Suddenly, he picked up a painting, squinted his eyes, and pretended to scrutinize it profoundly. Then he shouted loudly like a mad dog, "Hmph, stop pretending, old man! I heard you've hidden masterpieces from past dynasties. Stop stalling and hand them over! Don't think you can fool these eyes of mine!"
The old man urgently waved his hands, his voice trembling, almost begging, "Sir, I really don't have any. How could I possess such valuable things? These are all my own works, worthless. Please, have mercy..."
Gan Jinliang was not easily convinced. He suddenly stood up, his robust hand clamping the old man's collar like iron pincers. With a bit of force, he lifted the old man completely off the ground. The old man's feet left the earth, flailing helplessly in the air, his hands grasping desperately for any lifeline.
