The color of this space stone is also brown, just like the one given to Ye Fei by Tian Ge, and even the same shape and size. When Ye Fei saw the space stone he wanted, he couldn't help but grin...

Ye Fei wasted such a lot of energy, but it was not for this stone in the end. Now that he saw this space stone, Ye Fei would of course have to take it into his pocket. As for the excuse, Ye Fei had already thought about it.

"Old Xiang, why do I look at this stone like the one you took at the last charity party?"

Ye Fei showed an indifferent expression, glanced at the Space Stone, and said calmly.

"This stone was originally a pair with the one that was auctioned!"

Xiang Lao laughed. He told Ye Fei that this was an ordinary stone.

The reason why this stone is placed here is purely a decoration. Xiang never knew its value, otherwise he would not have placed it in such an inconspicuous place.

"Old Xiang, can I buy this stone?"

Ye Fei smiled faintly and said, "Miss Tian Ge finally gave me the stone you auctioned last time. Now that you still have one here, I'll just buy it and make it a pair."

Mr. Xiang was a little confused. After hearing Ye Fei say this, he didn't think much about it. He waved his hand and said, "This thing is not worth it. If you like it, I'll let someone pack it later and give it to you!"

Ye Fei was ecstatic when he heard this. Even if he won the prize of 5 million, Ye Fei would not be so excited. This fast stone is a space stone. Naturally, there is no need to say much about the value, which can be measured by 5 million.

After hearing what Mr. Xiang said, Ye Fei suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and said a few polite words, but he did not bother with this topic anymore. Ye Fei was afraid that it would arouse Mr. Xiang's suspicion.

"Xiang Lao!"

Just as Ye Fei followed Xiang Laoyou to visit, the director who had just said hello to Xiang Lao appeared.

Unlike last time, this time the director showed a bitter face when he saw Mr. Xiang, making it look like someone owed him five million.

"Director Jia, what's wrong?"

Xiang Lao asked calmly, even though Director Jia had an anxious look on his bitter face, Xiang Lao was still unmoved.

"Old Xiang, I can't explain it clearly for a while. I'll take you over and take a look and you'll know." Director Jia said helplessly.

"Yes." Xiang Lao nodded, and it was not too difficult for anyone to do anything.

Ye Fei was bored now. He just walked around but didn't find anything like magical instruments. If there were really magical instruments in the old Resurrection Museum, there would definitely be aura fluctuations. Others could not sense it, and Ye Fei could naturally sense it. Since there was no such aura fluctuation, there was no magical instrument here.

After getting the space stone, and Ye Fei didn't have any magic weapon that he hoped for, Ye Fei had no need to stay. Just as he was about to find an excuse to leave, he didn't expect to hear Director Jia's words. Ye Fei was also curious about him, so he followed Mr. Xiang to see the fun.

"Let me tell you, my sword is an antique, a real antique, how could it be scrap iron? Are you experts? Are there any unreliable experts like you......"

When Ye Fei followed Xiang Lao to the counter area for identification of cultural relics, he heard an indignant voice.

Xiang Lao's Guangfu Museum not only exhibits antiques and cultural relics, but also collects folk antiques. For this reason, an antique appraisal counter was set up in the Guangfu Museum to facilitate the appraisal of objects sent by civilians.

At this moment, the roaring voice of the young man has attracted a large number of people to watch. This is normal. Chinese people like to watch the fun. If there is a place to watch the fun, there is naturally no shortage of onlookers.

"Xiang Lao!"

Standing inside the counter, a middle-aged man with glasses and gentle glasses saw Mr. Xiang coming, wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly came up.

Xiang Lao waved his hand and signaled that he didn't have to be nervous, but his eyes looked at the indignant young man.

The young man's eyes are deep, his hair is messy, his cheeks are slim, and his hands are stretched out, trembling back and forth.

"What the hell is going on?" Xiang Lao walked over and asked quietly.

Perhaps because Xiang Lao's aura was too strong, Xiang Laoyi walked over and the onlookers who were originally pointing at him also calmed down.

The young man couldn't help but take a step back, put the object in his right hand on the glass counter, pointed his hand at the old man, and said, "Are you the boss?"

Ye Fei couldn't help but be amused by this guy when he heard this. He seemed to be asking the boss of the fake village.

Sure enough, when Xiang Lao heard the young man's words, his face looked a little bad.

It was the first time that Mr. Xiang had heard such words after being in the antique circle for so long, and he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

But Xiang Lao didn't bother with him, nodded and said, "Young man, what are you going to sell?"

"It's this sword!"

The young man reached out and pointed to the object placed on the counter and said loudly.

The object placed on the counter was a rusty iron sword. This iron sword is not big or small, and its thickness is average. In addition to the body of the sword covered with yellow rust, even the hilt of the sword was rusted. You can tell at a glance that it was a rusty waste sword.

As soon as the young man's words fell to the ground, they attracted a lot of laughter. Even the layman could see that this thing was scrap iron, but he wanted to say it was a sword. Isn't this nonsense?!

"Why are you laughing at? I'm telling the truth. This is a sword. It's uploaded by my ancestors!"

Without waiting for the response to the old man, the young man stared at the boss and shouted at the people who laughed at him.

Xiang Lao frowned slightly, picked up the rusty iron sword on the counter, held it in his hand and weighed it, then knocked it with his hand, and looked at it from other aspects. The whole process was only one minute.

Xiang Lao put down the iron sword and said to the young man: "Since this object was passed down by your ancestors, why did you sell it?"

"I...I'm short of money..." The young man stammered and blushed.

He is indeed short of money. Since he got involved in gambling, he has sold what he can sell and has also dealt with the house left by his parents. Now there is almost nothing to sell, only this iron sword.

He remembered that when his grandfather was alive, he said that this iron sword was passed down from his ancestors and has been preserved until today.

In the eyes of young people, this iron sword is just an antique and can definitely be sold at a good price, so I took the iron sword to Mr. Xiang and prepared to deal with it and exchange it for some cash!

"This is a rusted iron sword. Although it has been a few years, it is not worth it!"

Mr. Xiang said it very directly because the person opposite him is an outsider. He can't understand what you say to him in the circle.

"How could it be? Do you understand..."

The young man was very angry and asked loudly, but before he finished speaking, he was driven out by the security guard. This guy was obviously here to make trouble.

"Ye Fei, return the iron sword to him!"

There was still the rusty iron sword on the glass counter, pointing to Lao and saying to Ye Fei.

Ye Fei nodded and grabbed the iron swords. Ye Fei raised his foot and was about to walk outside the museum. At this time, his palm suddenly hurt, as if he was stabbed by a needle...
Chapter completed!