There was a coldness in Liucheng's eyes. Ye Fan didn't come back within the stipulated time. It was obvious that he had lost. In this way, he was the winner.

Thinking of dealing with Ye Fan, Liucheng couldn't conceal his excitement.

But at this moment, Ye Fan's figure slowly stood up from the corner.

"I've been resting here for a while, Liucheng, I really disappoint you."

With a smile on his lips, Ye Fan walked over slowly.

He was indeed squatting in the corner, but he had not really finished shopping. On the contrary, he had just determined what he needed.

Seeing that Ye Fan came out at the last moment, Liucheng felt unwilling, but with so many people watching, there was nothing he could do.

"Ye Fan, stop being so mysterious. I don't believe you can defeat me just by buying a jewelry box. Today, I will convince you that you lost."

He definitely would not let Ye Fan lose easily, but would enjoy the process of torturing Ye Fan.

"Young Master Liu is so sure, I'm really looking forward to seeing if the scrap metal in your hand is worth anything."

Ruined metal? Ye Fan has already made up his mind. Anyway, it will not pay to make him angry.

Sure enough, when he heard Ye Fan's name, Liucheng almost lost his breath with anger, his face became gloomy, as if he could drip water.

His eyes were filled with anger, and even his body was trembling slightly.

"Ye Fan, you deserve to die."

Gritting his teeth, Liucheng squeezed out these words from the depths of his throat.

"You talk too much nonsense, please show me the truth."

Ye Fan placed the jewelry box in his arms on the table in front of him.

In order to make it easier for everyone around to identify, Liu Piaoxu specially borrowed a table from the side.

The iron sword bought by Liucheng and the jewelry box bought by Ye Fan were both placed on the table at this time.

After just a brief glance, Liu Piaoxu frowned.

What the hell is Ye Fan doing? Does he know anything about antiques?

The jewelry box is a modern handicraft at first glance.

The double doors may have English letters on the surface. Judging from the style and style, they are undoubtedly from the Republic of China period.

Although the iron sword Liucheng bought was already rusty, it was at least a thousand years old.

Just looking at the age, Ye Fan has already lost more than one step.

Shaking his head, his little interest in Ye Fan gradually dissipated.

Liucheng burst out laughing: "I thought you were capable? It turns out that you are just a loser. How dare you use an object from the Republic of China period to make a big statement? It's really ridiculous. Today, I will let you lose."

I am convinced."

With excitement all over his face, Liucheng seemed to have seen the scene of Ye Fan kneeling in front of him, begging for mercy.

Ye Fan was calm, his expression was calm, and he glanced at Liucheng lightly.

But, that look was like looking at a fool.

"Hurry up and identify it. I don't have time to accompany fools to fool around here."

Ye Fan said coldly.

Liucheng snorted coldly, stepped forward slowly, took out the sandpaper he had prepared, and began to polish the iron sword.

As the iron filings continue to fall, the true face of Mount Lu is gradually revealed.

The iron sword, which was originally half a meter long, was now polished to the size of a palm.

The inscriptions on it have been polished off long ago, leaving only the sword body glowing with silver light, and the hilt has been polished clean due to the corrosion of time.

There were well-informed people around who had already stepped forward and looked at the iron sword carefully.

"Judging from the texture, it should be copper, six, and four iron. The Yuan Dynasty used this ratio to make weapons. From this, we can judge that this sword belongs to the Yuan Dynasty. Since there is no inscription, we can only rely on the value of the sword.

Let’s estimate it, it’s about 10,000 yuan.”

"This sword cost 800 yuan. It is valued at 10,000 yuan, and the profit is 9,200 yuan."

An old man held his beard and said calmly.

"Who is this person?"

Seeing the old man's vow, Ye Fan couldn't help frowning and asked Sun Yilang in a low voice.

But Sun Yilang lowered his voice: "The great steward of the ghost market, Mr. Cao, known as the ghost-eyed fortune teller, in the ghost market, his words are the rules, no one dares to refute, and what he does is fair and just, and there is no doubt about it.

"

Ye Fan nodded. He didn't expect the Liu family to be so particular. They even invited the big housekeeper of the ghost market.

However, what the old man said makes sense. This sword is indeed from the Yuan Dynasty, and it should have come from the royal family.

Because on the hilt of the sword that had just been polished off, Ye Fan could clearly see a faint dragon pattern.

With thousands of years of history in China, no matter which dynasty or generation, the dragon pattern is the exclusive pattern of the royal family. Ordinary people, even the most powerful ministers, have no right to use it.

In this way, Mr. Cao has underestimated the value of this sword.

"now you."

Liucheng was aggressive, looked at Ye Fan and said coldly.

"Is there any point in comparing this? This jewelry box is just a decoration at best. I don't know if it's worth a thousand yuan."

"Isn't this guy just trying to make a joke? Are you too embarrassed to bring out items from the Republic of China period?"

"The Liu family will definitely win, no doubt about it."

There were constant discussions around him, all of which were ridiculing Ye Fan.

Only Ye Fan looked calm and shook his head lightly.

These people are just outsiders, follow the wind and have short-sightedness, but they like to pretend to be knowledgeable.

I really don’t know what confidence they have to say such things.

Mr. Cao glanced at Ye Fan and shook his head helplessly, but he still stepped forward to pick up the jewelry box and inspected it carefully.

After a few minutes, he put the jewelry box down: "The jewelry box from the Republic of China period is of average quality and extremely ordinary. In this ghost market, this kind of jewelry box should be the lowest-grade item. The market price is two hundred yuan."

Two hundred dollars?

After hearing Mr. Cao's words, everyone around him burst into laughter.

Liucheng even laughed proudly: "It seems that the outcome has been decided, and it's time to cash in on the bet."

He had already thought of no less than a dozen ways to torture Ye Fan in his mind.

But at this moment, Ye Fan waved his hand: "Wait a minute."

Then he looked at Mr. Cao: "Are you sure you really saw clearly?"

Mr. Cao was slightly startled, and then his face showed sullenness. In this ghost market, his identification was unquestionable. What did Ye Fan mean by this?

"Boy, you dare to question Mr. Cao, are you really tired of living?"

"This is a ghost market, not a place for you to act wild. Kneel down and kowtow to Mr. Cao to apologize, and maybe your life will be spared."

“I don’t know how high the sky is, but death is not a pity.”

Someone had already been flattering Ye Fan and scolding Ye Fan angrily.

"Where did so many wild dogs come from, barking so hard here?"

Ye Fan's face darkened slightly and he spoke angrily.

This time, everyone was completely angered, and even Mr. Cao frowned.

"Young man, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this ghost market safely today."
Chapter completed!