The curly-haired young man arrogantly looked at Yang Gang, "Young man, don't pretend to know something when you don't. It will be embarrassing when your ignorance is revealed."
Yang Gang rolled his eyes, "Cut the nonsense. Hand over the vase. Unless, you're afraid it's a fake and don't dare to let others scrutinize it?"
Upon hearing Yang Gang, the surrounding crowd began to harbor suspicions.
The curly-haired man was annoyed. He handed over the vase to Yang Gang while mocking, "This is a Song Dynasty vase worth a hundred thousand. If it breaks, you'll have to pay for it."
Yang Gang ignored the curly-haired guy, taking the vase and closely examining it. It was a delicate vase, very similar to a celadon vase with string patterns from the official kilns of the Northern Song Dynasty.
He scrutinized the vase's pattern and lightly tapped it. He already had a conclusion.