"The two paintings hanging on the ceiling of the shop,'people passing by a small shop' and 'this is life', are they your works?" Zong mo said.
"Of course I am." Wu Hai's tone was full of pride. The pride was not because he had drawn such an outstanding painting, but because he had pasted the painting on Yuan Zhou's restaurant.
"I'm just asking Mr. Wu how did you give the painting to boss Yuan?" "It's because I wanted to give two antique trinkets to boss Yuan just now to put in the restaurant, but I was rejected,"Zong mo replied.
"Antique trinkets? How much is it?" Wu Hai asked.
"It's not worth much, only a few hundred thousand. " Zong mo said.
"A few hundred thousand is indeed not worth much." Wu Hai nodded and said,"compass will never take advantage of others. He won't even accept things that are worth tens of Yuan, let alone hundreds of thousands."
