"Master, all these customers were brought in by me."
Tang Feng's face showed not a hint of taking credit, as though he was talking about something trivial.
Zhang Jicheng's mouth fell open in sheer surprise.
Ya Garden had always been so-so due to a lack of good stock, and with the competition from Shengdingxuan Antique Shop across the street, business hadn't been great.
They had never hosted so many customers at once before.
Forty or fifty people crowded in, immediately filling the store to capacity.
How on earth had his treasured apprentice managed this?
Before he could ask, those people had already hurried to offer an explanation.
"Just now, Master Tang showed his might on the antique street. With just eight thousand yuan, he picked up a piece of calligraphy by Zhang Daqian. No one can match his eye for antiques."
"Yeah, it was a painting within a painting. I have no idea how Master Tang saw that there was another piece hidden within that painting."
