Yang Jifan said: "Both parties have half an hour to submit answers, the more detailed the better."
Both sides began to write vigorously.
Soon, both sides finished writing their answers, put them into a document bag, and sent them out by the waiter for the boss to judge.
A man in a suit who looked like a professional elite walked in.
"Hello classmates, my name is Chen Feng and I am a lawyer. Now, I will announce the answers of both parties."
He turned on his computer to cast the screen.
On the big screen, the answers from both sides suddenly appeared.
Su Luo and others were about to cheer, but their smiles froze and they exclaimed.
"How is that possible? They actually recognized it too."
Mars said proudly: "I'm sorry, I, Mars, am a genius. There is no ancient writing in the world that I don't know. I have also worked hard on the tribal writing of your Dragon Kingdom."
His answer is exactly the same as here.
The same goes for the second one.
But in the third case, there were differences, and they were big differences.
Everyone looked at the answer above and there was an uproar.
Zhao Xin was so excited that he stood up on the spot and shouted loudly.
"Is there any mistake? How stupid is this to write such an answer?"
"Ancient magic needle? With such a thick needle, do you have the nerve to stab yourself?"
Ren Kuang's answer read shockingly: The Blue Falling Needle used by the witch doctor of the Xuanji Tribe.
Time, 500 BC.
The answer in the West is slightly different.
They believed that it was an instrument used by priests.
According to the text above, it should be a sacred object used to kill animals for sacrifice.
Poke it through the vital points of cattle and sheep, directly to the heart.
On the surface, their explanation seems more reasonable.
This thing can stab even a cow to death. It can't be a silver needle to cure diseases.
Yang Jifan and others were also secretly surprised.
Mars' understanding of Dragon Kingdom culture is indeed very deep.
Even small tribes like the Xuanji Sect, which disappeared in the long river of history, have also dabbled in it.
Zhao Xin and others were so angry that their faces were livid.
Any fool knows that this thing is so huge that it has nothing to do with needles.
The middle-aged man looked at Ren Kuang with a hint of excitement and respect in his eyes.
"I declare that the winner this time is the Zhonghai Archeology Department."
When these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.
Everyone is a little unbelievable.
Immediately, everyone on the Zhonghai side felt a little feverish in their cheeks.
Western archaeologists, on the other hand, stood up in anger.
Marshall said solemnly: "This is too ridiculous. This is clearly intentional partiality. We don't accept it."
Ren Kuang chuckled and said, "Why, is this your Western gentlemanly behavior?"
Marshall said angrily: "Ren Kuang, you deliberately arranged this just to regain your position, right? But unfortunately, you underestimated our strength."
"To be so shameless now and call a deer a horse is simply ridiculous."
This guy even knows the idiom of referring to a deer as a horse, and he has indeed studied the culture of the Dragon Kingdom.
Chen Feng said: "You don't have to doubt that my boss is absolutely fair and impartial and will not favor anyone."
"Mr. Ren Kuang, could you please come on stage and explain why you are sure that these three treasures are the Biluo Divine Needle?"
Mars said with an ugly face: "What a magical blue needle, you are just playing the piano randomly. You are obviously afraid of losing and are deliberately taking sides."
Cook said: "We have also conducted in-depth research on the acupuncture culture in the ancient culture of the Dragon Kingdom. We have seen gold needles, silver needles, and even needles made of some special materials. However, this is the first time that such a thick needle has been used.
I heard.”
Ren Kuang said rudely: "That's because you are ignorant."
He stood up and strode to the podium.
Su Luo lowered his head and covered his face.
"It's over. This time I lost my shame and was sent abroad."
Tian Yuxin also said angrily: "Ren Kuang didn't let us see what he wrote in the end. It turned out to be this reason. Huh, if I had known how good it would be to write about hidden weapons."
Marshall said bitterly: "I want to see how you can prove that this is the so-called Biluo Magic Needle."
Everyone showed playful smiles.
Everyone, including those at Zhonghai University, took pleasure in the misfortune and wanted to see Ren Kuang make a fool of himself.
This guy's reputation in school is really bad.
However, the middle-aged man looked at Ren Kuang with eyes full of admiration and respect.
This is very abnormal.
Ren Kuang picked up a long bronze shuttle and glanced at the middle-aged man.
"There should be seven similar needles."
Chen Feng took a deep breath and said respectfully: "Mr. Ren is really amazing. Yes, there are indeed seven magic needles. They are a set."
"As long as Mr. Ren nods, the remaining four will be served soon."
Ren Kuang was startled: "What do you mean?"
"We have agreed before that whoever wins will get a prize. I think Mr. Ren will definitely choose this set of legendary magic weapons, right?"
Chen Feng smiled slightly and seemed extremely sure.
Marshall said angrily: "You guys are flirting with each other, obviously you have known each other for a long time."
"It's really disgusting to express yourself in this way."
Ren Kuang disagreed and tossed the bronze shuttle in his hand a few times, looking very casual.
"The archaeological community pays little attention to the Xuanji Sect, but as long as you are willing, it is not difficult to find relevant information."
"This tribe is extremely mysterious, and the things they master are far beyond their time."
"When it disappears, almost all traces are erased, leaving only some magical-looking legends."
"And the Biluo Divine Needle is one of them."
"Legend has it that a witch doctor once had an adventure, received a blessing from the gods, and received the Blue Falling Needle."
"The Biluo Magic Needle can cure colds in a small way, but can reverse life and death in a big way."
"There are very few records about this needle in the Xuanji Sect's documents, perhaps because this needle was lost in the hands of a generation of witch doctor Zhu Fei."
Ren Kuang talks eloquently, as if telling a legendary story.
Marshall sneered: "There is no relevant documentation anyway, so you can make it up as you like."
Mars said with a playful smile: "Ren Kuang, how on earth are you going to prove that this thing is a magic needle? Do you want to give yourself a needle?"
Everyone burst out laughing.
No matter where it is stuck, no one can withstand such a thick and long bronze shuttle.
"Look carefully, actually, what you see is not the real Blue Falling Needle."
"Xuanji Sect is good at the secret arts of organs, astronomy, geography, Yin and Yang Bagua, and is proficient in all of them."
"This magical needle has also been treated with precision."
Ren Kuang suddenly grabbed the bronze shuttle and was shocked.
Buzz!
In the void, there was a buzzing sound.
Everyone's eyes focused on the bronze shuttle, filled with shock.
I saw pieces of embroidery falling off the rusty bronze shuttle.
The strange vibrations are still continuing.
Under the eyes of everyone, the old bronze shuttle took on a new look.
It doesn't look like it was created thousands of years ago, but it looks like it was created last week.
Su Luo and Tian Yuxin were both stunned and speechless.
Marshall and others' eyes narrowed, revealing a ray of light.
Ren Kuang's method of removing embroidery pieces is unheard of.
The bronze shuttle that was revealed in the lineup may no longer be called a shuttle, but a cylindrical object the size of a ballpoint pen refill.
But it still can't be called a needle.
Because this cylindrical object has the same thickness from top to bottom.
"Everyone, this is the acupuncture box of the magic needle. The real needle is hidden inside. Only a saint with both virtue and virtue can control it."
Ren Kuang smiled slightly and held up the cylindrical acupuncture box in a showy manner.
The crowd burst into laughter.
Although this cylindrical object is probably a real acupuncture box, it is ridiculous that only a saint can control it.
The next second, a slender silver needle popped out of the acupuncture box in Ren Kuang's hand.
The needle is indeed one size larger than the normal one.
But it is already within the range that the human body can bear.
Silk!
Everyone exclaimed and looked at Ren Kuang, their eyes changing from contempt to admiration.
Inside this bronze shuttle, there is actually a silver needle.
It’s incredible!
This silver needle has been preserved for more than two thousand years and is still as bright as new. It can even be used directly.
Marshall took a long breath and said: "It's unbelievable, it's simply unbelievable."
"Can I see it?"
Chen Feng's expression changed and he said: "This thing has been given to Mr. Ren Kuang. No one is allowed to touch it except Mr. Ren Kuang."
Ren Kuang shrugged and threw the bronze box casually.
At some point, the silver needle bounced back into the box.
Marshall took it, but his expression changed.
This is so integrated, how did Ren Kuang take out the silver needle?
He looked over and over again, his expression getting more and more ugly.
I wanted to ask where the agency was, but I couldn't speak in public.
"Ren Kuang, I'll offer you 100 million for this set of treasures. How about selling it to me?"
"If you want, I can transfer the money right away."
One hundred million?
Everyone's breathing quickened.
This is not like Ren Kuang's previous bet with Mars, which was just empty talk.
This is real money.
As long as Ren Kuang nods, the US$100 million will go directly into his account.
Even Su Luo started breathing rapidly.
Not to mention Zhao Xin and others.
This is equivalent to Ren Kuang directly receiving a reward worth 100 million US dollars.
If you can get such a huge reward just by helping people identify treasures, who says archeology is useless?
For a time, everyone was excited and fantasized about becoming the protagonist.
Ren Kuang looked at Marshall, his eyes were like looking at a pen.
Do you want to buy the national treasure of the Dragon Kingdom for 100 million US dollars?
Marshall takes this too much for granted.
Marshall felt Ren Kuang's gaze, and felt a sense of shame and annoyance in his heart.
He silently put the things back, a gloomy look flashing in his eyes.
"I have taken a fancy to this set of treasures, and I will leave them to you for safekeeping for the time being. When you lose, I will come and get them myself."
He reluctantly put down the Biluo Divine Needle.
Chen Feng looked at Ren Kuang with a very respectful expression.
"Mr. Ren Kuang, the follow-up needle is already on its way."
"But our boss has a small request, and we ask Mr. Ren Kuang to agree to it."
Ren Kuang said calmly: "Okay, after we finish, let him come to see me in the basement of the Department of Archeology."
He said it as a matter of course, like a boss meeting his junior.
Chen Feng was overjoyed and said with a trembling voice: "Thank you, Mr. Ren Kuang."
He turned around and left, seemingly a little excited.
Archeology students, collective petrification.
They were able to witness the madness of Ren Kuang with their own eyes.
The other party gave him a gift worth 100 million, but he didn't even say a word of thanks.
He also asked the boss to go to the basement to meet him.