Qin Fen felt that if he kept quiet now, he would truly be guilty. This price alone showed that the other party was more than merely wealthy—he was absurdly rich. A treasure? Qin Fen was a little curious. What in the Mortal Realm could even count as a treasure? He used sunken golden-thread nanmu wood as a tea tray, and there probably were not many paintings at home for decoration.
If there were, he could use Wu Daozi's authentic paintings to prop up a table. At Qin Fen's level, he was genuinely picky. In his eyes, anything below the Innate realm did not even deserve to be called a treasure. He already had the Eastern Emperor Bell. What other treasure could still be considered a treasure?
"A bronze animal head. A sheep!" As soon as Grant said this, he gave an eerie smile. Every person on Earth knew whether this item was valuable. It was a Chinese treasure, a witness to history, and the blood and sweat of a nation. For countless years, they had searched for it and wanted to bring it back, yet they had always faced immense difficulties—because of human hearts, because of greed. And now, he had brought it up.
He swept his gaze around. Sure enough, apart from Rogers, everyone was dumbfounded. Secretary Huang's hand trembled fiercely. Holy shit, this was huge. He could not help looking at Qin Fen, his heart filled with anxiety.
Elder Zhang was completely stunned. He had never expected Grant to make such a grand gesture. His gaze toward the foreigner drifted strangely. To put it bluntly, are you an idiot?
Little Bean had no idea what was going on. To the top dog among Heavenly Court's stray dogs, that thing was trash.
But Qin Fen did not see it