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"Alright!" Wang Hao had already planned to enter the antique shop, so when the shop owner invited him, he happily agreed.
The shop wasn't big, spanning just fifty or sixty square meters. However, the interior design was quaint and elegant. The faint scent of ink and books was refreshing, making one feel delighted.
Seeing Wang Hao's gaze fall on a piece of cursive calligraphy, the shop owner gave him a thumbs-up and praised, "Young man, you really have an eye for art. This piece of calligraphy is none other than Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion, a divine object that Emperor Taizong of Tang specified to be buried with him after his death!"
After hearing the shop owner's introduction, Wang Hao just rolled his eyes.
Damn, do you think I'm blind or just stupid? Could Wang Xizhi's Preface to the Orchid Pavilion actually be displayed in your crappy shop?
