In front of Wenbaozhai, the atmosphere ushered in another wave of climax.
The situation was unexpected. Feng Shaoyang, who thought he would win, was unexpectedly beaten back by Zhou Hu. The latter's rattle turned out to be a cultural treasure.
Feng Shaoyang didn't believe it, and even snatched the rattle and tried it in his hand. Zhou Hu knew that they didn't believe it, so he didn't stop him. However, after the test, Feng Shaoyang's expression changed, "It's just a child's."
This thing is actually a Wenbao?!"
Feng Shaoyang was a little crazy.
Which literary cultivator would actually give a rattle to Yun and turn it into a literary treasure? Isn't this too idle?!
Zhou Hu kept watching from the side. When he saw that Feng Shaoyang had stopped moving, he couldn't help laughing and said: "How about you, are you sure? If not, you can ask a few people around you to take a look. I'm not in a hurry...
…”
Zhou Hu also picked Wen Bao, and for a moment he was in a calm mood and felt particularly comfortable, so he appeared to be extra generous at the moment.
Feng Shaoyang's face darkened, then he pushed the thing back with his hand, and said with a cold face: "Humph, I just picked one item, and we are tied to death."
Zhou Hu shook his head and said: "Wrong, it may not be a tie. Although your piece of yellow paper is also a cultural treasure, it is only ranked ninth on the boss's board. Although my rattle is
It’s a child’s gadget, but it can still be regarded as a piece of cultural treasure, so its value must be higher than your piece of tattered paper. Therefore, even if we both only picked one cultural treasure in the end, based on the value
If you look at it, I will definitely win!"
"you……"
As soon as Zhou Hu said these words, Feng Shaoyang's expression finally turned serious.
Indeed, he had been negligent before. There are also different values of cultural treasures. The two made a bet before. If both parties picked a cultural treasure, then the final judgment would be based on the sum of the value of the three items selected by both parties.
Win or lose.
But judging from the current situation, Feng Shaoyang has a piece of paper and a paperweight. Although the paper is a cultural treasure, it only ranks ninth among the ten cultural treasures marked by the boss, and its value is obviously not very high.
High; the paperweight is also relatively ordinary.
On the other hand, the two items picked by the other party, Dali Country, are the cultural treasure rattle. Although its final ranking among the ten cultural treasures has not been revealed, it is expected to be higher than the yellow paper; and then there is the jade mirror, what do you think?
They are much more valuable than paperweights.
Therefore, the current situation is very unfavorable to Feng Shaoyang.
On Zhou Hu's side, they had already begun to celebrate in advance, "We will definitely win this time!"
The stall owner didn't hesitate and announced the value of the rattle on the spot. He turned around and uncovered the sixth piece of red paper on the wooden board, which clearly showed "Calming Rattle."
"Although this rattle is a children's toy, it has hypnotic and soothing effects. It can also be regarded as an offensive scribe's cultural treasure, so its value ranks sixth among the ten cultural treasures.
!”
The stall owner slowly explained the role of the rattle. No one expected that such a small gadget could be ranked sixth in value.
This is undoubtedly the result of pressing the yellow paper to the ground and rubbing it.
"How could it be so much higher?!"
Feng Shaoyang was stunned for a moment.
It is ranked a full three terms higher on the list, and this is an offensive cultural treasure. Although the effect is weak, this is enough to increase its value by a large margin. It is by no means a cultural treasure like yellow paper.
Comparable.
"This is going to be bad!"
Even Wen Liang and Long Cheng's expressions darkened when they saw this scene.
Su Pingan, who was beside him, sighed secretly, "It seems I have to help this guy."
Su Pingan originally thought that if Feng Shaoyang got a cultural treasure, it would be great if he could win, and then he would be able to save the two things in his hand. Unexpectedly, Dali Country was also very lucky, and he actually picked a cultural treasure.
.
"In that case, let's give the wooden rabbit to Feng Shaoyang."
Su Ping'an quickly made a decision in his mind.
In front of the stall, Wenbao was picked in two consecutive rounds, which made the surrounding spectators very excited. At the same time, they were more curious about the outcome of this gambling game.
Is it the literary culture of Daxuan that is better, or is it the literary culture of Dali that can turn defeat into victory?!
It's all about the third round.
"How about it, do you still want to compete?!"
After counterattacking the situation, the pressure suddenly fell on Feng Shaoyang. Zhou Hu smiled and started teasing Feng Shaoyang.
Feng Shaoyang looked at the proud face of the other party and wanted to rush forward and punch Zhou Hu twice. He gritted his teeth and said: "Competition, of course, I will definitely surpass you in the third round!"
"Haha... among so many items, if you can pick one, you're just lucky. If you want to pick another one, unless you dream, there is everything in your dream!"
Zhou Hu struck unceremoniously: "Even if you can pick it, who dares to say that we can't pick it?"
Feng Shaoyang didn't say anything, but turned around and quickly discussed with Wen Liang and the others.
Now comes the critical moment of the gambling, which involves Daxuan's reputation and everyone's face, so even Wenliang and Longcheng are embarrassed to speak any more.
Feng Shaoyang thought of the first competition and glanced at Guan Feng involuntarily. After the latter felt it, he immediately flicked the bangs in front of his forehead and said: "Okay, it seems like it's going to happen again.
This young master will take action to help you with the final blow to win!"
"..." Su Pingan's mouth twitched.
This guy is really shameless. His yellow paper in the first scene was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. If Su Ping'an hadn't decided to let Feng Shaoyang go, Guan Feng himself would have been sure if the yellow paper was a cultural treasure. Now this guy
Even though it was pretending, there was no one left.
But now was the critical moment, Feng Shaoyang still believed Guan Feng, and then quickly asked Guan Feng to help choose the third item. In the process, he also took out the peach wood fan he chose and asked Guan Feng to help him palm his eyes.
Guan Feng looked at the pile of items they had selected for a long time, and finally he picked a tattered chess urn, which was used to hold chess pieces. In his words, "Based on the situation in the first two games,
, the more inconspicuous something is, the more likely it is to be an upset, so now that we can’t make up our minds, we might as well take a gamble. If we win the bet, we’ll get rich..."
Wang Shaotong asked subconsciously, "What if the bet fails?"
"The bet didn't win... bow your head and apologize."
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
Saying this is the same as not saying it.
Guan Feng may also feel that this is a bit too arrogant, and comforted him: "A man can bend and stretch, but it's all a gamble anyway, so he can only give it a try."
Feng Shaoyang rolled his eyes and said, "It doesn't hurt to stand and talk. It's not you who dares to apologize in the end. Of course you can say that."
Just when Feng Shaoyang and Wen Liang were unsure of their decision, Su Pingan quietly poked Feng Shaoyang in the back. The latter turned his head and glanced at him, and then saw Su Pingan hand over something. He lowered his head and
Look, it's a wooden rabbit.
The thing was not big, and the carvings were not fine. It looked worse than a chess urn. From Feng Shaoyang's point of view, this thing might be thrown to a beggar, and the beggar wouldn't even want it.
"Uh...you don't want to tell me to take a bet, right?" Feng Shaoyang no longer had any hope for these people.
Su Ping'an rolled his eyes at this guy speechlessly and said: "What a bet, believe me, you can take it, but in the end you have to return this thing to me. Even if it is a small treasure, it is still a treasure. If you want it, you can
, you have to pay for it!”
Upon hearing this, Feng Shaoyang was shocked, "What, you said this thing is a cultural treasure? Are you so sure?!"
Su Ping'an was too lazy to argue with him any more, so he just said, "Do you want it or not?"
Feng Shaoyang quickly grabbed the thing in his hand. Although he didn't know how Su Ping'an was sure that this thing belonged to Wenbao, he always felt that it was more reliable than Guan Feng's 'bet', so he immediately put on a smile.
Said: "Okay, just because of your reputation as 'Troublemaker Su', I will trust you just once!"
"Poke, if you continue to slander me, I will break off our relationship with you!"
