"Of course, is there a problem? Can't I make a bid?"
Chen Feng's lips curled up into a smile as he saw a waitress carrying several martinis pass by him, he reached out, grabbed a glass, and started drinking.
"Of course there's no problem, but are you sure you said a million? Not a hundred? Hahaha..." A well-dressed young man beside him loudly mocked.
He had been observing Chen Feng and noticed that since the guy had entered, he had been preoccupied with the food on the table, going for whatever was expensive as if he were a starving ghost reborn, seemingly fearful that not eating his fill would be a loss. To think that such a person would be willing to pay a million for a painting that wasn't the work of a master?
His words made many people laugh. A million wasn't a huge sum, but it was not small either. For an ordinary person, they might never earn that amount in a lifetime, let alone think this guy looked like someone who could afford a million.
