Chen Yu's voice, when he asked his question, immediately attracted a large number of tourists nearby, and many people came over directly.
"Sir, what do you want to do? Do you wish to buy this square cauldron and take it home?"
A middle-aged woman with an air of sophistication, appearing to be in her forties or fifties, came over slowly.
However, her tone was laced with a touch of mockery.
Over the years, many Easterners had come here, trying to buy back cultural relics from their own country, but each item was exorbitantly priced, deterring many.
The price tag on the bronze square cauldron before them was an astronomical 1.3 billion, not something just anyone could afford to buy on a whim.
A hint of contempt flashed in Chen Yu's eyes: "You misunderstand, to me, this thing is nothing but a pile of scrap metal!"
This statement immediately provoked public outrage.
