Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd when they heard Liu Yumei's bid. Ten million was already an incredibly high price. But this piece was genuine, after all, and its potential for appreciation was immense. A Wu Daozi painting had once fetched over a hundred million at auction. Therefore, even at such a staggering price, no one doubted there was still a profit to be made.
"I bid twelve million!" At that moment, a middle-aged man who looked like a wealthy merchant slowly raised his paddle.
Liu Yumei's brow furrowed as she saw the price climb once more. Just as she prepared to raise her own bid and compete, Chen Zheng, sitting beside her, suddenly spoke. "Ms. Liu, if I were you, I wouldn't raise the price any further."
Liu Yumei slowly turned her head. Seeing Chen Zheng's perfectly calm expression, she couldn't help but frown slightly. "Mr. Chen, you also know about calligraphy and painting?"
