Huang Baifu felt a bit cheated and said, "If it doesn't exceed one hundred million, what will you do?"
Xu Yang smiled and replied, "I'll kneel down and call you Grandfather, how about that?"
"Good!" Huang Baifu nodded in satisfaction, "Kid, you just wait to kneel down and call me Grandfather."
Old Meng said, "Young man, can you please explain what's so special about this painting?"
Xu Yang smiled, took the bottle of mineral water from the table, and walked up to the stage.
He asked the staff to unfold the painting and lay it out on a nearby table.
Then, he unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the mineral water over it.
Everyone was stunned.
"What's this guy doing? Is he trying to ruin the painting?"
"By ruining the painting, can he prove he's not an idiot?"
"I can't figure out what he means, but I guess there must be a deeper reason."
"There's no deeper reason; I think he's just messing around!"
Old Meng frowned but didn't speak.
