Xiang Yuanshan furrowed his brow, slammed the table, and roared at Zhao Dong, "How insolent! Who do you think you are to spout such nonsense? Do you think I, Xiang Yuanshan, am a fool you can deceive at will?"
As he finished speaking, the surrounding crowd also began to murmur with displeasure.
"He's a nobody. The Commander was kind enough not to kick him out, and he still dares to spout nonsense?"
"He'd better not claim to be an appraiser. He's only in his twenties; the antiques he's seen probably can't compare to the amount of salt I've eaten. How dare he compare himself to Patriarch Su?"
"Heh, Patriarch Su was just being kind, bringing this kid along for the experience. How could he turn around and question him?"
"I think this kid is just desperate for the spotlight. He wants to impress the Commander, so he's just making things up!"
