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Whether the rules proposed by Zhang Jicheng favored his disciple or not, both parties had agreed beforehand and there was no reason to go back on it.

Seeing his disciple about to lose, Qi Maocai suddenly began to challenge the rules, which was nothing short of being a sore loser.

“Anyway, there’s a problem with your rule, and if you don’t revise it, we won’t compete.”

Qi Maocai had the attitude of a death fish that no longer feared boiling water, determined to be shameless to the end.

“Then how would you like to revise it?” Zhang Jicheng asked angrily, struggling to suppress his inner fury.

“It’s simple, the victory should be based on whose selection is of higher value. By that rule, the second round should only be considered a draw,” Qi Maocai shamelessly proposed his modification.

Zhang Jicheng was so angry he felt like he could spit blood—indeed, without shame, one could truly be invincible in the entire world.

Such a shameless request, he would never agree to it.

He was about to refuse.

But at this point, Tang Feng suddenly came over, “Master, since they think the rule is unfair, let’s just do it their way.”

“Feng…” Zhang Jicheng became anxious at once.

But seeing his disciple’s confident bearing, he swallowed back his objections.

Tang Feng turned to face Qi Maocai, “I have no problem with playing by your rules, but I have one condition.”

“What condition?” Qi Maocai looked at him with a burning gaze.

“If you lose in the end, you and your disciples must walk along Antique Street and shout ‘Mo Xiang House’s Qi Maocai has lost to Ya Garden’s Zhang Jicheng, and was utterly convinced by the loss’ a hundred times. What do you say? Dare you?” Tang Feng’s face carried a barely-there smile.

Qi Maocai didn’t agree immediately but weighed his options secretly.

The reason he was prepared to throw away his reputation to disrupt the rules was that he had great confidence in his disciple Zhao Xingbo.

Between his two disciples, Zhao Xingbo had higher talent and had achieved more.

Especially in the field of ceramic appraisal, he had already far surpassed his master.

As long as Zhao Xingbo could claim a crushing victory in the third round, then Qi Maocai’s risk in breaking the rules would amount to nothing.

“Fine, I agree. If you lose, your master also has to walk along Antique Street and shout ‘Ya Garden’s Zhang Jicheng has lost to Mo Xiang House’s Qi Maocai, and was utterly convinced by the loss’ a hundred times. No problem, right?”

With immense confidence in his disciple, Qi Maocai readily agreed.

Tang Feng’s lips slightly curled upwards, forming a pleasant arc, “I hope you’ll stick to the agreement this time and not go back on your word.”

“This time, we’ll each appraise our own disciple’s item, and we’ll announce the results in ten minutes,” said Qi Maocai, directing his words at Zhang Jicheng. Without waiting for his consent, he turned and walked towards the ceramic bowl picked by Zhao Xingbo.

Zhang Jicheng was still livid, but since his disciple had already consented, he had nothing to say and turned to appraise the third antique.

Although the audience held Qi Maocai in disdain for his actions, they were happy to continue watching the excitement.

“Who do you think will win the third round?”

“I think Tang Feng should win, right? Since he agreed to change the rules, he must be confident in himself, right?”

“I don’t think so; I believe Qi Maocai’s side might win this round.”

“Your reasons?”

“Qi Maocai is willing to abandon his old face to fight for the third round for his disciple, which shows he has a lot of confidence in him.”

“I know this Zhao Xingbo; he really has some serious skills in ceramic appraisal, better even than his master.”

“No wonder Qi Maocai dares to do this; he’s planning an all-or-nothing bet.”

“Ah, this Mr. Tang has been careless; he shouldn’t have agreed to this round. It seemed like a sure win, but now it’s looking risky…”

Many people began to worry for Tang Feng, feeling that he shouldn’t have agreed to change the rules.

As a result, the outcome was once again uncertain.

While everyone was busy discussing the possible outcome, Qi Maocai was already so excited he could barely contain himself.

The ceramic piece picked by his disciple Zhao Xingbo was a Cizhou Kiln Black Glaze Oil-drop Bowl from the Li Jin Period.

The glaze was moist and shiny, the color black as lacquer, and gazing at it in the light, the bowl had a metallic sheen.

It was truly a gem among black-glazed ceramics.

He promptly provided an appraisal value—two million.

He didn’t believe Tang Feng could know much about ceramics.

After all, Tang Feng was still young, and just studying calligraphy, paintings, and jade likely occupied all his time. Where would he get the energy to study ceramics too?

Both of his disciples were extraordinarily talented, and even so, they had studied in their respective fields for decades to gain their current expertise.

He could not believe that a young man in his twenties could master all three types of appraisal skills.

That would no longer be a genius but a freak.

Are there such freaks in this world?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

This round, they were sure to win!

Soon, ten minutes passed.

Qi Maocai couldn’t wait to stand up and shouted across to Zhang Jicheng and his disciple who were still conversing in low voices, “Time’s up, haven’t you finished appraising yet?”

Zhang Jicheng slowly stood up, his expression somewhat grave.

And Tang Feng beside him, also looked disheartened.

Just from seeing their expressions, Qi Maocai felt assured of victory.

Looking at their grief-stricken faces, they probably made a mistake, right?

This made him even more confident in the odds.

“Mr. Zhang, who should announce the result of this round first?” he asked, with a newfound sense of ease in his voice.

“You go first,” sighed Zhang Jicheng, appearing burdened with worries.

Qi Maocai smiled triumphantly and held the Cizhou Kiln black-glazed bowl his disciple had chosen high up in the air.

“A Cizhou Kiln Black Glaze Oil-drop Bowl from the Li Jin Period, authenticated as genuine, with an estimated value… of two million!”

“Wow…”

The crowd erupted into a buzz as his words were uttered, as if fuel was poured onto a fire, causing an immediate uproar.