"Even if you're really busy, there's always time for tea, so let's have a few cups before we go," Mr. Han sat down and asked, "By the way, Mr. Shen, where did you get this painting? Did you find a bargain in the antique street?"
In his opinion, Shen Dong must not have paid a high price for it.
Given Shen Dong's discerning eye, the odds were high that he picked it up for a steal.
And the likely place for such a find was the antique street.
"Hehe, I got it at an antique appraisal event, bought it from one of the folk antique collectors," Shen Dong chuckled.
"You went to the antique appraisal event?" Mr. Han knew of the event; it was quite popular.
"Took a stroll there, and just happened to see this painting, so I bought it," Shen Dong nodded.
"Mr. Shen, how much did you pay for it?" Mr. Han asked with curiosity. After asking, he realized it might be a sensitive question and added, "If it's inconvenient to say, that's fine too."
