"You will talk nonsense, how to say that our things are fake, you give me a good look to see whether it is fake?" Sun Xiaohu said, "Open your eyes a little, don't open your eyes and tell lies."

Yang Ming said coldly beside him, "I really don't know how your elegant hall is opened. You are making antiques yourself. You give away a fake. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Fart, you said it was a fake, you pointed it out to me, so that everyone can be convinced, not empty words, now what to do need evidence."

"Uncle, you can break this blue and white porcelain." Yang Ming looked at...