Lu Xiaoyou's gaze swept over the living room; the arrangement of the house had undergone significant changes since half a year ago.
There used to be a landscape painting in the living room worth millions, along with many ancient antiques and art pieces from famous artists, which were now nowhere to be seen.
In their place were tasteless, nouveau riche-style European enamel vases, shoddy industrial paintings, and a collection of worthless decorations.
"What happened to the landscape painting that used to hang here?"
Aunt Zhang answered her, "Some time ago, a big boss visited the house and took a liking to that painting, so he bought it from the old master for one million."
One million?!
Lu Xiaoyou felt like spitting blood; that landscape painting was a legacy work by ink painting master Fu Baoshi, worth tens of millions, and it was Lu Family's property, yet Zhu Chengshou, who knew nothing about it, had sold it for so little!
