"Bro, what do you think of this?"
A piece of clear white jade stood in the display window, its color like mist or gauze. Its size was longer than the Heavenly Craft Exhibition's gold-winning piece, but narrower in width.
"The carving is also good, depicting our country's splendid mountains and rivers, and people. There's poetry on the back too. 'Green hills' without ink, painting for eternity; 'clear water' without strings, the eternal harp. Very cultured."
Martial Saint leaned in close, since no one was around, "And the price is suitable too. I just asked, it's eight hundred thousand."
The Heavenly Craft Exhibition casts the shadow of the world's distinct elements into today's venue.
Eight hundred thousand, compared to prices that often start in the billions, is undoubtedly much more realistic.
Alright then.
For Mr. and Mrs. Wu, especially Lan's mother, perhaps it's not so realistic.
But people are like that.
