Nie Jinming guessed it right, it really was from last week.
On the bottom of the jar, inside the square stamp, there was a cute tiger head printed with cinnabar.
Wei Jinrong: !!!
Nie Jinming: ...
So, does this mean he got it right?
Was this victory too easy?
Nie Jinming raised his head with a smile, "Uncle Gui, what if I hadn't said it was from last week and just lifted the jar straight away?"
How do we even determine win or lose?
"I might be blind, but your family's old master isn't..."
Uncle Gui laughed and scolded, "Before you guys figured it out, did you really think those three would let your hand even touch that jar?"
Wei Jinrong slowly got up, his whole face dark and brooding.
The audience was dead silent.
Before today's event, everyone thought Wei Jinrong would be the strongest dark horse in this election.
He was the only candidate fit to be the new president.
