filled with pride.

Zou Xiaolong was still at the scene and said, "What do you mean? Don't talk about Brother Yu in front of me."

"Why, can you still beat me?" He Cong was not afraid at all, "If I can't deal with Yang Zhengyu, I can't deal with you either."

These words made Zou Xiaolong so angry that his face turned red and he almost rolled up his sleeves and started a fight with them.

The village next to Nanzhen Temple.

Under the big banyan tree at the end of the village.

Yu Tiedan looked at his phone, feeling a little at a loss.

"It turns out this one is worth over 100,000 yuan, so have I earned it?" His expression was somewhat incredulous.

The old village chief smoked a cigarette and said, "It's hard to say this time. The old horse stumbles sometimes. That young man is a character."

Liu Laoer said smugly: "I told you that piece of wood was worthless, but no one believed me. Just look at how much he lost when he bought it back, a total loss of 200,000 yuan."

Someone next to him reminded him: "But even this is still worth 100,000."

This is really a matter of not picking up the pot.

When Liu Laoer heard this, his expression immediately froze. He changed his expression and said angrily: "It's none of your business, you understand or I understand."

Everyone laughed when they heard it.

The old village chief said to him: "You Liu Lao Er, what others say is wrong. You can't talk like this."

Everyone laughed at him: "Liu Laoer didn't see you buying it for 100,000 yuan."

For a moment, cheerful laughter sounded in the village.

In the live broadcast room, Yang Zhengyu turned around and said: "Is the appraisal finished?"

Everyone nodded.

Yang Zhengyu turned back and asked the audience in the live broadcast room, "The hot search said that I lied to other people's children. Do you think I lied to them?"
Chapter completed!