A treasure-appraisal maniac

In the eighth round, Liu Jianhua came up with a unique treasure, the only Soma Liqing mine owned by the Persian royal family.

Faced with a situation where there was nothing to show for it, Kong Fanlong was ready to admit defeat, but Lu Fei spoke again.

Lu Fei Zhang Luo Liang Bao, the eyes of the desperate people in the audience lit up.

Looking at Lu Fei's determined expression again, the veterans became excited again.

"What does broken fly mean?"

"Is he also right about this?"

"is it possible?"

"cut!"

"What's impossible?"

"In the first seven games, except for the one where Baolan Fei took the lead, there were almost no solutions. Didn't Bao Bao Fei resolve them one by one?"

"Believe in Baolan Fei, I think this kid is very evil, anything is possible."

The veterans regained their confidence, but Liu Peiwen looked disdainful.

"Lu Fei, if you were right in the first few rounds, it was a blind cat that killed a mouse."

"This game is about the peerless orphan Su Ma Liqing. There are only so many in the world. I don't believe you can still win."

"hehe!"

"What if I'm right?"

"impossible!"

"If you can get this right, I'll eat these suma liqing."

"have eaten?"

"Do you have that mouth?"

"Suma Liqing worth two billion, can you afford it?"

"Lu Fei, you"

"Shut up. If you continue to compare, don't blame me for talking about storytelling on the spot."

"While there is still time, go to the supermarket and buy two tons of paper towels."

"What do you mean?"

"hehe!"

"Bought it back for later use. I'll wipe my tears later."

"Dear referees, don't forget your estimate. Sumaliqing raw ore is two million yuan per gram."

Lu Fei said as he picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted with confidence.

"Number 50, bring it in for me."

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