387: C387 Let Disdain Become a Joke

C387 Let Disdain Become a Joke

"Brat, you're courting death."

After being exposed in front of so many people, Qiao Feng was furious.

Seeing the masked brat speak a few more words, his reputation and life as an appraiser might be ruined.

Qiao Feng walked quickly in front of Ji Tianxiang. With a sharp gaze, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Brat, do you know who I am? I suggest that you better not do anything stupid. Otherwise, even if you advance and win the Treasure Competition, with me, Qiao Feng, here, you won't be able to survive in the Treasure World. "

"So it's like that, senior. You said I'm scared, but a competition is like a battlefield. There are no friends on the battlefield, only enemies." Ji Tianxiang's smile was harmless, but his words could anger a person to death.

"You …" Qiao Feng had travelled through many years of appraising the treasure world and had never been treated with courtesy. He had never been mocked and looked down upon in such a manner before. He was so angry that he wanted to go up and give them a few slaps.

Right now, he couldn't let his anger go to waste. He had to properly coax Number 338.

"Young man, as long as you are willing to let this matter go, I can guarantee that you will be promoted in the next competition. After the competition is over, I will bring you to meet my friend from the Treasure World and help you." Qiao Feng rolled his eyes and threw out an attractive offer.

"Absolutely not. Amitabha, fraud, concealment is a crime." Ji Tianxiang raised his voice and said in surprise.

Qiao Feng's face alternated between green and purple as he quivered his mouth: "Brat, are you trying to be soft or hard?"

Ji Tianxiang restrained his expression and said with a faint smile, "Senior, do you want to admit defeat, or …"

"Hmph, you want me to withdraw? You don't even have a chance, I want to see what tricks you have up your sleeve?" Qiao Feng said, unconvinced.

"If that's the case, then I'll have to offend you." Ji Tianxiang sneered. He looked at the three judges on the podium with his sharp eyes, "Everyone, after waiting for so long, you still haven't decided how to answer? Shall I answer for you? "

"As a judge, you can cheat and shield me? You can act as a fake bodyguard? Or could it be that the judges' standards are only so-so? "

"Number 338, you have passed. Qiao Feng's [Vase Appraisal] is actually correct. Don't be unwilling to accept it." The judges stubbornly said.

"Hehe, since the referees have said so, then do you want to come up and see what era this pottery came from and which kiln it was made from?" Ji Tianxiang's eyes were cold as he asked a few questions.

He could not do anything about it. A fake pottery that could not be any more fake and also had no shape at all, what could these people possibly say about it?

"Number 338, this is a competition, why are you trying to cause trouble?" Qiao Feng scolded him.

Ji Tianxiang's gaze turned to Qiao Feng, "How about, Senior Qiao tell me about it? After all, this pottery was appraised by you?"

"Alright, alright, that's a good suggestion. Let Qiao Feng do it." The suffocating bodies of the judges were finally released, and they hurriedly waved their hands to shirk their worries.

"Referee?" Qiao Feng said in surprise.

The referees' eyes flashed away, not daring to look Qiao Feng in the eye. They thought to themselves, Qiao Feng, don't blame us. It's really helpless. You caused the trouble yourself, so come and clean up this mess.

How could Ji Tianxiang not see the looks in their eyes? He sneered in his heart. Let's wait for this group of people to make a fool of themselves.

Suddenly, Ji Tianxiang felt a vicious gaze from above his head. He looked up in surprise and found Chai Jingyu staring at him from the second floor.

Ji Tianxiang slowly lowered his head. It seemed like even after today's match, there was still Chai Jingyu, the god of pests, waiting for him.

Forget it, I won't think about it anymore.

I can only do it at random.

Qiao Feng understood the meaning behind the three referees' words. Being forced into his own position, he had no choice but to return to his seat and pick up the pottery on the table. After examining it for a long time, his expression became uglier than ever.

The pottery in his hand was indeed a fake. With its shape, pattern, and color, it was easy to tell that it was fake with just a glance.

Right, there was still one more place to salvage the situation, and that was the bottom of the bottle.

If there was a kiln mark at the bottom of the crockery bottle, no matter how fake the crockery looked, no matter how it was shaped, the patterns, or the color, it would still prove that it was real.0

Just as Qiao Feng was looking through the bottom of the bottle excitedly, his face suddenly turned pale.

This... Since there was nothing, how could they say anything?

A lot of time had passed, and Qiao Feng couldn't answer for a long time. Everyone was getting anxious from waiting.

Below the stage and around it, there were already voices issuing out questions.

"Hey, are you sure you can do it?!"

"Do you really need to look at it for such a long time just for an appraisal?" Didn't you appraise it previously? You aren't an elder of the Treasure World? "

"Stop wasting time, don't tell me that the pottery is a fake and that you, an elder, are also a fake?"

They were not stupid, from the moment they first doubted what Number 338 said, they believed Qiao Feng without a doubt in their hearts. From the moment they saw the expressions of Qiao Feng and the referee, no matter how foolish they were, they still understood the gist of it.

Qiao Feng was so worried that his forehead was covered in sweat and his back was stiff. He opened his mouth: "This vase..." "This vase …"

On the second floor, Chai Jingyu shook his head in disdain, "To think that there's such a senior figure in the Treasure World. In my opinion, it's just a person who thinks too highly of himself, Sabi, Zheng Rann. Come here."

Although Chai Jingyu didn't think much of Qiao Feng's attitude, he also didn't want Number 338 to get away with it.

He thought for a moment, then called over to Zheng Rann and whispered a few words into his ear. Zheng Rann's eyes flashed with understanding as he hurried downstairs and went to the backstage of the Treasure World to find an old man in his seventies and told him Chai Jingyu's instructions.

"Alright, I understand. You go over first." The old man said hoarsely.

"Yes, then I'll be troubling you, Mr. Wu." Zheng Rann said respectfully.

On the stage, Qiao Feng was stammering. He didn't say a single word. If he didn't get retorted by everyone, he would be ridiculed by everyone.

Just as he was unable to come up with any convincing words, a deep and hoarse voice sounded, carrying a deep and vigorous aura.

"Enough, idiot. You can leave now."

Everyone heard this sound and looked over to find that it was an old man leaning on a walking stick.

They were stunned for a few seconds and then burst into noise.

"Wow, a top character of the Treasure World. Even old mister Wu Qingfeng is here."

"Wow, this is a real senior level character. What's that Qiao Feng? No matter how I look at it, he's a liar."

"Wow, Number 338 is definitely going to die this time. If we run into old mister Wu Qingfeng, then he would definitely be able to instantly kill us in the treasure competition."

"Sigh, Number 338's death shouldn't be too tragic."

Ji Tianxiang heard the surrounding discussions and frowned. His gaze curiously fell on the old man who appeared.

Wu Qingfeng, it's him.

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