The scene suddenly quieted down, and everyone's gaze focused on the podium.
They had no idea what Chen Yu was about to do; they even thought he was going to remove the junk and replace it with a batch of high-quality treasures.
Just as they waited with anticipation, Chen Yu suddenly picked up a small hammer and started tapping on a piece of porcelain.
The people in the front rows immediately became tense: although the item wasn't genuine, its craftsmanship was still passable. Taking it to market, it could easily fetch tens of thousands of yuan—at least. Smashing it like this seemed such a pity, didn't it?
Just when someone was about to step forward to stop him, they saw the outer shell of the porcelain fall off, revealing an incredibly smooth and snow-white glazed body underneath.
"My God, Jun porcelain from the Southern Song dynasty!"
No one knew who exclaimed it, but everyone suddenly became excited. The previously stagnant prices soared in an instant.
