This atmosphere reminded the forward of the feeling gang members had when mentioning the Godfather in gangster films.
It seemed the name "Cao Xuan" was too heavy for everyone to even dare to discuss.
"Xiaopang, who is more impressive, him or that Mrs. Sakai from before?"
The chubby guy curled his lips and looked at him with a gaze as if appraising an art novice, "You know nothing. You can Google it yourself back home."
"Does this guy even have a Wikipedia page? Can't be bothered to check, just tell me directly."
"Professor Cruz's husband is a top-tier artist in Asia, but compared to Mr. Cao Xuan, he is still a whole class lower. You know Picasso, right? Heard of Andy Warhol? Cao Xuan's status isn't much lower than theirs."
"I've heard of Picasso. Their works together must be worth over a billion dollars. To be associated with such big artists, that's amazing."
The student holding the soccer ball was stunned.
