A bronze vessel that originally looked like a frying pan.Now it was completely new, showing its true appearance.Yohan came to the table first, then took out a special magnifying glass he carried with him and leaned over to carefully examine the bronze ware. “The inscription is perfect and neat. Come here, bring all the ancient books that record the bronze emperor plate."To identify the authenticity of the bronze emperor plate, in addition to the inscription on the bottom plate, there are also records of collectors from past empires.After the fall of the Romanos empire, the emperor Plate flowed into the hands of the public and eventually fell into the hands of Shayne Barkley, a famous calligrapher in the Apollos empire.He said in his "Miscellaneous Records": "The inscription on the plate is 130 words. They sold it in the market. The owner's family members cut off its feet and used it as a cake oven..."In the middle of the Apollos empire, Charleston's "Catalogue of Ancient Books i

The veiled woman looked at the gold card in her hand.Made of 24K pure gold, it was about the size of a credit card, but when you hold it in the palm of your hand, you could feel its heavy weight. The most eye-catching thing was the front of the gold card. A lifelike unicorn with dragon head, elk body, ox tail, horse hooves. Even the hair roots on the lover's face were clearly visible."National appraiser." The veiled woman was stunned as if struck by thunder and lightning. She had only heard rumors about the origin of this gold card, but today she was able to see the real thing. A mysterious existence that is only circulated in the upper class circles of New York City.This gold card had a special name: Silverwood. The first family in New York Province. Something unique to the Silverwood family. Anyone who can receive the Silverwood Letter was a talented person of the contemporary era."Could that old man be——Quentin Silverwood?" When the veiled woman spoke the name, her whole body t

"Ah! What do you want to do?" Linda was frightened and couldn't help screaming.Faced with Irving's questioning, she could only turn her head away, not even daring to look at him, and her hands were tightly grasping the quilt, like a live fish on a chopping board waiting to be slaughtered.The male body pressing on her was heavy, yet exuded a strong masculine scent mixed with the pungent smell of alcohol. Hot breath blew on her face, and it was a little itchy.As a virgin in her twenties, she instinctively wanted to push Irving away and angrily accused him of being vulgar and shameless. But, she couldn't. Irving was right. She was his wife. Whatever he did, it was as it should be.This day had finally come. She once thought that their "atypical husband-and-wife relationship" could last forever. During this period, she had tried to prepare herself mentally and become a real woman. But at this moment, she realized that she couldn't do it."You do it." Linda closed his eyes, feeling extr

After hearing these praises, Farrell Martin felt satisfied and smiled broadly. He felt that his amazing talent had not been buried.Linda, who was humiliated, felt very aggrieved and her eyes were filled with tears. She bent down and tried to pick up the business card on the ground.However, Irving stopped her and walked slowly towards Farrell Martin.Linda, as well as Zuri and his wife, looked confused, not knowing what Irving was going to do.At the same time, Farrell Martin and his companions also noticed Irving, who came with ill intentions. However, Farrell Martin was fearless, his eyes full of contempt.When Irving came in front of him, he was about to speak, but was a beat too slow."Can you pick up that business card for the lady?" Irving's face was frosty, and he stared at Farrell Martin without a trace of emotion.An extremely powerful and domineering aura arose spontaneously.Farrell Martin was stunned for a moment, even a little scared. But he usually lived a life of luxur

This suggestion was recognized by everyone. If there was any dispute caused by calligraphy, then it should be resolved with calligraphy.Farrell was unwilling to be called a third-rate calligrapher.Irving, on the other hand, was dismissive of Farrell's calligraphy.In the center of the hall, the two stood facing each other. The area was filled with spectators, eagerly awaiting the upcoming calligraphy competition."You're just a brat, how many years have you been a human being? I have written more words than you have eaten. How dare you compete with me in calligraphy? You are a piece of trash who brought disgrace upon yourself." Farrell smiled contemptuously, thinking that this competition was a sure win.Calligraphy was not something that could be mastered overnight.Any calligrapher with a little accomplishment must have gone through years of hard study.Judging from Irving's appearance, he is at most in his twenties, and his calli