"This painting is incredible!"
As Wang Xin hung up the phone, Wang Yue's excited voice rose, her eyes almost pressed against the glass!
"Unbelievable!"
Wang Xin's wife looked at the painting, her eyes full of obsession, murmuring to herself, "How can there be such a painting in the world..."
Wang Xin said nothing.
He and his family stared at the painting, breathing growing heavier, the more they looked, the more intoxicated they became, the more they felt overwhelmed!
Five hundred thousand a night?
He felt the money was well spent!
No!
Wang Xin even had a feeling of having made a profit!
As a Zhao Continent tycoon, a socialite, Wang Xin had seen quite a few works claiming to be of Master Level, and had even bought many so-called masterpieces to decorate his place.
At the gatherings of the wealthy.
He always heard people discussing the artistic conception of some Master Level paintings and calligraphy.
