Even rosewood chairs made of huanghuali carry the risk of collapsing under weight, let alone rosewood which is denser and more brittle.
Some knowledgeable individuals immediately nodded in agreement, but the middle-aged man just laughed out loud:
"You're telling me just because it's easy to break, that rosewood can't be used for armchairs? The ancients were extravagant and liked to use such materials for chairs. Is that wrong? Your reasoning hardly convinces me. You'd better present some solid evidence!"
The middle-aged man looked at Huo Sining with disdain, clearly not taking her words seriously.
"Of course, I have evidence. Don't be in such a hurry!" Huo Sining's expression remained unchanged, still wearing a calm smile, seemingly unfazed by the man's attitude.
"I'd like to see what kind of proof a greenhorn like you can produce. Let me tell you, if you can't produce any evidence, I want you to apologize to me and then get out of the 'Folk Treasure Hunt' production team!"