"We are not rag collectors, how do we know how much it is worth?"

"If we knew the current purchase price of scrap copper, it would be easier to estimate..."

"It's hard to say. When scrap copper was at its most expensive, it cost sixty or seventy yuan per catty at most. Does this cigarette rod weigh one catty?"

"Hahaha……"

The hall suddenly burst into laughter.

Listening to the sneers of Tang Xiaohu and others, Ye Chen couldn't bear it anymore. He walked up to the old lady with a cigarette rod and said:

"Grandma, take a closer look. This is the royal cigarette stick of the Thirteenth Master of the former Qing Dynasty! It has been living among the people for many years. I happened to meet it today, so I bought it for grandpa." Ye Chen said calmly.

"How much did it cost?" the old lady asked disdainfully.

"It's not expensive, grandma, it's only a thousand yuan!" Ye Chen replied truthfully.

When everyone heard this, they immediately burst into laughter again.

"Ye Chen, for one thousand yuan, you can buy the royal cigarette stick of the Thirteenth Master of the former Qing Dynasty. Do you think your grandpa and I are three-year-olds?" Old Mrs. Tang looked at Ye Chen with disgust and said.

"Grandma, look at it. Grandpa nodded and said 'OK'!" Tang Wanyan was also afraid of being misunderstood, so she stepped forward and said in desperation.

"What? Are you telling me, grandma, that I am old, useless, and can no longer tell the truth from falsehood?" the old lady said sternly.

Mr. Tang is well-informed and can see the value of this cigarette stick at a glance.

However, he had lost the ability to speak and was unable to stop everyone from humiliating and trampling Ye Chen. He was so angry that his mouth was crooked, his eyes were squinting, his hands and feet were trembling, and he could barely hold back his breath.

Seeing this, all the relatives quickly surrounded the old man:

Dad! Grandpa! Old man!...

The hall suddenly burst into shouts.

Upon seeing this, Mrs. Tang angrily threw the cigarette rod in front of Ye Chen and shouted:

"Ye Chen, it's all your fault. You took a broken copper pipe and passed it off as an antique to celebrate your birthday. Aren't you deliberately trying to kill your grandfather? Get out! I don't want to see you!"

After the old lady finished speaking, she quickly shouted: "Here, please serve the old man back to his room to take medicine and rest."

The old lady knew that the old man was angry with Tang Xiaohu and others for teasing and teasing Ye Chen. But how could she possibly accuse her grandson in public?

Therefore, the blame can only be imposed on Ye Chen!

Snapped!

A loud slap hit Ye Chen firmly on the face!

Tang Wanyan looked at Ye Chen with shame and anger and said:
Chapter completed!