There Are Always Pits You Can't Avoid in Life

With confirmation from the two of them, Chef Qin felt deeply wounded. This incident was unbelievably bizarre—could anyone still have fun? Since there was a potential connection, he had to give it everything he had. What he had not expected was that the Mortal Realm seemed to be vaguely involved as well, catching him off guard.

"Then it's settled!" Qin Fen declared.

Chairman Zhou froze. Settled? What had been settled? Good grief, that coin was his, wasn't it? Could they at least consider the owner's opinion? When had he agreed to trade it for paintings?

The worldly-wise chairman did not know whether to laugh or cry. Just as he was about to say something, Fu Qiang nodded beside him. "Then it's settled. Chairman Zhou, you each get one painting. You want to sponsor Running Man? Leave it to me! I can even give you a discount."

What the hell does that have to do with you? Chairman Zhou was miserable. He had barely said anything before he found himself under a barrage of fire from all sides.

He knew Fu Qiang. Anyone who dared to enter the entertainment industry had considerable backing; otherwise, how could he thrive among all the major bureaus and departments?

Was one painting really worth five million? From a business perspective, Chairman Zhou knew he had made a huge profit. That coin truly was not worth that much.

Still, Qin Fen's display today had not been shocking enough. After all, he was an outsider who could not see the finer points, and he still had some reservations. That ancient coin was an antique no matter what. What the hell was Qin Fen's painting worth? The crate of liquor, on the other hand, was valuable—twelve million.

Breaking into a slight sweat, Chairman Zhou pulled out a small