"Some things are worthless in your hands, but in mine, they're worth a fortune."
Tang Feng simply raised his head to glance at the vendor, then turned his gaze back to the pile of agarwood without offering a clear explanation.
"Hahaha, worth a fortune? I really want to know how these pieces of wood are worth a fortune. Satisfy my curiosity, will you? I think everyone else is quite curious as well."
The vendor's face wore a mocking expression, as if he were teasing a fool.
The bystanders, too, thought Tang Feng's claim was a bit far-fetched.
"Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter. The vendor's firewood is suddenly worth a fortune?"
"Hehe, is this the level of a master of antiques? He's really disgracing appraisers."
"Seeking public attention, does he really think we're all fools?"
"Then explain it to everyone, let us also broaden our knowledge..."
Not just them, even Qin Yanan was very curious.
She wanted to know what medicine Tang Feng was selling in his gourd.
