A group of experts, who had studied calligraphy, history, and famous people's works, walked onto the stage with impatient expressions on their faces as they began to study in detail around "A few Worldly Dreams".

Flipping to the first page, the paper was still fresh and new, but the experts' eyes suddenly changed.

It was the words, and the familiar handwriting, which caused these experts to fall into a trance.

"This word... I think it was Confucius himself. "

"Old Zhang, don't spout nonsense. Even if the words are similar, it's still a high imitation!"

"No, if you look carefully, it really does look like it!"

"What do you mean or not, are you stupid? This stupid book is just a roadside commodity, how can there be any traces of Confucius?!"

"This... Maybe I really saw wrongly. Let's continue to look at the second page. "

Flipping through the second page, the familiar words still echoed in the air, causing some of the experts to mutter in their hearts.

The third page, fourth page, fifth page … Page 100!

"The real thing, the absolute real thing!"

"That's right! It's definitely Confucius! I've been in this business for so many years, I can't be wrong!"

"Impossible!" It must be a parody, you old fools! "

When the team of experts flipped to a hundred page, they began to have conflicts with each other.

One side thought that the handwriting was Confucius's own handwriting, while the other side thought that it was nonsense. They held a heated discussion, and even after they had finished flipping through the entire book, they still didn't come up with anything.

However, the expressions of the crowd below the arena had become somewhat subtle.

They originally thought that this book was definitely a fake, but the situation now seemed to be one-fifths of what it was.

"Let the famous book experts do it." The host showed hesitation and said through gritted teeth.

After waiting for a while, the experts of famous books who specialized in studying the contents of the books came forward one by one and carefully flipped through the pages, slowly comprehending the contents of the entire book.

"A few dreams in the human world, where are the dreams? Heaven and earth are round, let the true meaning be clear …" These two hundred pages of text described Confucius's beautiful dreams about the human world and also expressed his Confucian thoughts in an obscure way. The two were complementary and fascinating, bringing a common book describing dreams to a whole new level.

"The real Confucius, the absolute real Confucius. Besides Confucius, there is absolutely no other person who can write this kind of creative concept!"

"That's right!" I didn't expect to see a new book by Confucius in my lifetime … "No, it should be called Confucius's work that has yet to be discovered."

This time, the experts were of the same opinion, because Confucius's personal style was very obvious. This was not like writing, and one needed to study it carefully. The literary style could be imitated, but the thoughts could not.

After the host heard the experts' conclusions, his face turned serious.

Did I make a mistake?

Not only the host, but everyone below the stage had the same thought. One of them even stood up and said, "That's not right. If this is really Confucius' work, then how do you explain this new piece of paper?"

"This …" The experts were also muttering among themselves. The real deal was definitely the real deal, but what was going on with this piece of paper?

"This proves that it was well-preserved." Seeing that the expert was hesitating, Chen Guang could not help but speak up.

Well preserved? Confucius should be a thousand years old now. What kind of a storage method could be so heaven-defying, to have such a book preserved in such a manner.

However, other than this answer, no one else could find it. After all, it couldn't have been written by Confucius in his previous life.

As the old saying goes, after eliminating all possibilities, the only possibility was the truth.

In the minds of others, the only possibility was that there was a special way to preserve it, which was the only way to create such a miracle.

In Chen Guang's opinion, the only possibility was that Confucius had reincarnated.

When they were fighting over the red packets, they saw the message from Confucius's diving party.

All the experts gathered together and had a heated discussion. In the end, they handed the note with the results written to the host and returned to their seats.

The host hesitated for a moment before opening the slip of paper.

The result was simple. It was just two words, but the meaning behind them was extremely terrifying.

As everyone knew, Confucius's real works had already been taken care of by others. Each of them was extremely valuable, to the point where each of the hosts who had hosted the auction for Confucius's real works had become the industry's top hosts.

And now, he wanted to follow in the footsteps of these seniors as well, about to auction a masterpiece by Confucius that had never appeared in front of anyone. Although this masterpiece was not famous yet, he believed that as long as it was auctioned today, this《 The Worldly Dream》 would soar to the heavens and become a household name!

When he thought of this, the host took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and announced: "Mr. Chen Guang, I apologize for what I did before. Although I don't know why Confucius never mentioned this masterpiece, but after experts confirmed it was indeed true! "

As soon as his voice fell, the crowd below the stage burst into an uproar.

"Holy shit, it's actually the real deal!"

"It can't be, Confucius actually has such a well-preserved masterpiece!"

"I'm going to be rich, I'm going to be rich!" As long as we take down this《 A few dreams in the world》, ten million will be a small sum! "

On the Auction, anything that was used as collateral would be auctioned on the spot. As long as the auction price exceeded the bid, the previously auctioned items would fall into Chen Guang's hands, and the remaining money would be transferred to Chen Guang's account.

Real? No way.

Hearing this result, even Qin Youbai, who had always been supporting Chen Guang, had a face full of disbelief.

She had always thought that Chen Guang was just trying to be brave, but she never thought that this《 A few Dreams in the World》 would actually be the real deal!

"I knew that what Master Chen Guang took out, would not be fake!"

Dong Zhiwen's words had some meaning, but anyone who understood him would understand, that was Dong Zhiwen's true intention.

"Not only is he a top tier calligraphy master, but he is also a top tier antique master. To be able to come up with such a genuine work, Master Chen Guang's identity is becoming more and more mysterious."

Dong Zhiwen was not the only one thinking this, the other people had the same thought, and even the way they looked at Chen Guang became more respectful.

With the professional certification from Funny Antique Pavilion, the auction of《 A few dreams in the world》 became abnormally smooth.

"Two million. I want this copy of Confucius' legacy!"

"Five million!" "Who do you think you are? Is Confucius's work something that a mediocre man like him should have?"

"One million and eighty thousand!" "You two can rest up." You two can rest up.

"10 million!" "No one else is to fight with me for it. This kind of antique is something that will be hard to find in this lifetime."

"Thirteen million …"

"17 million …"

"20 million!"

The price of the auction kept increasing, to the point that Chen Guang was unable to contain his joy.

Higher, higher.

Although Chen Guang was leaning against the chat group and was very confident in earning money, but in the end, he had not obtained any large amount of assets, so excitement was unavoidable.

Every time the price rose, he could not hold back his excitement and would dance with joy.

"Thirty million!" Thirty million! " Chen Guang could not help but repeatedly say.