Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 125

The elder man’s voice was sonorous. The moment he began to talk, his voice rang through the hall.

The crowd was laughing, and the laughter gradually froze on their faces. Their expressions changed as they watched the elder man talking.

Franklin stared at the elder man, not knowing whether he should give the Jade Dragon in his hand to him or not.

"Is this the Jade Dragon? An antique? Old man, aren't you mistaken?"

Franklin was somewhat displeased with sudden words coming from the elder man, so he didn't talk very politely.

“Well, do you know who I am? I have never made a mistake before when it comes to antiques."

The elder man stuck out his chest with both hands clasped behind his back, exuding an aura of extraordinariness.

"Mr. Hamilton, this really is the Jade Dragon?” Marcus said in astonishment.

“Well, I cannot tell you that without a closer look." The elder man said in a mysterious way.

“Franklin, pass it to me. This is the director of the certification commission of the H City Museum, Cyrus Hamilton. He is also my longtime friend.” Marcus introduced.

In many occasions, people sent antiques as gifts in business circle.

In order to verify the authenticity of those antiques, Marcus had always asked Cyrus for help. Hence, he had become friend with Cyrus.

The moment Franklin heard the name "Cyrus Hamilton", he startled, and then he was shocked. "So you are Mr. Hamilton? I just said something rude and offended you. Please excuse me."

"I have always heard someone mention your name in the antique market, Mr. Hamilton. You are famous for antique authentication in H City." Franklin tried his best to fawn on him.

Cyrus blinked, ignoring Franklin.

Cyrus had seen too many people changing their attitudes towards him. He didn't like such kind of men.

Furthermore, Cyrus’ attention was completely attracted by the Jade Dragon in front of him at this moment, so he showed no interest in talking with Franklin.

Soon, the staff of the restaurant walked in with a whole set of tools.

Cyrus took it over, put on a pair of white gloves, and picked up the glare flashlight and the magnifying glass. He started to look over the Jade Dragon.

Everyone present gasped when looking at Cyrus’ professional posture.

This thing must be something special since it had drawn the eyes of this master of antique authentication.

Could it be that Maximilian had some beginner's luck and spent 20 dollars on something genuine?

"Could it be genuine? Who just said that it's just a glass handiwork? Did he mean it?"

"Well, there’s no need to ask ‘did he mean it’. What can you get from a stall in the antique market? Don't you know that? They are all fake handiwork."

“Those who sell antiques are as cunning as a fox. How can they sell genuine antiques at a low price? Nowadays, it’s impossible to buy genuine antiques at a low price, so that couldn't be happening. Besides, that poor guy has no such luck either."

People were discussing in a low voice, but they also felt somewhat anxious.

After all, Cyrus had not drawn a conclusion yet, so anything could be possible.

Andrew and Darian made eye contacts and shook their heads slightly.

They didn't want to attend this birthday party, but since they were both the descendants of the Griffith Family, and are real brothers, they had no choice but to come.

Humphrey had been observing Maximilian’s expression all the time. But even when the antique was passed into Cyrus’ hands, Maximilian’s face hadn't changed, as if he had a facial paralysis.