Zhengyangmen: I refuse to be a bootlicker, Su Meng panicked

"Let's go, they're ready to attack." Han Chunming was not surprised at all, but smiled at the three people around him.

Although he didn't know what tricks Tang Tongtong would use against him, Han Chunming was not afraid.

The system's golden finger is not to be underestimated. In addition, he has seen too many treasures and always has some experience.

The most important thing is that Han Chunming has never been afraid of other people's provocations. Since the other party dares to come, he dares to fight.

Han Chunming walked down the second floor with Hou Polang, Jiang Xu and Jiang Xiaoxi, a grandparent and their grandchildren, and arrived at the first floor lobby. He saw that Tang Tongtong had already set up the battle formation.

Her master Zhuang Mo was sitting on the armchair beside her, leaning on his crutches with both hands, his face serious and dignified.

Behind Zhuang Mo stood a row of disciples, all of them puffed out their chests and stared at Han Chunming as if they saw an enemy.

Tang Tongtong was surrounded by so many people, which made her cute and lovely appearance appear more imposing.

Directly opposite Tang Tongtong, there were four chairs placed, apparently prepared for Han Chunming and his three companions.

"Mr. Han, please sit down." Tang Tongtong smiled sweetly and raised her hand, making a gesture of invitation.

Han Chunming was naturally not polite at all. He sat down and said, "I'm already here. What else have you prepared? Bring it all out at once. I can leave after this is over. I still have a lot to do!"

His tone was very casual, but to others it sounded not only authoritative but also reasonable.

In fact, Han Chunming also understood that this was definitely the final blow.

Zhuang Mo and Tang Tongtong were both extremely anxious because they had already lost so much and needed to find a way to get it back!

"Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't the highlight always at the end?" Tang Tongtong was keeping the other person in suspense and was unwilling to speak directly.

"From what Miss Tang said, it seems she is going to show off her real skills!" Han Chunming said jokingly with a smile.

There were people all around watching the fun. Although most people didn't gain anything from this game, they still couldn't help but come over to take a look.

How refreshing! This is a contest between Master Zhuang Mozhuang's favorite disciple and the venomous Han Chunming. It would be a shame not to watch it!

Besides, who wouldn't want to see Han Chunming suffer a setback?

"It is indeed my specialty, but I wonder if Mr. Han dares to bet with me?" Tang Tongtong smiled innocently, as if what she said was not a big deal.

The eyes of the onlookers lit up. It was a rare opportunity to witness the abilities of Master Zhuang Mo's favorite disciple.

"How do you bet?" He looked up at Tang Tongtong without saying a word.

"I won, Mr. Tang, you must kneel down and kowtow to my master to admit your mistake, and you must spit out all the treasures you got."

This was indeed an exorbitant demand. Han Chun knew that Tang Tongtong was serious this time.

Looking at Zhuang Mo beside him, Han Chunming smiled: "Okay! What if I win?

"Whatever you ask!" Tang Tongtong answered without hesitation.

Zhuang Mo, standing by, was getting a little anxious. He knew very well that Han Chunming was not a soft-hearted person. If he really lost, wouldn't Han Chunming ruin his reputation?

"Master, since this is a bet, you have to be able to afford to lose. I can take responsibility for your disciple, so you don't have to worry."

These words were spoken beautifully, but Tang Tongtong didn't even look at Zhuang Mo. Since her own face was at stake, she absolutely couldn't let down her guard. This was a gamble of her life...

"Okay! Then let's talk about how to bet." Han Chunming crossed his arms and waited for Tang Tongtong to make a move.

The Broken Marquis was getting a little impatient sitting aside. He nudged Han Chunming with his elbow and said in a low voice, "Why did you let this little girl make the move? Wouldn't it be better to hold the initiative in your own hands?"

Without even glancing at the Broken Marquis, Han Chunming pretended not to hear anything. How could the Broken Marquis know what he was thinking?

Jiang Xu and Jiang Xiaoxi also looked at each other and figured out what Han Chunming was planning.

"Since you're so straightforward, I won't waste any time." Tang Tongtong curled her lips into a playful smile, "How about we bet on hitting the target from a hundred paces away?"

"Hit the target from a hundred paces?" Han Chunming raised his eyebrows slightly, and an ambiguous light flashed in his eyes.

The so-called "shooting the arrow through the air from a hundred paces" in the antique world does not really involve shooting with a bow and arrow, but rather a test of eyesight.

It has another name, called Shefu.

It means finding the shareholder with the highest value among many treasures, and the time cannot exceed the time of an incense stick.

During this incense stick, you can only watch these treasures from afar, you cannot touch them or ask questions. All that matters is your eyesight and the breath of the person being tested.

If you win, you will feel relaxed and at ease, but if you lose, you will feel like you are suffocating and bleeding, and you will never recover and will lose all confidence.

Tang Tongtong wanted Han Chunming to compete in this, and it seemed that she wanted to gamble with him and ruin his reputation.

With the support of the system's golden finger, Han Chunming is not afraid of any gambling fight, but he will never dare to take it lightly.

This little girl, Tang Tongtong, is quite talented. I heard that she is good at guessing the hidden gems, and her eyesight is much better than Zhuang Mo's!

The tricks of Shefu are quite complicated, even someone with a golden finger like Han Chunming would hesitate for a moment.

Of course, Han Chunming was pretending. He had a golden finger, so who was he afraid of? "Okay, let's bet on the game of Shefu." Han Chunming agreed without hesitation.

"Okay! Set up the game!" Tang Tongtong clapped her hands, and her fellow brothers started to move.

The tables were neatly arranged in three rows, with ten antiques placed on each row of tables, so three rows made thirty antiques in total, all of which were in the hands of today's visitors.

The reason why it was not in Zhuang Mo's hands was, firstly, for the sake of fairness and justice, and secondly, Zhuang Mo really couldn't come up with anything else with "937".

The little money he had in his hands had basically been emptied by Han Chunming.

There's a yellow line five meters away from the three rows of tables; that's where you should stand and observe the treasure.

Han Chunming and Tang Tongtong stood on the yellow line, looking at each other.

"Mr. Han, I'm looking forward to your performance!" Tang Tongtong smiled very cutely, but the provocation in her eyes was self-evident.

"I'm also looking forward to your performance." Han Chunming also smiled. "I have Master Zhuang's fifty bids in my hand, but I'm still waiting for you to get them back for your master! Little girl, you better work hard!"

After that, Han Chunming ignored Tang Tongtong's changes and retreated directly.

Kailai left the first chance to see the treasure to Tang Tongtong.

Tang Tongtong's originally calm heart suddenly became chaotic. She glared at Han Chunming's back fiercely, and her expression became even uglier.

"You won't be so proud for long! Let's wait and see!

Tang Tongtong grunted through gritted teeth. She was so angry that she wanted to hit someone, but there were so many people here! How could she do that?

Someone shouted "start" and a stick of incense was placed in the incense burner nearby and lit.

In fact, the duration of a stick of incense is not very long. It is only about forty minutes. When the incense is burned out, someone rings the bell.

At this time, Tang Tongtong had to make a decision.

"I choose this one." Tang Tongtong raised her slender jade finger and pointed at a blue and white porcelain vase in the center of the first row of tables, her face full of confidence.

Her senior brother walked over, picked up the blue and white porcelain vase, and said loudly: "This is a Yuan Dynasty official kiln blue and white porcelain vase, worth one hundred thousand!"

In this era, a Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase worth one hundred thousand yuan is already a very high price. None of the fifty lots in Han Chunming's hand can exceed this one.

It's no wonder that this Yuan blue and white porcelain is in excellent condition, and it is even more rare because it was fired in an official kiln. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is worth this price.

The onlookers all gasped and lamented Tang Tongtong's sharp vision.

How can one not be impressed that they were able to find this priceless treasure from among thirty antique clocks in just forty minutes?

Does Han Chunming have this ability? It seems that Tang Tongtong has a good chance of winning this round!

"Mr. Tang, it's your turn." Tang Tongtong turned to look at Han Chunming, quite proud.

Her eyesight was sharper than Zhuang Mo's, and she absolutely did not believe that Han Chunming could be better than her.

To be honest, Han Chunming didn't even see how Tang Tongtong chose the item. He just sat on the chair and fell asleep leaning back.

If it weren't for the reminder from the Broken Marquis, Han Chunming would probably still be sleeping right now!

Yawning continuously, he arrived at the yellow line. His appearance gave everyone a resounding slap in the face...

How come this guy doesn't take it seriously at all? Is he too confident? Or is he just giving up on himself?

At this time, all thirty pieces of collection had been replaced for the sake of so-called fairness.

A stick of incense was lit, someone shouted "start", and Han Chunming began to play the game of guessing covers.

The current thirty products are completely different from the previous ones, and their value is far less than that of Tang Tongtong's batch.

If we really compare the value, Han Chunming is likely to lose, because none of those thirty pieces of collection are worth 100,000 yuan.

Han Chunming's heart sank slightly, and for the first time he felt a sense of crisis. Was he going to lose this time?

I had worked so hard to get the fifty bids, and now I have to give them up like this. I feel very unwilling to do so.

"Remind the host: the Kangxi-era blue and white silver incense box in the middle of the second row is a rare and valuable item, valued at 150,000."

The system's business news came at a very timely moment, immediately suppressing Han Chunming's uneasiness.

His eyes fell on the middle of the second row, where there was indeed a blue and white porcelain silver incense box. It looked a bit like a beer bottle cap, but it was actually an object used by ancient women to store spices and rouge. It was very small and light.

To be honest, the blue and white patterns on the silver incense box were dim and severely worn, and it didn't look like a valuable item at all.

But the system will not lie. After carefully reading the system's selection instructions, Han Chunming smiled with satisfaction.

He's definitely going to win this round!