Seeing the painting and Li Du's wide smile, the three companions' hearts sank.
Right then, they came to the realization that they had fallen into a trap.
The South American still held onto some hope and asked, "How much would that be?"
Li Du lifted up his index finger, with the smile still plastered on his face.
The South American asked expectantly, "Ten thousand dollars?"
Li Du shook his head.
Sandler's face darkened and he said, "Are you really going to sell one painting for ten thousand?"
Li Du continued to shake his head and said, "Seems like your imagination has been limited by your lack of class. What I mean is, one hundred million! US dollars!"
The three men took in a deep breath. They shouted in unison, "What the f*ck! Are you mad?"
