Yang Lu standing nearby was also stunned, utterly dumbfounded. Xiao Han truly had the demeanor of a bandit—demanding two hundred thousand yuan right off the bat, and even for the table that was barely worth more than ten thousand yuan, he demanded double in compensation. Then there was the carpet, which wasn't damaged at all, yet he insisted it be completely redone. What baffled Yang Lu the most was the painting of bamboo on the wall which was not Zheng Banqiao's work at all—merely something you'd buy from the market for twenty yuan—but Xiao Han had boldly inflated its value by five thousand times, quoting a staggering hundred thousand yuan.
"That's right, it's robbery!" Xiao Han scoffed, saying, "If you can, then don't compensate."
