These three paintings were all personally painted by Ye Qiu, and only Liu Lingxiu knew that; of course, when it came to Ye Qiu's talent with oil painting, Liu Lingxiu knew even better.
What Young Master Zhou and the others didn't expect was that Ye Qiu would be so generous; the combined value of those three ink paintings was definitely around twenty or thirty million.
However, the most valuable one had actually been stolen.
"Bought it at a street stall? Doctor Ye, don't tell me you got it from Panjiayuan." Young Master Li asked in disbelief.
Panjiayuan was a famous antique market in the Capital City, a must-visit place for tourists, but among the antiques there, ninety‑nine out of ten were fakes; that pretty much meant the so‑called antiques there were almost all counterfeit.
If you really wanted to find something genuine there, it wasn't impossible, just extremely difficult, basically like panning for gold in a river.
"No, I bought it at a night stall."
