After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

It hurts my heart, old man.

I originally thought that even if the inconspicuous vase was not worth several thousand taels of silver, it would be worth dozens or hundreds of taels. But now the appraiser from Tencent actually said that it was only worth dozens of copper coins.

The skinny guy, whose face was slapped, refused to admit the reality. He immediately grabbed his vase and held it in his arms, staring at the Tencent treasure appraiser fiercely and saying, "Old man, are you blind?

This is a treasure passed down from my ancestors, and you actually say it’s only worth a few dozen copper coins?

Don’t think that I’m afraid of you just because you’re from Tencent. I’m telling you…”

"tell what?"

The prison warden of the Dali Temple, who was more than a head taller and twice as wide as the thin bamboo pole, suddenly stood behind the thin bamboo pole and asked a question in a muffled voice, which almost scared the thin bamboo pole to death.

The old monkey Minister of Revenue Li Lianggong wants his money and face, but these beasts in the Dali Temple want his life.

You can earn money if you lose it, and you can pick up your face if it falls on the ground, wipe it off and pretend you didn't see it, but if you lose your life, it's really gone.

In front of the old monkey Li Lianggong, this skinny guy still dared to have some small thoughts. At most he would just give up his face and go for it. But in front of the group of beasts in the Dali Temple, he was as docile as a little lamb and didn't even dare to fart.

"I'm asking you a question, what do you want to tell me?

Tell me so I can hear it too..."

The thin bamboo pole with a sad face instinctively shrank his shoulders and whispered: "No, nothing, I just want to tell the old man that this is really a family heirloom, passed down from my great-grandfather. I, I swear, if I lied, I would be a dog."

When it came to the exciting part, Skinny Bamboo Pole really raised his hands and swore to the sky.

"Young man, don't get excited.

I make my living with these eyes. If I can't even judge something as basic as this, I don't deserve this job.

I have seen many situations like yours. What you said may be true, but there is also a possibility that the person being deceived is not you, but your great-grandfather.

When your great-grandfather bought this thing, he was cheated.

Oh, many people are like this. They don’t understand anything in the first place, but they listen to other people’s nonsense and spend a lot of money to buy this worthless thing.

If you are deceived, you can still go find the person who sold it to you. But if your great grandfather was deceived, then there is nothing you can do but regard it as bad luck. "

The treasure appraiser, who had seen a lot of ups and downs, had seen too many things like this, so he didn't take it to heart at all. He still smiled and said a few useless words of comfort.

“This thing is not worth much, we at Tencent won’t accept it.

If you think I haven't made a good judgement, you can take it to someone else for appraisal, and that's fine if someone is willing to buy it.

If no one is willing to accept it, you can just keep it as a souvenir. After all, it is a family heirloom passed down from your great grandfather."

This useless consolation almost made the poor skinny guy cry out on the spot.

With tears in his eyes, the thin bamboo pole turned his head and looked at Li Lianggong standing beside him, and asked in a crying voice: "Master Li, Xiaguan really can't produce so much silver. I was hoping that this heirloom was a good thing and could save my life, so I gritted my teeth and gave it a try, but I didn't expect...

Otherwise, could you give me a few days' grace?"