The antique shop was full of tourists, and it was noisy and lively.
"Those two carvings are really made of wood? Are they not made of some kind of special material?" The man who knew about the porcelain craftsmanship was still shouting.
An old man with gray hair also slowly said, "I still know a little about antiques. The jar looks ordinary, but it has a history of at least hundreds of years. If these two sculptures are really made of wood, it would be terrible."
"That kind of jar is obviously not the style of our country. I seem to have seen it somewhere abroad before, is it Egypt? Ancient Rome?" A middle-aged man, holding his chin in one hand, muttered softly in his mouth as he tried recalling something.
Zhang Qitian and Pan Shengcheng were also affected by the noise in the store. When they ran out, they found out the situation through questioning and then saw the two wooden sculptures on the ground, they were also shocked.
