Indeed, asking such a simple question to be appraised by an expert in treasure appraisal is basically killing a chicken with a sledgehammer. I'm afraid anyone else would be unhappy.

"Nonsense, what do you think this place is? How can you allow me to mess around here? What if..."

Old Lei scolded angrily, but Feng Xiao stood up.

"Mr. Lei, we are all in the Jiangnan antique circle, why should we favor one over the other? How could Ye Fan be so good that he is sitting in the front row? How many of you here know Ye Fan? If he doesn't show some real skills

, who will obey him? Even if he wins the first prize today, I’m afraid he won’t be convincing.”

Feng Xiao's words were even more harsh than Fatty Chen's, and they could be said to be heartbreaking.

There are indeed not many people here who know Ye Fan.

Especially Ye Fan was placed next to Jiang Zhong, which made him even more suspicious.

Now, even Mr. Lei was in a bit of a dilemma.

If they use their status to suppress these people, I'm afraid they won't give up. By then, not only Ye Fan's reputation will be affected, but even the Antiques Association will be implicated.

Helpless, he had no choice but to look at Ye Fan again.

At this time, Ye Fan naturally understood what Mr. Lei meant and smiled leisurely.

"It's okay. Since Mr. Feng and Mr. Chen have doubts about this, it's reasonable for me to explain it to you. However, who will pay for the health insurance expenses?"

The appraisal by a treasure appraiser is not free.

Ye Fan's meaning is very clear, he can let me appraise it, but he must pay me the appraisal fee.

Although he was not short of that little money, he just wanted to disgust Feng Xiao and the others.

Sure enough, after hearing Ye Fan's words, Feng Xiao's face became grim.

Fatty Chen looked at him viciously at the same time.

"We, Tianbao Pavilion, have paid for Mr. Ye's appraisal fee. Tonight, we, Tianbao Pavilion, will bear all the appraisal fees for Mr. Ye. As for the amount of the appraisal fee, we will judge it based on Mr. Ye's final score. How about that?"

Zhao Dong stood up, stared at Ye Fan and said provocatively.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dong would pop up at this time, even Ye Fan was stunned for a moment.

But then, he smiled and nodded: "Since Boss Zhao is so generous, if I disagree, wouldn't I be denying Boss Zhao face?"

As he spoke, Ye Fan turned around and glanced at the faces of Feng Xiao and others.

"Young Master Feng, please listen carefully. This treasure appraiser will only say it once. If Young Master Feng doesn't understand, don't blame me for not explaining it clearly."

Ye Fan made it clear that he wanted to disgust Feng Xiao.

"Hmph, I'm all ears."

He responded indifferently, feeling very unhappy with Ye Fan.

Seeing Feng Xiao's appearance, Ye Fan's lips curled up into a cold smile.

"Everyone, these two iron swords are exactly the same in form. The only difference is that one is brand new and the other is decayed. Judging from common sense, the more ancient the sword, the more powerful the decayed one is. This is human nature.

It is normal, but everyone has overlooked one point. There are exceptions to everything. Although the Yue King Goujian Sword was unearthed a few years ago, although it has been buried in the ground for thousands of years, after it was taken out, it still held the sword as before. This is the wisdom of the ancients.

"

Ye Fan's voice was not loud, but it could reach everyone's ears.

After hearing her words, many people frowned and thought deeply.

"What do you mean, this iron sword is similar to the sword of King Goujian of Yue? It's really ridiculous. All of you are antique experts, and you all know that the sword of King Goujian of Yue is a bronze sword, not an iron sword, because of the oxide layer formed on its surface.

That’s why it has been preserved for thousands of years without decaying, but this sword is an iron sword. Once oxidized, rust will form, so how can it be so brand new?”

Zhao Dong squinted his eyes and spoke calmly.

His voice was very low, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

But there was always doubt in his words.

His words naturally aroused the agreement of many people.

"Boss Zhao is right. Iron tools will never be preserved so perfectly after such a long time. This is simply nonsense."

"This kid is talking nonsense, why?

Is it possible that there are iron tools that are so perfectly preserved?”

Everyone was talking at once, and they all attacked Ye Fan.

But Ye Fan didn't care at all about this. If these people could understand these theories, they would all be advanced treasure appraisers.

At this moment, Ye Fan finally understood that sentence, how can a sparrow know the ambition of a swan?

People at different levels have no common language at all.

He glanced at Zhao Dong indifferently: "Boss Zhao, as the boss of Tianbao Pavilion, should have rich knowledge in treasure appraisal, but why is his speech so superficial?"

Ye Fan shook his head helplessly: "Ironware will indeed change color when it is oxidized, but what if a layer of copper is plated on the surface?"

As he said that, Ye Fan took the brand new iron sword and touched the sword with his fingers.

"Boom."

The sound is not clear and crisp, but a bit dull.

"A simple tapping of an iron tool will produce a crisp and sweet buzzing sound, but if the surface is plated with copper, it will produce this dull sound. Therefore, this iron sword is genuine and there is nothing wrong with it."

Ignoring those who still had doubts in their eyes, Ye Fan slowly calmed down.

It was unprecedented for him to be able to explain, and there was no reason for him to let anyone understand.

Some of his words were just playing the harp to others, and Ye Fan didn't have the energy to do so.

Zhao Dong had a sullen face, Feng Xiao had a gloomy face, and Fatty Chen gritted his teeth angrily.

There was a creaking sound, and when he looked at Ye Fan, he wanted to cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.

Ye Fan didn't care at all about this, and even his expression didn't change at all.

These guys are all smart people, so they naturally understand what they are talking about.

But if they still want to explain themselves, they are daydreaming.

Ye Fan just wanted to make them unhappy, and there was nothing he could do about it.

A smile appeared on Mr. Lei's face.

"Those who questioned Ye Fan just now can just shut up. If Ye Fan hadn't been so generous and had such an old and decrepit character, he would have kicked you all out. A bunch of bastards dare to be so arrogant here. They really don't know how to live or die."

Mr. Lei's face was cold, and his words were full of chill.

But even so, there are still people below who are not convinced.

"Mr. Lei, although we have been eliminated, we still need to know how we were eliminated. Ye Fan just proved that the brand new iron sword may be authentic, but why is the rusty iron sword a fake?"

If they don't figure this out, they will naturally not feel at ease.

Hearing her words, Mr. Lei frowned.

But just when he was about to get angry, he saw Ye Fan frowning slightly.

Knowing that Ye Fan didn't want to waste time with these people, Mr. Lei had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart and look at them impatiently.

"Iron tools only appeared after the Han Dynasty, and the iron-making technology at that time was not as advanced as it is now. It was impossible to smelt pure iron. Therefore, this iron sword is a modern handicraft, and the rust on it is from my life.

Specially processed."
Chapter completed!