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"Boss, are you sure this painting is authentic?"
The young man was holding an ancient painting, his face alight with excitement.
"Absolutely." The shopkeeper nodded confidently, "Our shop is well-established, rest assured."
The young man believed him, "How much?"
The shopkeeper's eyes darted, as he held up a finger, "Ten million."
"Ten million?"
The young man was overjoyed, grinning from ear to ear. He had found a bargain!
Jiang Chen was startled by the shopkeeper's price and took a closer look at the painting in the young man's hand, pausing slightly in surprise.
It was an impressive Painting of Longevity, executed with strong and skillful brushwork, meticulously laid out, with thousands of longevity Buddhas gathered in one painting, majestic and awe-inspiring.
He looked at the signature.
Jiang Chen was secretly alarmed; in his ten years of dream memories, he had acquired countless skills, and appraising treasures was one of them.
