Everyone heard Zhong Pan'er's eerie description and knew that the brush pen must be of considerable value.
"Pan'er, how much is that brush pen worth?" In the end, it was her best friend who asked the question everyone was most concerned about.
Zhong Pan'er stared intently at the brush pen, "If it were me, I'd be willing to pay thirty million for it!"
This time, there were no immediate gasps of astonishment at the scene.
All eyes were glued to the seemingly ordinary brush pen in Tang Feng's hands.
Thirty… million?
This ordinary-looking brush pen is actually worth thirty million?
The bustling scene suddenly became utterly silent.
Everyone didn't know how to express the shock they felt inside.
The previous two antiques, though shocking, hadn't been bought before their very eyes.
But this brush pen had been bought by Tang Feng right in front of them, from that vendor.
And it only cost him a mere hundred thousand yuan.
Just a hundred thousand yuan!
