This move baffled everyone present, leaving them unsure of Qin Yang's intentions.
"Old Qin, although I'm not as proficient in ancient paintings as you are, I still have a discerning eye. This painting is definitely not from the Ming and Qing Dynasties; at most, it is a present-day work with a rather rough touch; it can't be considered a superior work," said a relatively young expert.
Qin Yang shook his head again and lightly looked at Yang Gang, "Young man, where did this painting come from? If it's inconvenient, you don't have to say."
Seeing the turn of events, Yang Gang's heart stirred. His eyes flickered with uncertainty, leaving everyone wondering what he was thinking.
He composed himself, smiled and said, "I just bought it off somebody for ten thousand Yuan."
"Ten thousand Yuan..." Qin Yang smirked, "I didn't expect such a young man to have such a keen eye, truly a young man to be reckoned with."
Although Qin Yang didn't spell it out, the meaning of his words was clear.
