"You're mocking me!" Mr. Liang stared at him with his sharp little eyes, "Kid, you've got guts, which sect are you from? Who's your master?"
"Dad, dad, that's not it!" Mr. Liang pulled him.
"You don't butt in! I'm not talking to you!" Mr. Liang said with full vigor, "You, speak!"
"I don't have a master..."
"So you're self-taught? Can't even tell the real from the fake, definitely not impressive! You dress so stylishly, coming here to make fun of this old man!" Mr. Liang finally looked at the blue and white porcelain vase on the table.
This vase is indeed real, and it can compete with the one that Sui Sui broke before!
Not bad.
I have to think of a way to get this young man to sell it to him.
"You're right, I didn't see it clearly earlier, Little Liang, bring me my tools!"
"Yes!"
Mr. Liang left, and came back!
The so-called tools were nothing but a magnifying glass.
Su Zui never understood these things.
He wanted to cram some knowledge.
