The jeers around him entered his ears, driving Zhao Quande to the brink of rage.
They had come today with the intention of suppressing the Elegant Pavilion and incidentally winning over the hearts of these consumers.
Unexpectedly, Tang Feng, with just a few sentences, had seized the moral high ground.
Moreover, they couldn't refute him.
At least on the surface, it really did look like they had gone too far.
A large group of senior appraisers had come to smash up someone else's event, engaging in a war of attrition, eighteen of them taking turns to gang up on one junior.
This kind of thing couldn't be cleared up with just words.
The only way now was to win the last round and to strike at Tang Feng's face hard.
Only in this way could they overturn their image in the minds of the consumers.
With this in mind, he didn't hesitate any longer and quickly stepped into the crowd to select an antique.
Soon, he returned with a palm-sized wooden box.
