The surroundings were very quiet.
In the end, the painting ended up in the collector's hands. After the exhibition was over, he could pay and take the painting back.
That staff member was also very happy.
The first painting in the art exhibition that was sold for hundreds of millions was actually sold from his hands.
The collector's friend looked at him as if he was looking at a fool. "Zheng Biao, are you stupid? You bought the painting of such a small artist for 100 million? Aren't you losing out?"
He had tried to stop Zheng Biao, but Zheng Biao didn't listen to him and shouted out the price.
Zheng Biao glanced at him and asked, "What loss? Let's just wait and see. Three years later, there will definitely be more of these paintings than now."
His voice was filled with confidence.
Zheng Biao's intuition told him that Qin Sheng was not a simple person.
