Chapter 820 You are not Rogge, who are you?

Ning Fan stood up and attracted everyone's attention.

"Why are there people from Xia?"

"Mason, he actually hangs out with the Xia people?"

"How did you meet a treasure hunter?"

…

Someone in the crowd recognized Mason, but they didn't know Ning Fan's information.

Only No. 2 and Hughes looked unfriendly, but in front of so many people, Ning Fan wasn't worried about what they would do.

"please."

Naturally, the appraiser of the Adams family would not stop someone from showing off his treasure and invited Ning Fan to come forward.

Ning Fan gave the car key: "It's in the trunk."

After much trouble, Wang Duoyu took someone to carry it over.

Covering it with red cloth can be considered festive and mysterious.

Number 2 and Hughes frowned.

"Is it that thing?"

"Probably."

The two briefly reached a consensus.

"Do you know what it is?"

"Know something."

The two exchanged information, but it was all content they knew, and they didn't get to the point at all.

The banquet guests in the audience couldn't help laughing when they saw this statue.

"Isn't it? This statue is also a good thing?"

"Wood carvings, how many years can this last? We have bronze and marble carvings, how can this be used to embarrass someone?"

"I've only seen Eastern carvings made of copper and gold, but this is the first time I've seen carvings made of wood. It's interesting."

“It’s really rare to see carvings other than Buddha statues and animals.”

The voice wasn't too loud, but he didn't hold back either. He was speaking specifically to Ning Fan.

"Your ignorance cannot cover up the preciousness of this thing. It will only make you look like uncivilized monkeys... No, monkeys may know more respect than you."

Ning Fan looked around the entire room. The sounds in the room gradually disappeared, and there was no movement at all.

"It can be identified."

An appraiser from the Adams family came forward to carefully examine the statue of Huo Ding and his wife.

"Sir, please forgive us for being frank. This is just an ordinary wooden gilded silver statue. It is no more than a thousand years old and cannot be considered a valuable treasure."

"Is it?"

Ning Fan smiled slightly.

"It's really not surprising that your eyes can't recognize this. Bring me a stick of incense."

"Scent? What is that?"

The Adams family appraiser was stunned on the spot.

"Ask Roger Adams, he'll definitely know."

The appraiser and other guests were all shocked when Ning Fan called the owner of the family by his first name.

"How can such a trivial matter alarm the patriarch of the Adams family?"

"I think this Xia man is here to cause trouble!"

"Get out of this elegant occasion, what kind of art do these Xia people know!"

The crowd was furious, and Ning Fan laughed out loud.

"Art? If the art you are talking about is so ignorant and despicable, then your art is really..."

Ning Fan suddenly paused and tapped a few times with his fingertips: "But considering your poor history, three hundred years is not even as long as these works of art, so it's not surprising."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and heads of all colors stood up.

"Uncivilized people, no matter how you talk about art, monkeys who can use weapons know art better than you."

"Mr. Ning!"

The butler of the Adams family came forward to stop him from continuing to speak.

"If you still want to continue to participate in the Liangbao Dinner, I hope you will behave differently after receiving the incense, otherwise..."

The butler didn't say anything, but his eyes clearly revealed his thoughts.

The bodyguard behind him was touching his waist, ready to draw his gun and shoot at any time.

"Master Ning!"

Wang Duoyu wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Ning Fan's gaze.

"Here comes the incense!" Ning Fan took a box of incense sent by the butler and said casually: "You may have heard of Xia Guo Kung Fu, but you may not have heard of another more important thing. Today I will teach you, Xia Guo Kung Fu.

National magic."

"fashion?"

The Stars and Stripes people in the audience repeated these words in a daze, forgetting to pay attention to Ning Fan's movements.

The Freelance Stonemason's Appraiser No. 2 and Hughes Adams stared intently at Ning Fan. There was even a window in the castle behind him that opened the heavy curtains, and a bright light flashed through the telescope lens, nailing Ning Fan.

The flames danced, and the simplest sandalwood incense exuded a slightly pungent smell.

Ning Fan held three incense sticks and started to move around Huoding's parents-in-law in a very special posture.

People who didn't understand frowned, not understanding what Ning Fan was doing.

The three eyes were filled with confusion but they were reluctant to look away.

Wang Duoyu, the only one who understood, suppressed his blush and almost laughed out loud.

"The eighth set of radio gymnastics decomposition moves! It's really six times!"

Ning Fan did it again as if there was no one around, stopped his movements using the most standard Tai Chi hand-retracting pose, and inserted three half-burned incense sticks in the middle of the statue of Huoding's parents-in-law.

The pot on the stretcher suddenly vibrated, and there was a slight sound of metal collision. A cyclone actually appeared on the pot, causing the clothes on the statue to flutter.

"I bought it!"

"Hiop! Hiop!"

"Watts messing with Falk?"

A commotion sounded, and everyone froze on the spot.

"Now, you can re-evaluate this item."

Ning Fan smiled and let go.

The three incense sticks were broken, and the ashes fell, white and pure, and scattered in the air.

"We will!" Several appraisers nodded seriously, and their familiar voices sounded in the earphones: "Passed."

After briefly going through the process of the second appraisal, Ning Fan also sat on the stage, side by side with Hughes and the appraiser.

"What a coincidence, it's always you." Ning Fan specially greeted.

But in the ears of the other two people, the sound was very strange.

"how old are you?"

"Is age important?"

Ning Fan shrugged and did not answer this black humor that only Xia people understand: "Maybe."

At the long table, Wang Duoyu secretly clenched his fists and winked at Ning Fan.

"I know you can do it, Master Ning. If you need anything, just make a signal at any time!"

Beside the seats, other people who witnessed Ning Fan being treated with courtesy also gave him their business cards and said some words of friendship.

Wang Duoyu handled this kind of situation with ease, and they became one with each other in no time. Even after changing the wine glass in his hand more than a dozen times, he still didn't look drunk. However, there was a lot of alcohol smell emanating from the sleeves and hem of his suit, and there was still wine dripping when he walked.

"Three of you, the master of the house invites you."

On the stage, the appraiser bowed to invite.

Ning Fan looked at Wang Duoyu and wagged his fingers casually.

This means in the agreed upon code that everyone should act independently without waiting.
To be continued...