Ye Feng could not be bothered to read the content. He only saw that the name was Wu Changshuo.
During this period of time, he had also learned a lot about the antique world. He knew that Wu Changshuo was a modern calligrapher. His works were also very popular in the antique market. It was said that the highest price was 4 to 5 million yuan.
"Old mister? This calligraphy should have been written by a Chinese calligrapher, right? Have you been to China?" He looked at the old man without batting an eyelid.
The old man's eyes lit up when he heard the words 'China'. "I've been there when I was young. I brought this calligraphy back."
Ye Feng stared at him. "When you were young? Were you going to China to do business?"
"Business? Haha…" The old man turned to look at him, his gaze suddenly sharp. "I'm going to kill someone."
His gaze was a little scary. Ye Feng was fine, but Xia Qiu who was beside him was so scared that she took a step back.
