The surrounding people were all sighing.
Lan Xiao sighed with emotion. Mo Cheng Yun was a rich man.
He spent tens of millions just to collect an ancient painting. His wealth was comparable to brother Jiang's.
Qu Zheng was also extremely excited. He had recently come here for this painting.
He had long heard from little Jiang that Ling city's mo family had obtained a classic painting by Shi Tao.
Since he was young, he had loved to collect Shi Tao's works. Unfortunately, after so many years, he had only seen a few authentic works.
As a matter of fact, after hearing the news of Shi Tao's authentic work, he rushed over from the Jin capital without a second thought.
It was clear that he could not care less now that there were so many troubles.
Qu Zheng quickly walked to mo Cheng Yun's side and took the painting with trembling hands.
Then, with the help of mo chengyun, the two of them slowly unfolded the painting on a long table.
