Ye Wan's sudden action left the hundreds of people below the stage dumbfounded, frozen like wooden chickens.
The people on the stage fared no much better.
Except for Uncle Gui, who maintained a calm demeanor, the elderly folks stared at Ye Wan in a daze.
Even if it's a forgery, such a realistic imitation has its value.
Not worth billions, but still plenty of people would fight for it if you knocked a few zeros off.
Why would it break?
Old Master Luo's expression showed clear regret, "Girl, you this, you this..."
The old man couldn't even complete his sentence out of heartache, wishing for a time machine to go back a few minutes before Ye Wan shattered it to snatch it away.
Boss Dai stared at the fragments of pottery on the ground for a long time.
Looking back at Ye Wan, a bold idea formed in his mind.
"Xiao Ye..."
Boss Dai exhaled gently, "You also have the genuine article, right?"
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