NovelEnglishMeanwhile, the couple with the hair in buns were also stunned. The two of them looked as if they had been frozen in place. They felt nothing but shock! "Pablo Picasso... His real work! I can't believe I'd be able to see a real work of Pablo Picasso while I'm still alive!" The man with the hair in a bun murmured to himself. While he stared at the painting of a deity, he couldn't help but take a few steps forward...
"That's right... I really can't believe it..." Mr. Warren was now close to tears.
"Ms. Quest, this painting can be sold for at least six to seven billion... In fact, at a higher range, even eight billion is possible... Pablo Picasso's works cost a fortune... As long as you're willing to sell it, people would spend any amount to buy it," Clarence Steele looked at Xyla Quest and said.
Mr. Warren felt that he was being suffocated yet again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the next second, he raised his hand and slapped himself twice. "Sh*t! I'm a fool!" After saying that, he stomped his foot on the ground.
"Mr. Warren... There's a rule in antique trading that things sold can't be returned. You can't regret your decision," Clarence added.
Mr. Warren didn't say a thing. Instead, he looked helplessly at the real work of Pablo Picasso.
In his heart, he repeatedly screamed the sthing, 'You just had a close brush with a few billion dollars! You just had a close brush with a few billion dollars! "I f*cking had a close brush with a few billion dollars. I was still secretly happy about it... I thought I had bumped into a pig that I could slaughter... It turns out that I'm that pig... A dumb pig!" Mr. Warren mumbled to himself. He was already at a loss for words.
He really was going mad. He was about to have a mental breakdown.
He had also misjudged the value of objects in the past and ended up letting others profit off his misfortune. However, those were only objects that cost a few hundred thousand dollars. He didn't feel too bad about those losses.
But now...
This was several billion dollars! With this amount of money, why would he still need to run an antique store? He could go on vacation with his wife right away. Wouldn't that be better? How many houses could he buy in Atlantis with a few billion dollars? "Clarence... How were you able to tell that there's something fishy about this bronze mirror?" Xyla asked.
Clarence chuckled. "Perhaps, the sway you did... I felt that the bronze mirror had an unusual thickness, and the size was also unusual. It felt as if something was hidden inside..." Clarence said. Xyla's smile widened. "Clarence, you really have good judgment." "I'm the one with the poorest judgment... Oh my god..." Mr. Warren said.
The others around them all felt deeply ashamed...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClarence scratched his head, embarrassedly. "It's nothing... I just happened to be around anyway..."
"Clarence, let's add each other on WeChat," Xyla said. s'a'h the m Find ovel.et website on Google to access chapters of early and in the highest quality.
Xyla had wanted to befriend this person at the auction the other day. However, she was busy selling a painting back then and didn't get to do so.
Clarence immediately took his phone the page out and opened the page with his WeChat QR code. "Sure... You can scan mine." Xyla slowly folded Pablo Picasso's real work and handed it over to one of her bodyguards nearby.
After that, she took her phone out to scan Clarence's QR code to add him as a friend.
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