"Mr. Zhang, are you sure? If you really want to buy those paintings, I'll arrange for someone to handle it immediately!" Bruce's tone betrayed a trace of excitement.
He had expected to sell five or six hundred of the more than four thousand paintings, and he hadn't even dared to hope for a thousand, but Zhang Menglong was ready to buy them all at once. Was this not the God of Wealth?
"Go ahead and arrange it," Zhang Menglong said.
"Ok, ok, I'll get on it right now!" Bruce's face lit up with a smile.
"Damn, did he really buy them?"
"Awesome, I didn't hear wrong, did I? It's close to fifty billion, right?"
"In US dollars, brother, my head is buzzing right now."
"Fifty billion US dollars, and in cash? Isn't he richer than the world's richest person?"
"On this year's Forbes list, isn't the richest person still the CEO of Amazon? How much is his personal fortune? 150 billion US dollars?"
