Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, everyone saw the wooden carved bull split in half, and then with a casual shake, the two pebbles set in the bull's eyes gently fell out.
Jiang Feng calmly held the pebbles in his hand.
These two pebbles were about the size of goose eggs, with a yellow sand deposit on the surface.
"You mean to say, there's something wrong with these two stones, which are the eyes of the wooden bull?"
The auctioneer, Chen Fen, having never seen such a scene before, asked Jiang Feng in puzzlement.
"What do you think?" Jiang Feng smiled and tossed the two pebbles to Chen Fen.
Chen Fen hurried to catch them, then carefully weighed them a few times, squinting at them seriously for half a minute, before frowning and saying, "There's nothing wrong, they're just ordinary pebbles..."
Unable to see any mystery, Chen Fen had to return the pebbles to Jiang Feng.
