Avel Naiswell was utterly convinced by Harvey York at this moment.

He trotted over while bringing the antiques that Harvey had just selected, leaned forward, and said, “Brother York, what are you planning to do?”

Harvey took a porcelain vase in his hand, pointed at the label indifferently, and said, “Porcelain vase of the Qing Dynasty, priced at seventy-six dollars. It’s indeed a good thing, but…”

Crack!

There was a crisp sound.

Harvey immediately smashed the porcelain vase on the ground.