Jin Huayu was cursing under his breath as he opened up the scroll in his hand.
Once he got a clear look at the scroll, Jin Huayu froze.
He stared at the scroll for a few seconds, then suddenly closed it.
He took a look around, and then forcefully opened the scroll again.
And so, he repeated this process several times.
After repeating it a dozen times, Jin Huayu stopped, his gaze fixed on the scroll in his hand.
After a while, laughter burst from Jin Huayu's mouth, wild and unrestrained, "Ha, hahaha, hahaha..."
"Good, really good."
The street was bustling with people, and there were quite a few vendors around Jin Huayu's stall.
Seeing him silly about a painting, passersby stopped to watch.
The vendors next to Jin Huayu stretched their necks curiously, wanting to get a clear look at what he was holding.
Once they saw it was only an ordinary painting, they turned their gaze away, puzzled.
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