After the Female Supporting Character Who Lost Favor Logged off, Her Ten Older Brothers Went Crazy

  Chapter 109 Taking coal as a birthday gift?

  Following Luo Wanbai's slightly unconvinced words, everyone looked at Nan Qiao one after another, some of them mixed with strangeness and exploration.

  But most of them are still curious about Nan Qiao.

  It was known before that the daughter of the Murong family had been found, but it was a pity that the other party didn't seem to be keen on showing his face, so that people in the circle waited and watched for a long time but couldn't learn any information about Nan Qiao.

  The reason why Murong Chen brought the other party to Cheng Lao's banquet this time was because he wanted to use this occasion to grandly introduce Nan Qiao to everyone.

  Facing Luo Wan Bai's provocative tone, Nan Qiao lightly looked away from her, and took out the hand that was under the table, so that people could clearly see that she seemed to be holding something in her hand.

   "Presumptuous—"

  Luo He scolded in a low voice, suppressing the anger in his heart, completely disappointed with this daughter.

  The matter just now has not gone away, why do you want to get yourself into trouble again!

  Everyone's thoughts were similar to what Luo He said. Before seeing Nan Qiao, they all subconsciously thought that this was the daughter of the Murong family after all, and that He Shou's handwriting was no different.

   It's just that everyone's unanimous thoughts stop at the things Nan Qiao took out.

It's dark, looking at a dirty little ball, you can't see what it is, even when Nan Qiao puts this thing on the table, people who are close can still see the dots falling down from it dross.

   "This is your birthday present?"

  Luo Wanbai snorted, not covering up his sarcasm.

  The people next to him didn't make a sound this time, and no one helped Nan Qiao speak.

  Cheng Juan wanted to get up to stop the conflict between the two, but just as he supported the armrest of the chair, he saw what Nan Qiao had brought out. Even with his countless eyes, he really couldn't see what it was.

  But he didn't miss this opportunity to win people's favor.

   When the scene was silent, Cheng Juan stood up naturally, frowned and looked at Luo Wanbai who spoke rudely.

   "Even if grandpa doesn't care about it, you shouldn't do it. It really ruins everyone's happiness."

   "What's more, Murong's family's birthday gift has already been delivered. Why do you trouble Miss Nan like this?"

   Cheng Juan turned the attention of the audience to himself with a few words.

   "If you do this again, I have no choice but to ask you out."

  The last sentence successfully blocked the sarcasm that Luo Wanbai was about to say, and he froze for a moment.

  Luo Wanbai turned his head to look at Cheng Juan, seeing Cheng Juan's expression that didn't seem to be fake, his heart tightened.

  He didn't lie.

  But precisely because of this, Luo Wanbai's heart was even more unbalanced.

   "I know I was wrong before, but she can't even fool a child with such a thing. Isn't this a joke about the Cheng family?"

  Luo Wanbai's mind became hot, and he finally opened his mouth after getting emotional.

  She just didn't understand why everyone was talking to Nan Qiao, even Cheng Juan—

"enough!"

  Cheng Juan's face turned cold immediately, not seeing his usual warmth and elegance, his eyes staring at Luo Wanbai were astonishingly cold.

   "I'm not joking," Nan Qiao said at this moment, his face was flat and did not change at all because of Luo Wanbai's words. "This is my birthday gift."

"carefully chosen."

  Nan Qiao has always believed in his intuition. When he saw this thing that day, he decided it was it.

   I just wanted to give it away in private, but Luo Wanbai disturbed me so much, so I had no choice but to take it out.

  She was right, but everyone's "carefully selected" in Nan Qiao's mouth is really...unspeakable.

  In their eyes, this thing is dirty, it looks like a briquette at first glance, and it has nothing to do with cultural relics and antiques.

   "Could it be that I took the wrong thing, this gift is too hasty."

   "Yeah, not even the packaging."

  Whispering was heard in the crowd from time to time, although the voice was small, it could still be heard clearly.

   "I thought the daughter of the Murong family was so powerful, now think about what kind of daughter the person who picked it up halfway would look like..."

   "I don't even know Mr. Cheng's preferences, so he uses this kind of thing to fool people."

   These words fell into the ears of Mr. Cheng verbatim, but he just lifted the lid of the teacup calmly, took a sip of tea, and his eyebrows and eyes did not change at all.

  He believes that he will not misjudge the person.

   "Stop talking big."

  Luo Wanbai sneered, pointing at the unknown object, he felt that Nan Qiao's gift was not as good as his fake painting.

   "I thought you could come up with something, but this is the result?"

  The more she spoke, the louder her voice became, as if an inexplicable force gushed out of her body, making her feel confident.

  Nan Qiao looked at the man's appearance, but curled the corners of his mouth, and refused to comment on him.

   Ignorance is bliss, and Luo Wanbai interpreted these four words perfectly.

   "Old Cheng," an old man beside Nan Qiao suddenly said, "May I have a look at this gift?"

   It was Professor Tang who spoke, who had known Mr. Cheng for many years, and was also an old man of the Appreciation Association, and his status was only second to Mr. Cheng.

  What he usually likes most are small ornaments or small and exquisite antiques. When he first saw Nan Qiao take out these things, he always felt a little indescribably familiar.

  So I took the liberty of asking someone to come over and want to study it.

   "Please go ahead."

  Old Cheng naturally nodded his head to save face for his old friend.

  So Nan Qiao's gift was respectfully delivered to Professor Tang by the servants.

   "Coal?"

  He froze for a moment, and sniffed the smell.

  The word "coal" fell into the ears of Luo Wanbai who had been paying attention to this side, and she couldn't help but raise a sarcastic smile.

   "It turned out to be a piece of coal, and it's fortunate that you can show it off."

   I thought that Nan Qiao had some confidence in talking to himself like that just now, co-authoring a fake painting that broken coal is not as good as his own.

  When the other people heard what Luo Wanbai said, their expressions changed.

  Just in front of Mr. Cheng and Murong Chen, even if everyone had thoughts about Nan Qiao in their hearts, it would not be so obvious on the face, but Luo Wanbai's goal was achieved.

  She wants to repay all the embarrassment that Nan Qiao exposed her just now, so that the other party can also taste what it is like to show all the ugly things just now.

  Among the noise, no one noticed. Professor Tang, who was researching with a gift, seemed to have discovered something thoughtfully.

  I saw that the person's white gloves were dyed black, but he kept wiping the objects in his hands.

  The thick wrapping layer seems to have become a little thinner under the man's unremitting efforts, allowing people to successfully see a little shape.

  He used a lot of strength, but he couldn't tell what was inside.

There are indeed some traces of coal on it, but more of it is residue from the soil. If you want to know what is inside, the fastest way is to polish it with sandpaper, and then use a special soft damp cloth Wipe it off little by little.

   Fortunately, Professor Tang is also a strange person. Due to his love for cultural relics and his own needs, he always carries some key tools with him.

  He immediately moved his hands familiarly, unloading the residue wrapped outside, perhaps because of his urgency, he made one-third of it ready in just a few minutes.

  The deeper layer after the dark brown is erased is brilliant gold.

  Professor Tang was refreshed, and his heart beat uncontrollably faster just by seeing a small part of the fineness.

   "...is a unicorn."