"Alright, then I'll sell it to you," Wu Feng said happily.
Actually, he was still somewhat disbelief of the appraisal of five hundred thousand that Zhao Anhua had given.
Even if he was completely ignorant about paintings, he knew a forgery couldn't be worth that much money.
Unexpectedly, Shen Dong really was willing to buy it.
Five hundred thousand was a very large amount for the two brothers.
In the countryside, that could build a three-story western-style house and even buy a small electric car.
And there would still be a little left over for savings, to be used as a betrothal gift when his son got married.
"No problem, just tell me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the money to you immediately," Shen Dong said, taking out his phone and logging into his mobile banking app.
He had casually transferred ten million from his futures trading account to his bank account today, and for him now, five hundred thousand was just a small amount.
