Pale-faced, Master Meng suppressed his anger and fiddled twice with a blue and white plate, then picked out a bead that was moist and white in color but seemed like jade yet not jade, clearly not agate, and adjusted his magnifying glass to look at it.
At that moment, someone snickered from the side, "This foolish kid, even calling Old Meng to look at this trash, it's too rubbish even for a bracelet."
"Hahaha, rookies are always like this, always treating junk as treasures."
Just as they snickered, Master Meng, who was examining the bead, suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone was taken aback.
Almost at the same time, Master Meng, who was sitting, suddenly stood up, knocking over his tea cup.
Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone, he said excitedly, "Young man, young man, come look, come quickly!"
Master Tong, who was sitting beside him, took over Master Meng's magnifying glass with a look of astonishment.
He then looked at the bead in Master Meng's hand.
