"What about you all then?" Master Xue glanced around at the onlookers.
"Having Master Xue preside over this matter is the best and fairest outcome. We'll abide by Master Xue's decision," someone shouted.
"We trust Master Xue's judgment." The others agreed after exchanging glances.
"Then, I'll settle it as you have all agreed." Master Xue took the rosewood paperweight from Zhuang Qinglan's hand, "Let's start with Zhuang Qinglan."
"The paperweight is made of rosewood, specifically small-leaf rosewood. It's heavy and intricately carved, and would likely sell for eighty to one hundred taels of silver in the market. Let's round it off to ninety taels."
"What do you all think?"
Mr. Feng and Mister Ye, who were looking on, carefully examined the weight and nodded, "Indeed, that is a fair price."
"Then let's settle it this way."
Master Xue spoke up, "Zhuang Qinglan's rosewood paperweight is estimated to be worth ninety taels."
Upon hearing the figure, the onlookers drew in a breath.